A/N I don't own iCarly

She would never admit to wanting his attention. In fact she probably didn't know that she wanted it. All she knew is that when he looked at Carly…his beloved Carly, she felt an inexplicable feeling, something akin to a burning rage slowly bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. So Sam did what any good, ham loving individual would do; she gave him wedgies, belittled him, made sure that most importantly of all that he knew that Carly would NEVER love him. She definitely never thought the status quo would change, never thought that a most impossible event would occur.

He would never admit that he enjoyed their squabbles. Had someone asked him, he probably would have said they needed to be institutionalized. I mean seriously, who enjoys endless days of torture, of being mocked for every single interest, every single thing that made him who he was…Fredward Benson. All he knew is that when he looked at Carly…his formerly beloved Carly, he didn't feel that same butterflies. Honestly he didn't have time anymore. He, like most of us, didn't know how to deal with change. So he did what any person would do, he tried to fight it, he kept up appearances. Tested the mikes with "I love Carly' knowing that SHE would hear it. Waited for Carly at his peephole knowing that SHE would see it coming. He never thought the impossible would happen, that his feelings would come rushing forward in this wonderful, terrifying moment.

And most of all, neither knew that the event would change both everything and that it would change nothing, it would be both the beginning and the end.

A/N: I'm not going to pine for reviews here, but it would mean a lot to me if you did. Let me know if I should continue this or not. This was written as a one-shot but I'm open to continuing it.