Time- 10:20 PM

Location: Teacher's Lounge

"You ready, Sam?" Freddie asked as he typed another code on his laptop for the new app he was developing, Mood Face. He looked up to see Sam staring at the PearPad.

"Yup," she answered, keeping a straight face. Brad pressed the record button on his camera and began filming their first test of the night on Sam.

"Alright, this is Freddie Benson running test three for PearPad app, Mood Face, subject, Samantha Puckett," Freddie said loud enough so that the camera would record the sound. Freddie pressed a button and watched as the computer began analyzing Sam, deciphiring her current mood. She didn't blink as she continued to stare into the camera. After about twenty seconds, the computer finished analyzing Sam and had figured out her mood;

MOOD: IN LOVE

Freddie could feel his eyes bugging out of his head. Sam? In love? SAM IS IN LOVE? Nothing about that made sense, but the Mood Face app hadn't messed up once yet. He knew that his app wasn't faulty, but the idea of Sam being in love was. Who could she possibly be in love with? What guys were ever hanging around Sam other than him and Gibby? She hated and barely tolerated Gibby, and she never liked Freddie...

Unless... it was Freddie?

It all started coming together in Freddie's head. They were each other's first kiss, after Sam humiliated Freddie and herself on iCarly in the ninth grade. And she felt something more than that, too. When Carly asked how they felt about it, neither of them were given a chance to respond, courtesy of Spencer, being taped to chairs by prisoners, a banjo, and an abnormally large pair of pants... That would make a good iCarly skit one day... Freddie thought.

Focus. Samantha Puckett might be in love with him, Fredward Benson, A.K.A. her human punching bag since the sixth grade. His best friend and arch nemesis morphed into one small blonde girl. She was graceful and sweet, but could knock out a truck driver with a gallon of milk. The girl who constantly caused him both mental and physical pain. Yet, she had developed a lot lately, and has become so beautiful...

"Can I move now?" Sam asked, snapping Freddie out of his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah," he answered. Sam blinked and shook her head, rolling her head in small circles. Brad stopped recording and put down his camera. He grabbed a chip and dipped it into the guacamole Sam had made. Freddie didn't notice the glance Sam shot at Brad.

"So, what were the results?" Brad asked Freddie.

"Uh..." Quick, think, Benson, think! "They were, uh, inconclusive."

"Really?" Sam asked, standing off of her stool.

"That's weird," Brad said. "It was working this morning..."

"Yeah, I'm going to see if Carly has any tissues," Freddie said quickly. He slammed his laptop shut and pulled out the plug. Before he could get a response, he ran out of the room, leaving Brad and Sam speechless.

"He must really need a tissue," Brad commented. "Is he sick?"

"He's a nub," Sam said, shrugging as she reached inside the bag for a tortilla chip. "Who knows what disease he has."

Time- 10:25 PM

"Carly!" Freddie hissed to his best friend. She turned around and gave him a confused look. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," she said, putting down her clipboard. "You got this, Gibby?"

"Yeah," Gibby answered, recording data on his paper. Freddie didn't ask about the green gas filled in the stimulous chamber, or why it was making Spencer react so weirdly. Carly walked over to Freddie, her eyebrows furrowed.

"What's up?"

"I just ran a test on Sam for my app," Freddie began.

"Mood Face?" Carly asked.

"Yeah. And it scanned her mood..."

"And...?"

"Do you know why Sam has always been asking to hang out with Brad and me? Why she wanted to work on the project with Brad and me?"

"So what did you find out?" Carly asked mockingly.

"Check it out." Freddie reopened to laptop, facing Carly. She gasped in shock.

"In love?" she asked.

"Uh huh," Freddie answered, grinning and shaking his head.

"Wait..." Carly shook her head. "With you?"

"Think about it!" Freddie cried softly. "Remember when you asked us about when her and me kissed, and she never told you?"

"Please, don't remind me," Carly said wearily.

"Well, what if she enjoyed it?" Freddie asked. Carly's eyes widened.

"Oh, my gosh, she liked it!" Carly hissed. "She's in love! With you!"

"I know!"

"We've got to do something about this!" Carly cried. "This is fate! We have to get the two of you together!"

"Well, I know the perfect distraction..."

"Hey, guys, look!" Gibby called out. Carly and Freddie turned to see Spencer waving his shirt around in the stimulous chamber, looking as if he was choking. "I turned the stink level up to eleven!" Gibby said, grinning. The three watched as Spencer slowly passed out from the smell. Rather than check to see if he was okay, Carly and Freddie ran out of the room, eager to make Sam come clean with her feelings.

Time- 10:30 PM

"So, who taught you how to make fudge?" Sam asked as she polished off her third piece of Brad's heavenly fudge while he fiddled with the camera. She sucked the remaining fudge off of her fingers, moaning at the deliciousness.

"Uh, my great-grandmother did," Brad answered.

"She was a good woman," Sam said, nodding.

"She's still alive..." Brad gave her a confused look, and Sam tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make her seem as stupid as she felt.

"Even better." Brad smirked and nodded. At that moment, Carly and Freddie came through the door. Anyone could see how they were trying to hide their smiles.

"Hey, guys," Carly called out, waiting eagerly as everyone turned to look at her. "I was thinking about recording some things for iCarly. Do you want to be in it?" Everyone in the room exchanged looks of confusion, including Brad and Sam.

"Did Carly tell you anything about this?" Brad mouthed to Sam. She shook her head in response.

"It involves going through teachers' stuff!" Carly cried, trying to excite the others. "Come on!" Her peers shrugged and followed the perky brunnette out of the room. Brad put down his camera and Sam followed him to the door, only for Freddie to pull Sam aside.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrows. Brad stopped and looked back too.

