iPrincess of the Prom(An iCarly Fanfiction)

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Please forgive me for the long wait and vote, comment, etc. sorry this took so long. I haven't been inspired to write in a while. Enjoy!

I know the plot is too rushed, I'm editing and rewriting some stuff to make it smoother. Just to let everyone know. I just needed to get this chapter out there before I forgot about it again. 

UNEDITED(as always)

Freddie's POV

'Should I? She looks so sad. But there is a good chance she'll attack me if I try to touch her. Should I chance it? Probably not. I won't gain anything from it. I pause and see her looking at me with red eyes and flushed cheeks and my resolve flies out the window. I act without thinking, going on instinct, and fall to my knees, folding her into my arms. It's worth the pain.

Um............

'Should I pull away immediately? I don't really want to. Maybe I should keep holding onto her for another few seconds or would that be too weird? Why do I like holding her like this so much?'

I decide to let her pull away first and am surprised when she doesn't for quite some time. It's nice and feels comfortable, in a way that's unfamiliar but competely welcome.

"Thanks for being a badass and skipping class to hang with me Benson, " Sam says after she finally pulls away, acting like our little hug never happened, and refusing to look me in the eye.

"No problem," I reply.

She glances up as I go to walk out the door and flushes pink as our eyes meet. Huh.

After I arrive home, my mom starts questioning me on why I'm six minutes late and how in another twenty eight seconds, she was planning on calling the cops, and yada yada, stuff I can't hear because I'm tuning her out, yada yada.
Then on top of that, as if the complaining and worries weren't enough of a warm welcome home well enough on its own, she starts pestering me for the reason of why I have such an odd look on my face. Yeah, well, she'd have an odd look on her face too if she'd just gotten the rare chance to have a deep conversation with Samantha Puckett, a girl I didn't even realize had feelings like the rest of humanity. It's kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity, if even that. But my mom would never understand that so I just say I had a rough day at school and am going to go take a nap in my room.
Walking into my room, I lay down on my twin bed, but instead of sleeping, I pull out my ipod and close my eyes to think; to dream and fantasize about the what-ifs and what-could-be's if I was braver or stronger or just more something. If I wasn't just plain, boring Freddie Benson: tech stooge to iCarly. A famous nobody, like most of the vice presidents. Sighing, I turn the music to shuffle before flipping through to the only song I want to hear right now.

"Did I tell you I knew your name? But it seems that I've lost it..."

I put it on repeat and close my eyes.

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I wake up a few hours later to the sound of my window being shattered and a body jumping on top of me.

"Ahhh!" cut the girliest shriek possible through the air.

I'd like to say I was fearless and strong and pounded my attacker into next week, and that that was their scream as they lay on the floor in a mangled bloody heap of limbs and pain but then I'd be lying. Epically.

"Shh, quiet Benson! Your mommy might hear us and come in!" Sam whispers fiercely. "And I do NOT need that right now."

"I'm fairly sure my mom already heard the window breaking and your dive onto my bed and me, so we're kind of screwed anyway." Before she can retort, the door handle jiggles and we look at each other terrified.