Love Starts (an iCarly/Seddie fanfic) TO BE DISCONTINUED

Prom, potite and loud.

Hey, sorry for nit updating. I was really busy this week. Hope you like this chapter, its quite fisty, so watch out. Rated T for fighting scenes and hurtful words.

"How can we not?" Sam asked whilst rubbing her rumbling stomach. She turned to the fridge and pulled out a long strip of bacon. "This is the life..." She mumbled whilst biting into the juicy pig.

"Sam, seriously, you're gonna pass out of you eat anymore food." Freddie chuckled. Sam glared at him and continued to chomp the bacon. 

Carly turned around and ran her fingers into her hair. She got up, collected her coat from the rack and made her way to the door. "Where are ya going?" Sam asked, mouthful of bacon. "To-to- to by... shampoo." She lied. "You're gonna go flirt with boys, aren't you..." Sam sighed knowingly.

"Shut up." And like that, Carly walked out of her apartment.

"She is quite desperate." Freddie chuckled. "I know right," Spencer shouted, whilst running out of his room. "She really wants a date to that prom."

"I don't even want to go to prom. All the dresses, pounds and pounds of make-up, the make out sessions on the ground or chairs, the stupid dance competitions and the ridiculous people, trying to be prom queen and king... it's horrible." Sam sighed.

Spencer cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" He chuckled. Sam pulled out another strip of bacon. "Yup. I'm only going because of my needy boyfriend, here." She pointed at Freddie and watched him playfully pout.

"Whatever, you were all happy when I asked you." Freddie chuckled. "What? You asked me to prom. I thought it was a motorcycle race..." Sam sighed. "Yeah right," He chuckled once more. "Spence, she was all like 'oh, cool.' and she buried her head into my hunky chest." Freddie chuckled.

"Wait... we're not going to the motorcycle race..." Sam plastered a fake pout. "Nope, we're not." He chuckled.

After five minutes, Gibby walked into the apartment. "Hey." He huffed. "Urrrhh, Gibby. How're ya doing?" Freddie stuttered. Gibby didn't answer, instead he walked up to Sam.

"Hey, Gibster!!!" Sam smiled and hugged her friend. He pulled away and earned a little glance from Sam. "Hey, Spencer." He chuckled and stood in the middle of the room. "Have you seen Carly? I need to talk to her." Spencer waved back and shook his head.

"She went to go flirt with some guys." Gibby sighed and sat next to Sam again.

"So, I'm gonna babysit Guppy tonight, right?" Sam questioned. "Yeah. I-I guess." He glanced at her eyes, then at her lips and then looked away. "Oh, ah-um... Cool. What's up, Gib?" Sam asked. "Nothing, just really have to tell Carly something." Sam stared at his eyes and he stared back.

Her eyes shimmer like the sea... wait, what the hell? He thought. She's so innocent. She knows nothing... He thought. "Nothing..." He half chuckled. Wait, did I just say that out loud?????!!!!! "What the chiz?" She half chuckled.

"Ok, so what's with it?" Spencer asked, walking up to Gibby. "Nothing, nothing is wrong!" He sighed. "What, is it your man period or somethin?" Sam chuckled. Freddie just kept quiet. "No..." He smiled.

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It was eight fifteen and the four teenagers sat in the studio. "-He was so cute... I just don't hope he needs up being a jerk next Saturday." Carly sighed. "Cool..." Sam sighed whilst the others rolled their eyes.

"Hey, I need to go to the bathroom." Sam stood up and walked out. "Wait, I have my wet rug there. Sam!!" Then Carly ram out, leaving Freddie and Gibby in the room.

"So, um-" Gibby cut Freddie off. "Don't even start. You're not a friend, Freddie." Gibby clasped his fists. "Man, I'm sorry. I-I-I just- Sam, she's-" Gibby cut him off with a brutal punch. Whilst Freddie clutched his belly, Gibby held back the tears that were going to stream out.

"Gibby, man. We can reason with-" Gibby threw another punch, making Freddie fly onto the ground. "Dude, man!" Freddie for up and pushed Gibby onto the ground, but was then tackled my Gibby.

"Gib!" Freddie shouted. "Don't call me Gib. Only my friends call me that." He kicked Freddie in the gut and he felt emotional pain, more that physical.

"Grrrhh! Sam will never love you! She's mine! I love her and You're getting in the middle of it. I've always had a thing for her... hiding behind Carly, telling her I loved her, just to cover up my feelings!!!" Freddie threw a punch.

"You idiot. All you so is meddle. There is nothing to say, cause you're an idiot... think. What if this is all an act! What if she just hates you!"He pushed Freddie and he earned a brutal punch.

"Guys..." Sam whispered. Her voice was low with anger and her face was steaming hot, whilst Carly was quite entertained. "What in the chizzy world is going on?" Sam questioned. Freddie was going to speak, but Sam wouldn't let him.

"I'm not going to the dance. Not with you, not with neither of you!!!" She stormed out of the room, leaving a fascinated Carly and two heartbroken guys.