Hey everyone. I used to write stories about The Suite Life (Dylan), Kim Possible (Ron), and Danny Phantom (Danny), which is how my name got started. haha. But right now, I love iCarly! So I'm taking a shot at a fanfic. I might not always be able to update, but I'll try. And yes, this is going to be a Seddie.
"Hey Sam, check this out: there's a new store opening in the mall," Carly said, scanning a pile of mail. She and Sam were sitting on the couch at her house, waiting for Freddie to get ready for their next webcast. The air smelled like hair products, since they had fun smoothing gels into their hair, and Spencer had joined in too. He used the gels not only on his hair, but on his face. Carly got a nice picture of that.
"The place next to the smoothie store?" Sam said.
"Yeah. A new clothes store. It's a local business. It's called..." Carly browsed the ad, "Seattle Stuff."
"Are they serious? That's like the worst name ever."
"I know, seriously."
"I'm not shopping there."
"Good." Carly smiled and threw the ad in front of her. Just as she did, there was a knock on the door. Carly and Sam both got up and Sam watched as Carly opened the door. Freddie.
"Hey Carly," he said in a dreamy voice, "and uh...Sam. You guys ready?" Freddie had a glow on his face. Sam was determined to make him not glow.
"Did you get shorter?" she asked.
Just as she had hoped, Freddie stopped glowing. He looked at Sam with hatred, maybe not hatred, but definite dislike, and his heart sank. She finally met his glare, and then suddenly felt remorseful. But she didn't show it.
"Just wondering," she said.
"Maybe you got taller," Freddie said in a monotone.
Sam thought about this. "I'm pretty sure you shrunk," she said, smirking.
"Okay, settle your height differences later," Carly said. "We need to set up for the show." They sighed and walked to the elevator, and watched as Carly pressed the up button.
"By the way Freddie..." Carly started.
"You are pretty short."
When the three got to the loft, Freddie immediately started setting up the cameras, starting up the computer, doing everything like he normally did to prep for the webcast. For some reason, Sam was watching...she never usually did, and so maybe that's why everything was so incredible to her. She saw Freddie biting his tongue as he adjusted the camera so it was pointing in the exact direction where Carly and Sam would stand. She saw him flip switches and press buttons and wondering what was really going on inside his nerdish brain.
"I wonder what's really going on inside Freddie's nerdish brain," she said to Carly, but loud enough so Freddie could hear it too.
"Well, he's like a super-genius," Carly said. "Probably a bunch of smart stuff."
Sam noticed that Freddie didn't pay attention to what they were saying. He was that absorbed in his work.
"Did you hear me Freddie? Your nerdish brain?"
Freddie shook his head and clicked something on the computer screen. "Okay, you guys are all set. We go live in 20 seconds."
Carly and Sam took their places in front of the camera, and Sam pulled out the noise maker. They listened to Freddie. "5...4...3...2...1."
"Hey everyone, this is Carly!"
"And hey, it's uh..." Sam was still looking at Freddie, and forgot her cue. His fingers gripped the camera and he wrinkled his forehead. He looked at her and mouthed, "What?" Then she realized she was looking at him, and she instantly stuck her finger down her throat at him. He rolled his eyes. "Uh, oh yeah, I'm Sam."
"And..." Carly watched all this with fascination. It was like the gears in her head were turning and Sam didn't really like her tone of voice. "Well, I actually have an idea, Sam."
"Today we were going to show you a kid who uses his grandma's bras as slingshots, buuuuuut...I think we'll save that for next week. Today, we're going to talk about my two best friends, and our co-host and techie guy, Sam and Freddie."
"NO!" Sam and Freddie both yelled. They glared at each other.
"Uh, yeah. Freddie, put your camera on auto and come over here," Carly said grinning.
"No, I don't think so," Freddie said.
"Too bad, you don't think." Carly pulled him off his chair and let him go. He sighed, stood up, set his camera, and dragged his feet over to Sam.
"So you all know Sam, and you all know Freddie. What you might not know is they hate each others' guts. They really do." Carly's hair bounced as she turned from Freddie to Carly. "They act like 5 year-olds around each other. I swear to God, it's hilarious."
"He has the diaper to go with it," Sam murmured.
"And you have the brains to go with it," Freddie said, folding his arms and turning his head away.
"See? Aren't they funny?" Carly grabbed the sound maker from Sam and played the cheering sound. "Yeah they are!"
"Okay, Carly, there's nothing here. There's no way you can make a whole webcast episode just about me and Freddie hating each other." Sam hesitated at the word "hating", but only for a minute.
"I bet she could," said Freddie.
"Shut UP, Freddie!"
"Why don't you?! You're always so loud and obnoxious. No one likes you anyway!"
"Oh yeah? The only girlfriend you ever had used you and face it: CARLY WILL NEVER GO OUT WITH YOU!" As soon as she said it, she felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't meant to say that.
"Well...well..." Freddie looked into the camera and felt weird, being on the other side of it, knowing that Sam had just shared one of his personal not-so-secrets with thousands of viewers. He paused, picking his word choice carefully. He put his hands on his hips, pressed his lips together, stared at the ground and said, "Why do you have to be so mean to me?"
"It's part of my job as your mortal enemy," Sam said, again automatically, again cold and unfeeling. What she really wanted to say was, sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I know I can be mean sometimes but that was too much, and I'm secretly kind of fascinated with you and everything you do...
Whoa. Where did that come from?
But Sam realized, as she watched Freddie make a face and look at Carly for support, that she really was. She watched his mouth move, his voice speak, his brain work, and it was like watching a movie. A good movie. A movie she would give 5 stars for. She felt a bead of sweat on her neck roll down her back and she was afraid that he might have noticed her, but he hadn't. She was relieved he hadn't. She would have had a lot of explaining to do, and right now, her brain was mush.
Carly just said, "Okay, I think we'll go back to that kid. Uh, please welcome Keith Brent and his giant bra slingshots." She gave Sam a questioning look, and Sam just shrugged.
Then Freddie looked at Sam.
She felt the lump in her throat again, and she didn't want to lock eyes with him. She knew she would just keep staring and never turn away. But she could feel his gaze burning on her, so she turned ever so slightly and looked at his deep, brown eyes. This was the same kid she gave wedgies and the same kid who she probably cause him permanent physical and emotional scars. Right now though, he seemed like a different person. Or maybe he hadn't changed at all...but her feelings toward him did. Sam slowly curled her lips up into a smile.
"Uh, why are you smiling?" Freddie said quietly, returning back to his camera. "I don't look stupid, do I?
Normally, Sam would have said, "You always look stupid." But now, she said, "No, you don't stupid. You look...amazing."