iDream of Seddie - Prt. 3

After school the next day, Carly and Sam were lounging lazily on the over-stuffed bean-bag chairs inside the iCarly studio, as they spoke in bored tones, tossing neon-colored index cards to the wood floor — ones that held ‘lame’ ideas.

“We could - dress a goat up in Freddie’s clothes, and then swim in a pool full ‘a cream cheese ...” said Sam directing her eyes towards her best friend from her upside-down position.
“Where  we gonna get a goat?” Carly asked.
“Fine ...”  Sam whined, “We’ll swim in ‘Fat Cakes’”

Carly furrowed her brow for a moment, looking at her friend with a quizzical expression, just before Freddie entered the studio.

“Hey, Freddie!” said Carly, in her usual cheerful tone.
“‘Sup Benson!” called Sam, sitting upright, and smirking at him.

“Sam!” Freddie cried, springing backward — squaring his shoulders, and standing in an almost painfully stiff position, as he stared at her with wide eyes.
“You okay?” Sam asked, lightly — still smirking
“S-Sure” Freddie stuttered, nervously — loosening a bit, and flashing a feint smirk, as he moved, rather swiftly to the third (empty) bean bag.

“So, Freddie ...” Carly began, cheerfully “Sam and I were just talking about what we're gonna do on the next iCarly, but so far — we got nothin’ ..”
“I came up with a few ideas ...” Sam said abruptly, putting great strain on the word ‘I’ “... but they were all to ‘impossible’ ...”
“Well they were ...” said Carly “Where in the world are we going to obtain a goat - it’s not like the mall opened up a new store called ‘Goats R Us’
“We can order one ...” Sam stated matter-of-factly “online — at I-buy-a-goat.com”
“Okay,” Freddie interrupted, awoken from his Sam-induced shyness
“I ...” he said, also putting strain on it “... know for a fact that there is no such website ...”
“Yes, there is!” Sam argued
“No, there isn’t!” Freddie called back
“Yes there is!”
“Guys!” Carly said, in the same helpless tone
“No, there isn’t!” - ‘Sweet normalcy ...’ Freddie thought as the banter continued, smirking inwardly ‘No more weird thoughts, or awkward silences .... I KNEW I didn’t like her that way’
“Yes there is!” Sam cried, for about the hundredth time, “Here,” she cried again moving toward Freddie’s laptop “... I’ll prove it to ya ...”
Both Freddie and Carly followed, watching in shock as Sam typed in the address, and the
web-page appeared, providing hundreds of images of used live goats.
“Well, I’ll be darned ...” remarked Carly, staring at the screen with a look of pure surprise.
Freddie — standing to Sam’s left, torn his eyes from the screen and gazed for a moment at Sam’s expression of triumph, clearly reading ‘in-your-face’ as she looked back at him.
Again, a terrifying thought crossed his mind, ‘She’s kinda pretty ...’

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Late into that night, the iCarly trio sat half asleep on the couch at the Shay’s apartment, watching a horrible movie that none knew the name of, as the light from the screen lit the walls in the pitch black room —  and Spencer’s sculptor, now consisting of a hammer, a wrench, the box, a bouncy ball, and several tin cans —  cast a shadow on the wall.

“I’m gonna head up to bed,” Carly yawned, “Stayin’ here tonight, Sam?”
“Y-Yeah” she responds yawning
“I’ll get goin’ in a few minutes, Carls ...” says Freddie, exhaustion in his voice.
“‘Kay” she chimes, as she heads upstairs.

“That movie was pretty suck-ish, wasn’t it, Sam?” says Freddie, slumping slightly in her direction — resisting the powerful urge not to care if he says something stupid in front of her.
“Mmm-hmm” she replies, head resting on a sofa pillow, clearly not interested in holding conversation this late at night.
“Yeah ...” he begins, again “The acting was ... Sam?”
She had fallen asleep. “Good night, Sam ...” Freddie said, smirking as he looked down at her.

After a few moments of watching her, Freddie gave into temptation — he laid down next to her, slowly draping an arm across her shoulder, still wearing his smirk.
‘... Her hair smells kinda nice for someone who can destroy the entire football team single-handed ...’ he thought ‘I’ve never gotten close enough before — I always assumed she’d smell like sweat ... or ham ... but – it’s kinda like apples ... yeah ... apples and sunshine ...’ the thought startled him. ‘APPLES AND SUNSHINE?! ... that. is. it. ... I SERIOUSLY need professional help ... I sound like a love-sick FREAK!’

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his arm — Sam had bitten Freddie in her sleep. “Ah!” he cried out.
This had woken Sam, after giving a startled, “Mmh?!” she gripped the arm with both hands, before flipping Freddie onto the floor, causing him to give another yelp of pain — Sam scrambled up the couch, and hastily switched on the lamp. “Fredward?!” she cried “YOU’RE not ribs — and what in the name ‘a cheese are ya doin’ here anyway?! — you said you were goin’ home”
“I-I-uh-am ...” Freddie stated, nervously, wearing a deer-in-the-headlights expression, before bolting for the door.
“Wait,” Sam called, as Freddie had just pulled open the door.
He turned around, surprised. “What?”
“Don’t go.” she stated, a slight hint of desperation in her voice — she was wearing an expression similar to the one she had worn on the fire-escape.
“C’mere ... please ..”
He’d half expected her to vanish within a puff off smoke, and leave him standing here alone —  99.9 percent sure he was dreaming, he did as he was told.
“Sit down.”
As soon as he’d placed himself on the couch, she’d leaned slowly into him, placing her now rosy cheek on his chest.
“Sam ...(?)” Freddie began.
“What Freddork?” she said, in a more Sam-ish tone this time “... it’s just cold in here – what, am I not allowed  to be cold — do you want me to freeze to death?”
“N-no ... Yes ... of course not ...” he stammered
She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth (“Tisk, tisk”)
“Freddie you’re such a dork ...”
“I hate you ...” he stated, lightly as he laid down — her head still on his chest.
“... hate you, too ...”