Serendipity (Book 2)

Choices by tashgranger

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Choices by tashgranger

TV » iCarly
Rated: T
Lamguage: English
Genre: Romance & Friendship
Characters: Sam P., Freddie B.
Words: 3,484
Published: Nov 25, 2009

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Freddie thinks Carly has known all along. It's the way she looks at him sometimes. When he's in the middle of an intense argument with Sam over something ridiculously minor, he'll catch Carly's gaze out of the corner of his eye. She'll have an irritating all- knowing smirk plastered on her face and Freddie almost finds himself annoyed with her- almost- then he remembers he's supposed to love her.

"Do you have to chew so loudly, Sam?" He asks although she wasn't chewing loudly at all.

In response, Sam throws a piece of ham at his face. He calls her 'a rude pig' and she punches him in the arm. They bicker for fifteen minutes before Sam gets distracted by an episode of Girly Cow and forgets they were even arguing at all.

When Sam leaves Freddie groans and complains how much he can't stand her. Carly is just sitting eating her fruit-on-a-stick with that damn smirk on her face. Freddie tries desperately not to make eye contact but he knows exactly what she's thinking.

"What are you smirking at?" He asks.

Carly just laughs.

He isn't a drinker, most especially not some concoction of alcohol created from cheap beer and stolen wine. But he feels awkward and out of place at this lame party that he thinks one glass couldn't make things go any worse. Freddie doesn't even know why he agreed to come. Or he's denying that he knows fine well why he came.

Sam had been talking about the party for weeks. She had been fawning over some guy called Tim. Every time she spoke of him her face would light up in a way that is usually reserved for when she catches sight of a fridge full of meat and fat cakes. Her plan was to seduce him on the night of his best mates house party. She hadn't even asked him to come tonight. For some reason, Freddie just had a horrible feeling at the thought of letting her go alone.

He steps outside and scans the grass, sees that it's surprisingly empty. He smirks a little to himself, proud that he'd actually managed to find a quiet place at a house party. Then he sees it: A patch of blond hair sitting at the bottom of the stairs that led to the lawn. He doesn't even think before he finds himself walking over to sit beside her.

There's an awkward silence and Sam won't even look at him. He nudges her and offers some of his alcohol that he had successfully managed to take two sips from. She looks at him with her eye brows raised before laughing.

"Dork, since when do you drink?" She asks and Freddie's glad to feel the awkwardness disappear.

"I don't," He shrugs because he can't think of anything better to say.

"You know, you look ridiculous in that outfit. Can you never at least try to be cool?" She remarks referring to his shirt and tie.

"I'll have you know. My Mom said it was the perfect look for my first big boy house party," Freddie jokes and he's glad he made her laugh; even if it was at his expense.

They lapse into a comfortable silence.

"Tim's upstairs making out with some plastic chick with big boobs," She says so casually that Freddie is slightly taken aback. He looks up and for the first time he sees that maybe Sam is a little hurt.

"He doesn't know what he's missing," He tells her meaning every word despite how cliché a response it was.

Sam rolls her eyes and hits him lightly on the shoulder. They sit in silence again and Freddie can't help but notice how venerable Sam looks sitting with her arms wrapped around her chest. Freddie used to think you could either be a soft or hard person. Now, Freddie wonders if one person can be both at the same time.