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iNeed You
Chapter 8; Kissing and Happy Endings

Freddie found himself in his room again, thinking of Sam.

Why would she kiss him like that? No one was around to see it! There was no good reason, unless she really liked him.

Unless she really wanted to date him.

Freddie shook his head. No way was that true. Sam couldn't like him. She basically hated him!

But that kiss kept replaying in his mind, almost like a broken record. And what scared Freddie was that he didn't hate that it happened.

He actually enjoyed it, and he wanted to do it again.

"What about Carly?" He thought, "I love her, not Sam, right? Sure, she shows no interest in me… Who am I kidding? I don't think she'll ever love me. Not the way I want her to."

"I'm so confused!" He told himself, putting his head in his hands as he sat on the edge of his bed, feet barely touching the floor. He remembered Sam sitting on the edge of his bed a few days ago, when she was feeling a bit lonely--not that she admitted to it. Freddie just assumed that she was. He remembered that her feet couldn't touch the ground. He smiled knowing he was taller than her. It was one of those things that he looked for in his ideal girl. She was shorter than him.

It dawned on him that Carly was taller than him. He never realized it before.

He began to list what he liked in a girl without thinking about it too hardly.

He liked blue eyes, curly hair, a sense of independence, a strong opinion…

And blondes.

Why did his ideal girl describe Sam? Freddie panicked. What was he to do? Did he like her now? Was he sure?

Would she turn him down?

He didn't know what the answers were, but his thought process was blocked by a reel of the three times he and Sam kissed, counting when he improvised and kissed her cheek. It was really more of a spur of the moment thing.

And the bad--or maybe good--thing was that he liked that it was spur of the moment. He wanted to be allowed to kiss her whenever he wanted, and not just on the cheek. He was thinking more along the lines of her lips...

He was beginning to crave the feeling he got when he was close to her, like the time she had fallen onto him. He missed her taste, after only getting a few good samples. Freddie couldn't explain how she tasted, except that she tasted like Sam. It was a flavor that you couldn't describe, and you only can understand if you try it.

Freddie didn't want anyone else to understand. At this revelation, Freddie now understood his feelings for Sam.

And he wanted her to know, too.

He walked out of his room and to the door. His mother was at the grocery store, so he didn't have to worry about her. He took the key to the lock out of his slot and twisted the door knob. He walked the two steps out of his apartment and to the door across the hall, making sure to close his own behind him.

Freddie drew in a deep breath, then knocked lightly on the door. He heard the television become mute and a quite shuffling coming to the door.

The floor was so quite that he heard Lewbert and a woman arguing downstairs. He thought he heard something about a cat, a mop, and the elevator.

A bright blue eye flickered to the peephole. Freddie looked into Sam's eye, and he could see the smile twinkle in it. The eye left the peep hole as quick as it came to it, and the door unlocked and opened.

"Hey Dorkward. What's shakin'?" Sam asked.

"Not much," Freddie responded. The quiet consumed them. Sam seemed to be waiting for something, peering at Freddie with the same look she always did. But he could see something more to it as he looked into her eyes. He smiled and walked forward two more steps, so he was centimeters away from her face. She didn't back away, but her breathing slipped for a moment. Sam kept gazing into his chocolate eyes.

"This is it," Freddie thought, "Just do it, don't think about the tension in the air… Wow, I never noticed those flecks of green in her eyes."

No words were said, and Freddie leaned in at the same time that Sam reached up. They met in the middle, in a passionate kiss that told their story of love and hate, a fight for control and understanding, closer and comfort, confusion and enlightenment.

They broke apart for a second, quickly rushing into the apartment together. Freddie closed the door while Sam locked it. He grabbed her again and pushed her against the door, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Sam cupped his cheek. They stopped the kiss for a moment. Sam took his hand, leading him to the couch. They continued, soft and innocent kiss after kiss. Sam put a hand on his chest.

"Okay, dork. I know I probably should need to ask this," She said with a smile, "But you like me, and not Carly now?"

"I thought you at least had half a brain," Freddie joked. Sam narrowed her eyes, not sensing Freddie was only teasing.

"At least I can grow leg hair."

"Hey! You know mine started to grow the beginning of this year!"

"Wow, only you would be proud of that. Does your mommy know that you have leg hair?"

"As a matter of fact, yes! She took a picture of it during one of the tic baths while my leg was exposed," Freddie told her matter-of-factly.

Sam shook her head, "I can't believe I like a dork like you."

"You better believe it," Freddie said in his best seductive voice, causing Sam to laugh. Freddie silenced her with a passionate kiss. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of this.

A knock sounded at the door, and Sam broke away from Freddie, listening quietly. Freddie looked at her curiously.

"What's going-" He began to whisper before being rudely shushed. There were a few more knocks, then an angry sigh.

"Sammy, I know you're in there! Come out!" Sam smirked and looked to Freddie, he knew that it was her Mom. She was the only one that called her Sammy.

"I'm not home," She said coyly under her breath, then leaned over to the lamp next to the couch. "Rampu," She whispered to the lamp and it fluttered off.

Freddie smiled and leaned closer to her, amazed to find he could still see her blue eyes in the dark. Sam closed the gap between them and they resumed what they had been doing before being interrupted.

And this time it was no accident.

yaaay! it's done! :)

I'm not toooo insanely happy about the outcome, but it's probably because it's my first iCarly fic. Let me know what you think, 'Cause I think this chapter seems short, even though it's of regular length. I am happy with how it ended, though.

Hope you like it! I'm already working on the plot for my nex chapter fic, a sequal to iRant. :) And I have a oneshot/drabble idea that i want to finish up.

Please review! I'm super excited for a story of mine to reach 100 reviews! Thanks for reading, and look for my new stuff, coming asap!

-Freak-a-dee