iDon't have a twin

This is the way I wished the episode had ended

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, I just mess with it ;)

"Would Sam do this?" she tilted her head in a spunky way before moving closer. Before I could stop anything from happening her lips were on mine.

I keep running away… even from the good things… played in my head. Unsure intensity mixed with excitement and possibility.

I knew she would push this as far as possible to convince me and pull off her prank, but this was her mistake. I knew those lips. I knew that kiss. I was completely positive this was Sam.

We separated, I saw right away that she couldn't believe what she had just done. She let go of me (since we were previously dancing).

I raised an eye brow and smirked. I had won.

"Sam." I labeled nodding once.

She looked worried and frustrated now, "No. Sam would never kiss you." Then she remembered her little act and rose her voice a little, "Freddie, I'm really Melanie. Please believe me." She batted her eyes and put her hand over her heart. She really was good at this. But I knew that kiss, she couldn't take it back, I had kissed Sam and I knew it.

Wait… I had kissed Sam. A wave of confusion washed over me. A consideration was quickly snuffled out with denial. This wasn't the time. There was another matter at hand.

"You might as well give up, I've kissed you before: unmistakable." I explained.

Here eyebrows met in confusion, her jaw tightened. Her cheeks flushed pink. But after a second for reaction she put her mask back on, "You kissed my sister!" she wailed.

"No… because you don't have a sister, Sam." I pushed, leaning in for effect.

"Yes I do, it's Melanie."

I smiled, I had got her, "I thought you were supposed to be Melanie." I put my hand on her shoulder, and shook her a little.

Realization turned to complete terror, "That's what I said." She nervously spit out.

"Said what?" I challenged.

Her mouth opened because she knew she had to answer to keep this up, but she had nothing to say. "What you said." She pointed feebly.

I put my other hand on her other shoulder, caging her in.

"Sam. I won." I said in a tone that showed that there was no way out.

She stood there defeated: slumped over with bad posture, chip on her shoulder, and a slight annoyed arch in her eyebrow. It was completely Sam. My smiled intensified.

But I had forgotten one thing. Sam didn't lose. And Sam didn't have to make sense.

She popped back up into a complete Melanie image. I blinked in surprise.

"Freddie you're so funny!" she giggled and traced her finger in a squiggle on my chest. She stepped closer to me. My arms which had previously been on her shoulders fell weakly to my sides. I couldn't believe she was trying to keep this up, and I couldn't do anything about it… she was so close to me.

She leaned forward, my heart beat sporadically in my chest. But she passed by my face and put her mouth next to my ear. I could feel her warm breath against my neck. That sent shivers down my spine.

"I had a really good time." She whispered. Then she pulled away to face me again. She took my hand.

"Take me home!" she ordered brightly, pulling me out of the building. I was dragged along like a rag doll, the impact of her breath on my neck still rippling through me. I tried to shake it off.

"Sam! Come on! Just give it up!" I called to her as she pulled me towards my apartment at an awkward pace.

She ignored. I kept trying to get a reaction but she just gave me the occasional turn and bright Melanie smile.

Once we made our way to the lobby Lubert started screaming at us. She pulled me on but jumped at his voice for effect. Wow, she was thorough.

In a flash we were at my door. I refused to open it. I had won, and she had better admit it!

"Come on!" I whined, my stare frustrated and tired of this charade.

"I wish we could do this again, but I have to go home tomorrow morning." She really did look disappointed.

I wasn't affected by her comment however. I just waited for her to break.

She blinked and her mask cracked a little. She took in a deep breath and smiled wider.

"But this was fun." She assured, pressing that this was the point where I should say goodnight and head inside.

But I just waited.

She tapped her foot a little and looked down for a few seconds. Then she leaned forward again. It was obviously to get the door, but my heartbeat still sky-rocketed at our close proximity. It opened behind me.

I wouldn't move.

She giggled, her face making wrinkles with how big her smile was forced to reach.

"It's a door, you're supposed to walk through it silly!" she chimed.

I didn't budge.

"Good night." She said harshly sweet.

Still I stood there.

Her smile slumped. Her shoulders rose. Her eyes caught fire. Two hands came shooing out against my chest. I stumbled back, off balance.

She huffed; regaining her Melanie look once again, then impatiently closed the door for me.

I stared at the dead wood inches from my face. Her image still burned in my eyes.

She had been so purely Sam, then like magic she bounced into a whole other person. A flirty person, a playful person, a sugary sweet person… but not the sort of Sam I would want.

The whole reason I liked this date was because it was a competition with Sam.

And Sam had kissed me.

I smiled to myself.

Suddenly it wasn't so disappointing that she hadn't declared her defeat. It wouldn't be Sam if she had. And I wanted Sam to be Sam. I liked Sam just how she was, even if she drove me crazy.

Yeah, thought I'd put a twist on it. When the episode went on I really hoped that it was Sam who was going to have to flirt and kiss Freddie. Super disappointed when it wasn't. Humph.

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