Serendipity (Book 2)

iBreak Hearts by deviocity

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iBreak Hearts by deviocity

TV » iCarly
Rated: T
Language: English
Genre: Romance, Freddie B.
Characters: Sam P.
Words: 2,858
Published: Dec 5, 2009

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"So when is Sam getting here?" I asked Freddie as we entered the studio. I led the way towards the video equipment and stopped in front of the table.

"She said that she'll just be a little late," he replied as he got behind the table to turn the computer on. "Something about having to talk to Dave." I looked up in alarm at that statement.

"Not Dave, too?" I asked a bit too loudly. Freddie shrugged as he logged onto the iCarly website. "This is the third guy this year...and it's only February!"

"It's her life, Carly," he said distractedly as he replied to a comment posted by a viewer. I sighed in defeat.

"Well, at least things are going well with you and Cindy," I said approvingly. However, I saw him stiffen for a second. "Don't tell me you're breaking up with her, too! She's the second one this year for you." Freddie gave me a pleading look-probably pleading me to just drop it. Of course, I didn't. "Why Freddie?"

"It just wasn't working out."

"Let me guess: Another ultimatum?"

"No," Freddie said nonchalantly and returned to his typing. "Too many questions and accusations."

"Well," I began, "Maybe she had a right to be all 'questiony' and 'accusationy.'" He scowled, not looking up at the computer screen.

"Not this again," I heard him mumble. It was my turn to scowl at him.

"I'm just saying. You don't see what others do, and-"

"Hey, people!" Sam greeted as she burst into the studio, a large, thick slice of ham in her hand. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing," Freddie said looking up at her. "We haven't started rehearsals."

"Okay," Sam said while rubbing her hands together. Where did the ham go? She couldn't have possibly eaten it that fast. Oh, who am I kidding? This was Sam. "Let's do Break Dancing at Random Places next episode. We haven't done that one in a while." Yes, Sam, Freddie, and I could break dance, though those two were better at it than me. We actually took some lessons three years ago when we were fifteen after getting obsessed with MTv's America's Best Dance Crew.

"Great idea!" Freddie agreed with a huge smile. "Then we could follow it up with-"

"Hang on!" I interrupted, and I turned to Freddie. "I'm not done with you."

"So close," I heard him mutter.

"You do know I could hear you, right?" I asked with a glare.

"Yeah, you're still kind of loud," Sam added. "I heard you, too. So what's this about?" She was asking me, but it was Freddie who answered her.

"She's going on about the same thing," he said exasperatedly. Sam's eyes widened, and she looked quite angry.

"You told her!" she accused.

"It wasn't my fault," Freddie defended. "She figured it out when I said you were just going to talk with Dave."

"But she doesn't start talking about this unless you've done the same thing, too." She gasped in realization. "You're breaking things off with Cindy? Why? She was actually one of your better ones."

"It wasn't working out," was his excuse again. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"The ultimatum?" she asked, all anger gone from her features.