A/N #1: Go read Birdhouse In Your Soul by Panda Hallows and pretty much everything written by KeyLimePie14. After you read this chapter, of course. :-)
After she finished her conversation with Freddie Carly went into the bedroom to say goodbye to Sam. Freddie spent most of the day trying to convince Sam to come out, before eventually giving up and watching TV. A few hours later Sam came out and sat next to Freddie on the couch.
"Stupid Nub." She didn't look at him when she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the cast on his arm. "Why'd you hit him?"
"I didn't mean to.".
"What does that mean, Freddie? Did he trip and fall on your fist?"
"No." Freddie couldn't help laughing a little.
"Well what happened then, Freddie? You were supposed to go get my stuff, that's it. If I wanted to hit him I would've done it myself, yesterday."
"I know. I was yelling at him for cheating on you, and evidently I went too far because he tried to hit me, and I ducked, and when I came back up I hit him. I swear I didn't plan it. I didn't even realize what I was doing."
"So you were just defending yourself?"
"Yes."
"How many times did you hit him?"
"Just once. He hit the floor and I ran out of there before he had a chance to fight back."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really."
"How long do you have to wear that thing?"
"6 weeks."
"Stupid Nub." Sam repeated, this time with a little smile.
At dinnertime Sam made macaroni & cheese so that Freddie wouldn't have to cook with one hand. They ate in silence for a few minutes until finally Sam spoke up.
"You'll never guess what Carly asked me."
"What did Carly asked you?"
"She asked me if we did it last night."
"Did w...Oh. Ew." Freddie did his best to hide his reddening face.
"I know, right? Actually she asked me if I had rebound sex with you. And then she gave this little speech about how it was fine with her if something does happen between us."
"Odd."
"Yeah. I think she might be playing matchmaker."
"That reminds me. Nick asked me, well, not so much asked me as told me, that I was in love with you."
"And you only hit him once?"
"That's all it took."
"Freddie, what did you say to him?"
"When?"
"Right before he tried to hit you. What did you say to him? What set him off?"
"I don't remember."
"Liar."
"Fine. I said that if I was with you, I wouldn't cheat on you. Also something about him being selfish and heartless."
Sam's mouth moved as if to say "Wow", but no sound came out. She walked over to Freddie, and after a slight hesitation she hugged him. "You're a good friend, Freddie."
The hug was yet another way Sam had managed to shock Freddie in the last 24 hours, but unlike the night before he managed to hide it better this time.
After dinner Freddie sat on the couch while Sam sat next to him with his broken hand resting on her lap while she drew on the cast with markers. He watched as she drew the iCarly logo and something resembling a laptop computer. At first he just watched the movement of her hand and the progression of her drawings, but then he started focusing on her face. More specifically, her eyes. Her blue eyes. He had never noticed that Sam has blue eyes.
"What are you looking at?" She asked without looking up.
"Nothing."
"Well, stop it."
Back to focusing on her drawings. She had moved on to drawing a ham. Freddie had often wondered if Sam dreamed about ham when she slept. He also wondered where she learned to draw. As Freddie's brain drifted between random thoughts his eyes found Sam's eyes again, and it didn't take long for her to notice. She dropped her marker and sighed.
"Seriously Freddie, what are you looking at?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because if I do you'll break my other arm."
"I'll break your other arm if you don't tell me, so just spit it out."
"Your eyes. I was looking at your eyes."
"What about my eyes?"
"They're blue."
"Yeah, and?"
"I had never noticed your eyes before, that's all. They're very pretty."
Sam looked down to hide her eyes. She could feel her face getting hot.
"Freddie...Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't flirt with me."
"First of all, I wasn't. Second of all, why not?"
"Because it's weird. You're Freddie and I'm Sam. We don't flirt. Besides, I was with Nick for two years. We haven't even been broken up for two days. I'm not ready to flirt with anyone."
"Well like I said, I wasn't flirting. Just take the compliment for what it is."
It was a lie, and Freddie knew it. He was flirting with her. He was fascinated by this version of Sam. She reminded him of the girl who kissed him on the fire escape. Though part of him wondered what happened to the girl who used to torture him.
"Why do you keep calling me Freddie?" The question earned him a "What planet did you beam down from?" look from Sam.
"As opposed to..."
"Freddork, Fredwina, Freduccinni Al-Fred-o, Fredlumps..."
"Freddie..." Sam's face was a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Are you being serious?"
"Kind of, yeah."
"We're not kids anymore." Any amusement she had gotten from this conversation was gone. Now she was just confused. "What are you really asking me? I know it's not why I keep calling you Freddie."
"Nothing, it's stupid."
"Spit it out, Fredwad." Freddie smiled at her attempt to be the old Sam, even if it was pretty weak.
"What happened to that Sam? The girl who called me names and beat me up."
"Like I said, we're not kids anymore. I grew up. I stopped being mad at my dad for leaving, and my mom for never being there. I fell in love..." She moved over to Freddie's side of the couch as she spoke, sitting right next to him. She could see the guilt on his face as soon as she mentioned Nick.
"It's okay Freddie, you didn't cheat on me."
"I didn't mean to make you think about him."
"You didn't. I was already thinking about him. He's all I can think about. Look, I'm in a weird place right now, so if I hug you or I try to snuggle with you in bed or I kiss you on the shoulder." She blushed as she said the last part. "Just go with it, okay."
"You got it."
Silence filled the room until Freddie turned on the TV. After watching for a few minutes Sam decided to make herself more comfortable and laid down using Freddie's lap as a pillow. She looked up to make sure it was okay but his eyes were glued to the TV. Accepting his silent consent she turned back to the TV.
After watching for a while Freddie got tired. He looked down to tell Sam he was going to bed, but before he spoke he noticed that she was already asleep.
"Sam." His voice was barely above a whisper. She didn't respond. He tried again. A little louder this time and he opened her eyes. "Hey, you wanna go to bed?" She nodded without saying anything and sat up. After taking a second to allow her body to adjust to being vertical again she stood up and walked to Freddie's bedroom, with him not far behind.
Much to Freddie's shock she quickly stripped down to her boxers and took off her shirt so that for the brief time it took her to get a t-shirt to sleep in she was wearing only a bra and boxers. After she put her shirt on she looked back at Freddie who was standing with his eyes fixed on her, with his mouth open slightly.
"What?"
"Uh..." Suddenly his grasp of the English language left him and his face went pink with embarrassment.
"We're roommates, Freddie. I'm not going to run off to the bathroom every time I change. Don't be a dork about it."
He answered with a quick nod and changed into his own bed clothes, which like the night before consisted of pajama pants with no shirt. Sam turned the light off and they quickly got into bed with Freddie laying on his back and Sam on her side facing away from him. After a couple of minutes the silence in the room was broken by Freddie turning onto his side, facing Sam's back. Before she could react he draped his arm over her waist and pulled her closer so that their bodies were touching. He expected her to protest, or slap his hand to get it off of her, but instead all he heard was a sigh of contentment. Soon the heat of their bodies pressed together and the sound of their rhythmic breathing lulled them both to sleep.
A/N #2: This is not where I originally intended to end this chapter, but I don't know when I'll feel like writing again so I'm gonna save the stuff that was supposed to end this chapter for the next one. It's looking like we might have to have my dog that I've had since I was 12 down tonight or tomorrow, and I'm just not really in a Seddie mood at the moment. I will continue this story, don't worry. One last thing, you can follow me on Twitter kswheels