You guys, I am SO SO SO sorry for not updating in like FOREVER! I barely got anytime to do anything apart from coursework and exam revision, and when I did I decided to update my other fanfic 'iPause.' Which, by the way, got up to 103 reviews! That's amazing! However I didn't have anymore time to update this story. Please don't kill me? In other news, iOMG! I literally FREAKED OUT when I saw the promo and the extended one with Freddie's little speech! Such a sweet boy :) I want one of those (- 'iEnrage Gibby' reference!) Anyway, I've read quite a lot of speculations, and some of them are amazing, but I need to stop otherwise I'll get my hopes up just to be let down if it's anything like iSaFW (We're watching you Dan…). Anyways, on with the Seddieness.

Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly, I wouldn't have to wait till April 9th to find out what happens…

Previously on Something Weird:

Sam's threat to Spencer would've been a valid one. Spencer occasionally let things slip but he wasn't completely stupid. Sam would make him very sorry if he ever repeated her words. So he never said anything. It was a pity that the threat was empty though. Because behind the locked wooden door behind them, Freddie Benson's curious ears were pressed up against the wooden frame, hearing every single word spoken…

Chapter 14:

It's go time…

Freddie's POV

Holy chiz on a stick! I had done it. I had finally succeeded in getting the one and only Sam Puckett to trust me. With her life, I might add! I couldn't stop myself from grinning and doing a weird little victory dance in celebration. My cheeks were killing me from all the smiling. It was a big step, one that I had wanted for a very long time now. I don't know why but recently, I had wanted to gain Sam's trust and I knew that it wasn't going to come easily. I needed to earn it. I don't even know why I felt such an impulsive need to have it, I mean; it never seemed to bother me before, but now… Something felt wrong, wait, not wrong, but different. There was always a longing feeling I got whenever I looked at her. Heck, all I needed to do is think about her and it came back. The same feeling of longing nagged at my stomach every time. Since we had both discovered each others secrets, I thought that the situation at hand meant that we had to learn to trust each other. I already trusted her, God knows why after everything that's happened between us, but I found it hard not to trust her. It was just the matter of getting her to trust me which was the real problem. But I had done it, I don't know how, but I did. And I thought this weird feeling of longing would dissipate and I'd feel better in knowing that my best friend feels completely safe with me. But it didn't. I thought that I'd have some kind of satisfaction. But there wasn't. It was still there; the same longing feeling as before. Maybe I had it wrong. Maybe it wasn't just Sam's trust that would help me. I'd have to figure out what it was though. Preferably before the curiosity eats me up, or before Sam eats me up. One or the other. But I couldn't think about that just then. Spencer was coming to talk to me and if Sam knew that I had just heard everything that was said, she'd kill me. Or at least knock me out… if she was feeling generous. I shot away from my place at the door and looked around the room frantically for signs of anything out of the ordinary. Then, after having a minor panic attack, I flattened down the one side of my hair that got ruffled up from being pushed up against the door with my hand quickly and sat cross-legged on my bed.

Okay, be cool Freddie. You got this. Find your poker face. Haha, Lady Gaga… Focus!

I was still mentally prepping/arguing with myself when I was interrupted by Spencer's loud knock on my door. I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the door, unlocking it and slowing opening it by an inch so I could peer around it. Spencer was standing there, rubbing the back of his neck with a guilty look on his face. He was watching his restless feet shuffle about on the ground. He kind of reminded me of a lost puppy.

"Hey," I said, deciding to spare him the torture of breaking the ice.

"Hey." He replied, his feet coming to a stop and his head tilting upward slightly. "Can I come in?" he asked gravely, as if expecting me to slam the door in his face. Just then I saw Sam's golden curls waving around over Spencer's shoulder. She was signalling to me, nodding her relentlessly in order to urge me to let Spencer in.

"Sure." I obliged, swinging the door fully open and stepping to the side in a silent invitation. He looked back at Sam for reassurance to find her standing there with her arms crossed in defiance as she nodded in my direction. Spencer shook his head and smiled a bit, before turning back to me and walking through the open door. Sam smiled and followed in his footsteps, wanting to witness the conversation about to be had. She came to an abrupt halt when I stepped out in front of her and blocked her entrance into the room. She frowned and tilted her head to the side curiously. She opened her mouth to talk but I quickly reached for her hand, pulling her closer.

You can't come in. We need to talk. You know, man-to-man.

I thought this to her in the hope that she would understand. Plus I didn't want her calling me out on the whole listening-in-on-your-conversation thing. She frowned deeper before letting out an indignant 'hmph.'

Pfft, please. You're barely a man anyway, remember?

She jibed, referring back to the time when Gordon asked me to be his best man. I glared at her and she dropped my hand and turned away, only looking back to throw me a mischievous smile and a raised eyebrow in challenge. That feeling came back again; more prominent this time, but I shook it off and closed the door. Spencer had taken a seat at my desk and I took mine on my bed. We stared at each other for a few seconds before Spencer gave up on silence and spoke.

"Look, I'm sorry for assuming the worst back there. I don't know what came over me and I know that you would never do anything to disrespect Sam, or Carly for that matter, and I'm really sorry for that little moment back there." Spencer spoke fast, seemingly wanting to get it off of his chest. I was about to say something when Spencer started talking again.

"It's just that you and Sam have been acting really weird lately and you guys have gotten so much closer and what with all the Seddie and Creddie stuff going around I just thought-"

"Woah, woah. There is nothing going on between me and Sam. Or Carly. I don't even like Carly like that anymore. It was just a crush." I explained, hoping that I wouldn't have to speak about this much longer.

"I thought so." Spencer declared absently.

"You knew I didn't like Carly anymore? How?" I questioned, my voice raising an octave in surprise. Spencer smiled warmly and looked me dead in the eye.

"I saw the way you looked at someone else." He replied easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Who is he talking about?

"Who?" I was confused and the frown lines seemed to over take my face. Spencer didn't stop smiling.

"That's for you to figure out. You're confused at the moment. Maybe you've got this weird feeling sometimes that you can't explain that only appears when you think about her?" Spencer smiled knowingly. I did not like where this was going.

"I'll tell you what," Spencer started. "How about I clean your room to make up for my mistake? I see Sam has left her mark here." He said gesturing to my once tidy room. Well I wasn't going to say no to that. Less work for me!

"Sure, thanks Spence."

"That's okay kiddo." Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars. "Here. Go treat Sam and yourself to a smoothie on me." He kept smiling as he handed me the money and pushed me out of the door. I was still standing at the closed door in front of me when Sam jumped on my back and rested her head on my shoulder.

"How'd it go, Fredly?" she asked.

"Fine." She jumped off and fell into step beside me. "We're going to the Groovy Smoothie." I said monotonously.

"Oh, okay." She said simply. We walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

"So what are you confused about?" Sam asked curiously. What?

"You spied on our conversation?" I asked incredulously. Her face turned into a silent accusation.

"Well, you heard everything I said too." She retorted.

"How did you know that?"

"Mama knows everything." Oh, right, well that explains it then.

"Fine. So we're even." I negotiated. I really didn't want her to ask anymore questions. But she stepped in front of me and challenged me from her tiny stature.

"You seem to have forgotten the rules Freddenstein. Let me reminded you." Sam took a menacing step closer, so that she was looking straight up at me.

"Mama doesn't play to get even." Oh God no… "Mama plays to win." She finished, her signature smirk taking its rightful place on her face as if she were the podium and it was the winner. I gulped.

"It's go time, boy…"

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