"I need to talk to Sam about our own iCarly project for tonight," Freddie explained quickly. "Brad, you go on ahead and help Carly with filming, would you?"

"Alright then," Brad agreed, shrugging and leaving the room. Freddie closed the door behind him and turned off the lights.

"Okay, what's up, Benson?" Sam asked.

"Remember this on the animal channel?" Freddie smirked and moved closer to Sam, putting his hands around her waist. Sam shifted uncomfortably.

"What are you talking about?"

"The horses," Freddie said in a deep, flirty tone. Sam's eyes widened and she pushed Freddie away from her.

"Whoa, hold on!" Sam cried. "Wow! What?"

"I know that you're in love with me!"

"Huh?" Sam was really confused now. She walked over to her stool where she was sitting during the tests for Mood Face and sat down.

"Do you want to know how I know?" Freddie asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yes, please share."

"Because, according to Mood Face, it says that you're... in love."

"What? You said it didn't work!" Freddie opened his laptop up to Sam, showing that it indeed said that she was in love. Sam mentally cursed herself.

"Admit that you're in love with me!" Freddie cried.

"I don't love you!" Sam snapped.

"You have to love me!"

"Remember the birthday card I gave you? It read, 'Happy Birthday, I hate you! HATE, Sam!'"

"You still wished me a happy birthday."

"Argh!" Sam smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to figure out what to say that would possibly change his mind. "Remember when we shared our first kiss that we would go right back to hating each other?"

"We did," Freddie said. "For a while."

"Well, I still do, Benson!" Freddie seemed slightly crestfallen, but mostly crushed at how Sam didn't even seem to care about that at all.

"So... who do you love?" Freddie asked.

"That, Fredwina, is none of your business," Sam said. She hopped off of her stool and started for the door.

"Sam!"

"I mean it!" Sam slammed the door behind her, making Freddie jump.

"If it's not me that she loves," Freddie wondered aloud, "than who is it?"

Time- 11:15 PM

Sam sighed as she stared at the sidewalk, basking in her sadness. Both Carly and Freddie were harassing her about liking Freddie, even though she didn't. Sure, the stupid Mood Face app was right about Sam being in love, but why would she assume that she was in love with Freddie? That nub had been her worst enemy for her whole life, yet her best friend after Carly. Sam heard the door open, but she didn't want to look up. It was probably Carly or Freddie again.

"What's going on?" It was Brad. Sam looked up to him, giving him a weak smile.

"Hey, Brad," she replied.

"Are the three of you fighting or something?"

"Pretty much," Sam answered. She stood up and stretched her arms a bit. She had been sitting outside for about thirty minutes by now.

"Did I do something wrong?" Brad asked, looking slightly worried.

"No, it's not you," Sam replied. "It's just... the Mood Face test did have a result. It said that I was in love."

"And what's so wrong with that?"

"Freddie thought it was him, and he made a move while you and Carly were filming those kids goofing off."

"Oh, wow, that's, uh, awkward." Brad scratched the back of his head and stared at the ground.

"Tell me about it." Sam wrapped her arms around herself and shivered; it was pretty cold out for a short sleeved shirt, even though it was nearly summer.

"You want to go inside?" Brad asked. "You seem cold."

"If I go inside, I risk seeing my friends, and I don't want that right now," Sam answered.

"Well how about I help keep you warm?" Before she could protest, Brad sat down on the step Sam was sitting on and brought her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. Sam had to admit that it was warming her up.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"So, who do you love?" Sam groaned abnoxiously.

"What are you, the question man?" she barked.

"I'm just trying to be a good friend." Brad sighed and stared into Sam's blue eyes. "Look, I know it's scary to put your feelings out there, because you don't know if the person you like is going to like you back. Everyone feels that way, but you never know what might happen if you don't-" Sam cut him off by forcefully kissing him. At first, Brad was tense and stunned, but slowly he began kissing Sam back. Both of them sat there, kissing each other for eleven seconds before pulling away.

"... Sorry..." Sam said.

"It... It's cool," Brad replied. He smiled sheepishly. "I love you too."

"Really?"

"As long as you don't love me because I make 'top-notch fudge'," Brad teased, mocking Sam towards the end. Sam giggled and shook her head.

"We'll figure that out later," Sam said, grinning as she leaned in and began kissing Brad again.

Time- 11:20 PM

"What the heck!" Carly gasped. She pulled out her PearPhone and texted Freddie to meet her by his project. She ducked underneath the window and occassionally looked up at Brad and Sam. After a couple of minutes, Freddie came into the room. He looked down at Carly with a confused look on his face.

"Why are you on the floor?" he asked. Carly shushed him and motioned for him to come over. Freddie slowly got on his hands and knees and crawled over to Carly like a baby. Once he reached her, he sat on his knees and reread his text.

"What's the big deal about finding something to take a high-resolution picture?" Freddie whispered. "I could be working on my own project right now."

"Well, about that..." Carly took a deep breath. "Take a look out the window and see for yourself." Freddie rolled his eyes and stood up to look out the window. He saw Sam sitting on some guy's lap, making out with him nonstop. He could see the face until Sam pulled away. It was Brad- wait, Brad? Freddie sat back down on his knees, his eyes wide.

"It was Brad the entire time," he said to himself, shaking his head.

"Didn't see that one coming," Carly replied, shrugging. She put her hand on Freddie's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"That's it," Freddie said. He stood up and began walking away.

"What are you talking about?" Carly asked as she followed him.

"You'll see at the meeting tomorrow."