Ever since "iCarly Saves TV," Sam and Freddie have a secret. And no one knows… No one except Spencer, that is!
Prologue/iCarly Saves TV:
I can't remember how exactly this happened, but all I remember is Carly's wacky older brother walking through the door and screaming, "OH MY GOD!" And some other stuff I probably shouldn't put on there for little kids. I open my eyes and take control of myself yet again. Simultaneously as it seems, the two of us slowly inch away from each other on the couch until my side hurts because of the armrest. "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" Spencer is obviously more freaked out than I am.
"I don't know." I say back, standing up frustrated.
"You don't know! How do you not know? You were right there–"
"I know that!" I snap. We don't need a reminder. "I just don't know how it happened!" I groan. It was kind of shocking as well that me of all people would be sitting in my best friend's living room sucking face with the biggest dork in Seattle – especially when the said dork has the biggest crush on Carly Shay.
Spencer seems literally confused. "But I left ten minutes ago. It took you guys that long to…" He trails off. The process of explaining me Freddie and me's relationship would be impossible.
Strangely, the dork has just been sitting there the whole time. Having his own little mental dork fight. He's been so unfaithful to his beloved Carls. It was a rather odd experiment for the both of us. Just, I got fired from the show, and then Freddie quit, and we were left alone. I guess Spencer's surprised we didn't kill each other. I'm just glad Carly didn't catch us. Can you spell never-ending harassment? "I don't know what happened!" I slammed my head into a pillow. After five seconds of silence I mumble, "Please, don't tell Carly." I'm sure as hell Freddie would have no trouble agreeing.
"I won't." Spencer says, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It's okay you guys kissed." He tried. "I mean, you don't always have to be going out… or like each other… or want to tell people…"
"Not helping, Spence." I mutter.
"Oh, sorry." He gasped.
"Hey, Benson." I call. "I still hate you." I get no reply, but that settles the deal. No more discussions about it.
A/N: Short prologue! But, leave a review and I'll work on the next episode in this story: iSaw Him First! Hope you like it.