iNternal Conflicts

"No matter whom I am right now, Sam or Samantha, they did not hate you, before and after the accident." She smiled. My face fell into a grin of relief so side I thought my face would crack.

"Oh, now look what you've done!" the Sam in Samantha complained.

~~~Carly's POV~~~

"Alright, say it ONE more time." I demand of him, plopping myself on the couch of my apartment.

"She said, 'No matter whom I am right now, Sam or Samantha, they did not hate you, before and after the accident.' Then she turned back into old Sam and said, 'Oh, now look what you've done!'" he says, grabbing some popcorn out of the bowl.

"I think she's gonna remember some things, but not all." I say, sipping my peppy cola.

"It's like she has two personalities; one that forgot and one that didn't." He says, looking distraught.

"I know. She's gonna be slipping back and forth between Sam and Samantha."

"Is it gonna be hard to know when she's who?" I think at his question.

"No. Both Sam and Samantha know that you know, but one is girlier and one likes to punch you."

"But they're the same person!" he yells. Our attention is caught with a knock on the door.

"Coming!" I yell, bouncing up to the door. I open it to reveal Sam, or Samantha.

"Sup, Carls?" She hops in and plops herself on the couch, grabbing some popcorn.

"Hey, Sam."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she turns towards me, "may I have some?" I glance at Freddie, who catches my eyes.

"We're gonna be in for a bumpy ride." Freddie sips some peppy cola.

~~~Freddie's POV~~~

I turn to my left.

"Hey- Sam?" she wasn't moving. "Samantha?" I shook her. "Sam!" I shook her harder. She blinked rapidly and drew in a breath.

"DON'T" she yelled "CALL ME-" she froze again and shuttered. "Freddie, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." She patted my arm.

"It's- it's alright?" I wasn't sure if it was. "Samantha, would you mind coming upstairs with me?" I stood up and offered my hand.

"Sure." She took my hand. At the stairs, she snaked her arm around my shoulder, sending chills down my spine.

I set her down on a red beanbag and plopped down on my blue one. "Sam, you seem to be flipping back and forth between old Sam and new Sam." I felt that being blunt was easiest.

"I know, but it's a good thing!" she grins to my confusion. "When that old Sam comes out, I let it so I can learn what I should be doing. I'm going to let the old Sam come back almost all the way, but I'm going to keep some new habits."

"Like brushing your teeth?" She slaps my arm, gently.

"Like being easier on you. I'm not gonna be a pansy, like Carls, but I won't murder you every day." We grin.

"I'd like that."

"I'm so tired of waiting for old Sam to return!" She throws her hands up. "What happened right before I fell?"

"Uhm…" I was trying to avoid this question so hard. "Well… we were arguing and I called you 'desperate' and then you did… this." I quickly peck her cheek. Wait, why didn't I just tell her. I open my eyes to find hers going wide. She let out an earsplitting scream of extreme pain. She grabbed her head and started thrashing around. What have I done?

~~~Sam's POV~~~

He tenderly kisses my cheek, sending chills down my spine. The chills spread all over my body, making it go numb. Ok, now it's not chills, it- "AAAHHHHH!" It's all too much. I see it all. The bet, the plane to Japan, the amazing first kiss, Fred, Missy, finding out Melanie kissed Freddie, Carly finding out about the kiss, my near death experience on the window washer platform, the fight.

"Sam!" I hear a voice in the distance shout. Okay, Samantha, open your eyes! BREATHE!

Oh no, you did not just call me Samantha!

I did, now open your eyes before Freddie calls the cops! I wrench my eyes open to find Fredpant's right over mine.

"Freddie! What happened?" I hear Carly scream.

"FOR THE HOLY LOVE OF HAM, CARLS, I'M FINE!"I scream. Freddie, I mean, Fredbags smirks.

"She's ba-ack!" He calls to her. I notice how he's positioned over me, almost as if to pin me down. He turns his attention back to me, only to find his nose a centimeter away from mine.

~~~Freddie's POV~~~

"She's ba-ack!" I sing back to Carly. I turn back and find my nose almost touching hers. We stare into each other's eyes, getting completely lost. They were blue, like an ocean, engulfing me. There was a million different colors in there, blues, greens, and almost brown. Wait, the brown was my eyes. I feel my lips grazing hers as my head spins in every direction. Some force in the universe had pushed my mouth onto hers.

"FREDDIE! THE INTERNET'S BROKEN!" Carly's annoyingly shrill voice rang out. Reluctantly, I pulled my head away. I felt a small thump on my head as Sam lowed her hand, smirking.

