


Ulterior Motives

by epic.is.what.i.aim.for



Category: iCarly
Genre: Humor, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2010-08-18
Updated: 2010-08-18
Packaged: 2014-04-12 14:41:19
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 651
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6249729/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2149681/epic-is-what-i-aim-for
Summary: Freddie and Sam meet in a familiar place. Will they relive the same moment or make new memories? One-Shot.





	Ulterior Motives

**A/N: Be Nice! This is my first iCarly FF, but I LOVE SEDDIE so please R&R.**

**-EBU**

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The carnival crowd was thinning as Freddie walked around the merry-go-round. There weren't many rides this year. The main attractions, of course—the Ferris wheel, the Scrambler, the swings etc. Other than that, nothing exciting or new. But Freddie wasn't making his way to a ride.

He was headed toward the booths located behind the rides. Freddie knew his favorite charity had one set up and he wanted to make a big donation. Well, bigger than the buck he usually threw in the box. He had both hands in his pockets as he scanned the signs overhead. Finally he found it: _Feeding Hungry Hundreds—Kissing Booth_.

The girl behind the counter had her back turned as Freddie slid into the chair on the other side. She spun around and flashed him a plastic smile. It quickly turned into a real one as she recognized his face.

"Freddie?" He practically fell out of his seat.

"Sam?" Her smile fell at the tone of his voice. "Why is it I always find you in the kissing booth?"

"I like this charity and they like me," she deadpanned. He smirked at her expressionless face.

"You keep the customers satisfied?" He bounced his eyebrows, taunting her.

"I keep the customers in their place, not where I'm about to put you." Sam thrust her hand over the counter, grazing his collar as he jumped out of her reach.

"Point taken," he said, raising his hands in defeat. She shrugged and sat back in her seat.

"What're you doing here, anyway?" she asked.

"I stopped by to fund a good cause. Then again, I didn't know you were behind the booth."

"And now you do. Bye." She spun around in her chair and picked up where she left off—sorting the money by quantity: $1 bills, $5 bills, $10 bills, etc.

"Wait a second," Freddie said, sitting back down. She sighed and spun back around.

"What?"

"We haven't seen each other in a good while; let's talk."

"Let's not."

"Okay, yeah, bad idea but—" She turned away again. "Hey," he continued, "maybe I still want to donate."

"Maybe you want a broken nose," she glared over her shoulder. He crossed his arms.

"Is that how you treat all your customers?"

"Yes."

"And _FHH_ actually asked you back?"

"Yea, but they won't ever again if you don't move and make way for my real customers."

"I said I wanted to—" She stood up threatening, placed both palms on the counter and leaned into his face.

"Freddie, let me make this perfectly clear. There is no way I'm gonna let you—" Suddenly, Freddie closed the space between them. He had one hand on her cheek and the other in the donation box; he dropped a dollar in and moved that hand to her other cheek.

What surprised Freddie most wasn't that she didn't violently push him away, but that she actually kissed him back. And that she actually moved her free hand to the base of his neck.

It was the most liberating experience. They were both admitting their true feelings without words, both knowing they would deny them _with words_ when they parted.

Freddie kept his one hand on her cheek, his face remaining inches from hers. She stared blankly at him as she repeated the _FHH_ mantra, "Thank you, sir; you just saved a life." He smiled, a laugh bubbling up inside.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispered, "You might remember I stopped by your booth a couple years back."

"You had to be forcibly removed because it was believed you had ulterior motives." He mimicked her smirk.

"I still do," he said, throwing in another dollar.


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