iPrincess of the Prom(An iCarly Fanfiction)

8. The Honesty Game

Some songs that are awesome and vaguely(very vaguely) relate to the chapter:

"Make It Up As You Go" The Plain White T's
"Love the Way You Lie" Eminem and Rihanna

Carly's POV

'What is going on with those two?' I think to myself.

Freddie and Sam had finally pulled it together long enough to do the show but it was like you could just feel the awkward tension in the air surrounding them like an aura. I still don't know why Sam attacked him like that. It was so completely out of the blue and I didn't know if I should butt into their business and ask about it or leave it be. Even if I wanted to though, I couldn't have since they left immediately following the end of the show. I'd made sure to keep an eye on her during it just in case she lost it again. But she behaved and then, right after we finished up, she grabbed Freddie by the collar, whispered something in his ear, and he reluctantly followed after her, possibly to his doom.

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Freddie's POV

"We need to talk. Come on," Sam whispers in my ear, her breath hot against the side of my face. I shiver lightly. She tugs on my arm in the direction of the door and I reluctantly look around, not wanting to leave the safe confinements of the studio where we have an audience so at least so she can't pummel me too hard.

Finally after a few seconds of blank thoughts, I gulp and nod, following her but not too closely, not really wanting to get too close to her after what happened the last time we got too close. I touch my eye. I think it's starting to bruise by how tender it feels under my fingertips. Crap, what am I going to say to my mom?

"I have makeup you can use to cover that up," Sam murmurs and I flinch. I didn't realize she was watching me. Her tone is regretful and I nod in appreciation. We stop in the bathroom and she helps me put on the foundation, but it's still a little red. At least now it's not that odd shade of dark blue anymore.

We walk back out and I thank her.

"You're welcome," she says tonelessly.

That's basically the extent of our conversation until we reach the hallway. The second the door closes behind us, she turns to look at me.

"Why on EARTH did you tell your mom that lie? I'm going to prom with Dylan and now I have to also deal with making your psycho mom believe I'm in some kind of relationship with you? How is that going to work out? I mean-"

I just stare at her. "Wait, so you'll go along with it?" I interupt her rudely. I'm just flabbergasted though. I never thought Sam would ever consider me, even in a fake way. Does she realize what she's getting into, especially with my mom?

I truly thought she was just going to leave me hanging since it was my fault and she wasn't in a situation where she was forced to help me, but it's nice to know she's not leaving me to the wolves.

Sam stops, surprised and a little peeved I'd interrupted her. "Of course I'm helping you, I'm not just going to leave you to fix it yourself. Like you could." She snorts and continues, her voice shyer, guilt seeping in. "And it's sort of my fault anyway that you were late, so I kind of owe it to you...."

"It's okay," I quickly reassure her. I hate the look in her eyes right now. I hate her being anything other than happy Sam. Happy Sam doesn't ruthlessly use me as a punching bag. She smiles and sometimes hugs me and teases but in a good way that give me a weird but very warm, very good feeling. "The reason I said....uh, er, that," I choke out, not wanting to say it out loud, "was because my mom has been trying to get me to sign up for self-defense classes to "protect" myself from you for years now. I haven't because I don't believe you'd ever actually hurt me on purpose and I'm just not really the type of person who wants to spend more time than absolutely necessary doing pointless physical activities. I already go to the gym, I don't need any more exercise than absolutely necessary." I hear myself rambling and cringe.