"Yep, I'm back." She whispers as I help her up.

"If you didn't lose your memory, I'd be dead." I laugh, guiding her to the elevator. The doors close and the only image she left me was one of a sad Sam.

"Right?" I mutter, jumping down the stairs.

~~~Sam's POV~~~

MELTED CHOCOLATE! That's the color of his eyes, the eyes in which I'm lost in. Geez, I know I'm back but now I'm girly? Well not really, I've always loved his eyes. They filled me with warmth. They engulf me with love, something my mom never gave me. Next thing I know his lips are brushing against mine and I'm soaring though the clouds.

"FREDDIE! THE INTERNET'S BROKEN!" Carly's shrill voice rang through the air. Ugh, nice timing, CARLY. I- I have to get Fredlumps back…. I reach my hand up to his forehead and thump him. He grins and helps me up.

"Yep, I'm back." I whisper.

"If you didn't lose your memory, I'd be dead." He laughs, helping me hop to the elevator. The last thing I see before the doors close is a confused him.

"Yeah, maybe." I mutter as the elevator whirs.

~~~Spencer's POV~~~

Don't ask me how, but I'm stuck in a heating vent over the iCarly studio. I stick my head down to see Sam and Freddie wobbling in. Freddie puts her down on the red beanbag and plops down on the blue one. "Sam, you seem to be flipping back and forth between old Sam and new Sam." He says bluntly.

"I know, but it's a good thing!" she grins. "When that old Sam comes out, I let it so I can learn what I should be doing. I'm going to let the old Sam come back almost all the way, but I'm going to keep some new habits." Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?

"Like brushing your teeth?" She slaps his arm playfully. It looks like… flirting almost.

"Like being easier on you. I'm not gonna be a pansy, like Carls, but I won't murder you every day." We grin, even though they can't see me.

"I'd like that." He smirks.

"I'm so tired of waiting for old Sam to return!" She throws her hands up. "What happened right before I fell?"

"Uhm…" He looked uncomfortable. "Well… we were arguing and I called you 'desperate' and then you did… this." He leaned forwards and kissed her cheek. OMG I could scream, but I won't. This is too good to interrupt; they are so cute together! I sound like Carly.

Her eyes go really wide, like, scary wide. She screams and grabs her head, thrashing. "SAM!" I yell, then shutting my mouth. Freddie doesn't seem to notice, he screams must be too loud. He leans over her, putting his arms, around her, caging her in. She starts panting and finally opens her eyes.

"Freddie! What happened?" I hear Carly scream.

"FOR THE HOLY LOVE OF HAM, CARLS, I'M FINE!"Sam yells.

Freddie turns his head to the door. "She's ba-ack!" Freddie yells in a sing- song way. When he turns his head back, they both freeze. By the looks of it, they're really close together, staring at each other. I quickly take out my extra long telescope and start letting it out until it was right over his head. Gently, I poke him, pushing his head the extra inch, pushing his lips onto Sam's. YES!

"FREDDIE! THE INTERNET'S BROKEN!" Carly screamed, breaking them apart. Sam thumped his forehead. He helps her up, both of them smiling.

"If you didn't lose your memory, I'd be dead." He laughs, helping her into the elevator. The doors close. "Right?" he asks himself. From the other end of the duct I hear Sam say,

"Yeah, maybe." Ooooh this is getting interesting. I pull my head up so he can't see me. He turns around and starts clapping apathetically, walking over towards me.

"Great job, Spencer." I pop my head out.

"You knew?" I ask.

"I didn't scream her name, and I know your voice." He smirks. I pop my head back into the vent to see the most hideous sight you could imagine.

~~~Freddie's POV~~~

"ROLY POLY!" he screams, falling out of the heating vent. Springing up, he says "You like Sam." I stare as he grins. "Freddie like Sammy!" he pokes my stomach; I slap his hands away.

"Stop it!"

He lowers his voice dramatically. "You didn't deny it." We start walking out of the room and down the stairs that had caused Sam accident. For some reason that only the gods of Sam's ham would know, I blush.

"Spencer, you're- insane!"

"I may be insane, but I'm not crazy." We stop at turn right before the bottom of the stairs. "Now, I've get a secret to tell you. Wendy, Carly's redhead friend, told me this. But Carly told me not to repeat gossip." I pout. "So listen closely, cuz I'm only gonna say this once." I grin as he leans down and whispers. "Carly…

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