Hello there lovelies :)

This story was previously published on my old account under the title iShould Speak Now. I'm putting it up on my new account because I've always loved writing this characters, and I feel they have a beautiful story to tell. I'll start by uploading the first chapter or two, and see how people react.

Let me know what you think! xx

For my 17th birthday, Spencer said he would make me a cake. Since no-one trusted him not to set something on fire and since Carly and Freddie wanted to make out; I was given the job of Spencer-sitting.

He was working intently on the cake, while I sat on the kitchen island and watched. He had that look on his face, the one that meant he was determined. In this case, he was determined to prove us all wrong, and not set anything on fire.

I turned to look at Spencer's latest sculpture. It was a giant fridge, complete with smaller sculptures of numerous foods and beverages inside. My favourite part, however, was the door. Spencer had made copies of hundreds of photos and attached them to the door using colourful magnets.

The photos were fascinating. There were some of Carly and Spencer as babies, as well as numerous school pictures. There were family photographs, both professional and snapshots. Milestones in Carly and Spencer's lives. Not surprisingly, numerous photos of Freddie and I had found their way up there as well. Carly and I when we first met, the three of us after our first episode of iCarly. In Japan, at the Beauty Pageant, at psychotic Nora's house. Freddie and Carly after they became a couple. Random of the three of us, with Spencer and a few with Gibby.

My favourite was one of Spencer and I. At a birthday of Carly's, Freddie had decided to play photographer for the night. He'd come to Spencer and I as we were laughing hysterically; so in the photo of the two of us, Spencer's arm was around my shoulder and we had the happiest grins.

That signified the time in my life that Spencer shifted from being somewhat like an older brother to a best friend. And I definitely liked it better that way. I'd never really been ok with the idea of anyone looking after me, so Spencer as my best friend suited me much more.

I was brought back to reality by a splat and something wet landing on my neck. I turned and saw Spencer holding an electric mixer. His eyes met mine and widened in fear. Slowly, I wiped the mess of my neck; before tasting it (I'm Sam Puckett, there's no way I would EVER let any food go to waste). The cake tasted pretty amazing. With a smirk, I looked up at Spencer.

"You are SO dead Shay!"

Grabbing a handful of flour I lunged at him. He ducked, but not before I was able to cover his hair in flour. He threw some chocolate chips at me, followed by a handful of sugar. We were laughing hysterically. I picked up and egg and threw it hard. It landed with a crack and splat on his chest.

"Oh. Is that how you want to play Puckett?"

In one swift moment, he dumped the entire bowl of cake batter on my head.

Mouth open in shock, I charged at him; arms flailing. Spence caught me, and as I struggled he ended up cover in batter too. I turned to face him.

"I think we're going to need to make another cake," he said, and I chuckled.

Still in his arms, I gazed into his eyes. He met my gaze, before slowly leaning in.

I could feel his breath as I leaned towards him, our lips only centimeters apart. For a moment, I thought this was really going to happen; before we heard a crash and sprung apart.

We realized the bowl had fallen to the floor. Carly then appeared. Taking one look at us, and the mess we had created, she rolled her eyes.

"What happened here?" She sighed.

With a nervous glance at Spencer, I quickly replied, "Nothing."

She laughed.

"Try and get things back to normal would you?" Carly said, before disappearing upstairs again.

(I should've said that it could never be normal again.)