i Love to Hate You

A/N: Okay, I was reading some of those songfics where people had been tagged and did that ipod shuffle thing- you know what I'm talking about. I then read this.

Disclaimer: This story belongs to colorsofthesky101, not me!

Dirty Little Secret – The All-American Rejects (That was one of the songs)

"You know, it's getting harder to pretend I hate you." Sam says to me, laughing. We're at the park, where we've been meeting everyday for about two years.

We love each other here. When we're here, we really do.

But when we're not here, we're simply Carly's bickering friends.

We've both got reputations. She's the tough one, I'm a nerd. Society just doesn't accept two people like that together.

So we decided to hide it. But it tears me apart, 'cause I'm not ashamed of Sam. She's so strong, and funny, and really pretty.

"Did you have to throw that ham that hard?" I asked, rubbing my head.

"All to keep the act goin'." She joked.

I thought that that was just so cute! I fell in love with the idea of "What if Sam and Freddie really did get along better than they let on?" Trying to hide their romance from everyone else would make a really funny story, especially where Freddie's mom is concerned! So, now I'm going to turn the idea into a short chapter story! Let's see how I do!

Reviewers: How does this sound? Cute, funny, too weird for Sam and Freddie, or what? This is going to be when they are older. Perhaps 15-ish instead of 13. And, of course, it will explain how they secretly got together in the first place!

Note to Colorsofthesky101: Thanks for the inspiration! I love your stories!

According to these Fanfiction rules, a chapter isn't supposed to be just an A/N. I know some people do that anyways, but I'm going to obey the rules (for now :P). Okay, so here's the first chapter of i Love to Hate you. I don't own iCarly, Google, or Spark notes. Gosh, I'm using lots of names here. (But aren't you so proud of me for FINALLY learning how to insert those line breaks?) (Now that I go back and look at this, it didn't work, so never mind, don't be proud of my line break skills- I have none. If someone could please tell me how to insert them, please do so!)

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I should probably be in a mental institution. Seriously. The stress of keeping this big of a secret is killing me inside. It's such a gigantic part of who I am. Yet, I hide- and keep hiding- the best half of me. I should stop and Google search for any local mental institutions right now.

"Hey Sam, wait up!" Oh no, he's coming around the corner. I have to pretend he's beneath me, not at an elevation of 10 billion above me, where he really belongs. I have to feign disgust of social association with him.

"What, dork?" I ask while rolling my eyes and keeping my cool.

"That was uncalled for!" He shouts his insult-catch-phrase of "retaliation".

At this point I can say several things, but since I'm in a particular vicious mood (not at him, I could never be angry at him. I'm angry at the rest of the world, today.) I say back, calmly with a sarcastic tone, "So was your birth."

"I'm ignoring that."

"Good for you." I sigh, almost bored. I'm hoping that anyone who happens to overhear us will think I'm bored of his presence, not the fact that we've rehearsed this.

"We have to talk. Seriously!" He says, with oomph. I turn to face him like we planned. I closed my locker, also planned.

"What, have you finally realized that Carly will never love you?"

He looked really offended; I almost apologized. He was a good actor. (And I was a good emotion-hider, or so I thought.)

"I need to discuss my AP History textbook with you." Freddie raises his eyebrows and stares in that you-know-what-I-mean way.

"No thanks! I didn't "qualify" for that class. And even if I did, I would so check Spark notes or something. Or go ask a nerd who's nerdier than you- which is hard to beat, so maybe that's why you can't find-"

"- You know what I mean!" He yells, seemingly annoyed. We've been over this a thousand times before. He is tired of yelling and he wants this conversation to be done, I can tell.

"Fine, I hid your precious book somewhere in the janitor's closet." I sigh. I long to grab Freddie's hand and run to the janitor's closet, but I restrain myself.

"Show me where it is before I have to go to class."

"Nerd, you have ten minutes before classes start. You probably mean for me to hurry up before Carly comes. That way you can stop worrying about your textbook in time to drool over her!" When I shout like that, I always hope that no one thinks I'm being all defensive of my feelings and that I'm jealous of the attention Freddie gives to Carly. I mean, I used to be a long time ago, in middle school, but now I know all of the Carly-chasing Freddie does is fake. He continues it so everyone else would never suspect me…us…'cause we're together- as in a couple.

"Uncalled for! Just show me where you put my book!"

"Fine, fine." I mutter under my breath. I walk over to the janitor's closet. I take the keys out of my pocket.

"Where'd you get those?" He asks in mock amazement. (But he really was amazed for real when I told him I had "found and borrowed" the keys.)

"I have my ways." I smiled a real smile. That sentence is so overused, but it's totally something I would say in that situation. The real story involves hacking the easily-hacked computer system to find the janitor's cell phone number. Then after several prank calls and some ham later, I got him to leave in a hurry. And wala, the master keys are in my hands!

I find the right key after about 7 wrong tries, but that's good because there are like fifty keys on that ring. I open the door muttering how stupid that AP history class is. Freddie closes the door behind us and turns the light on.

"Well, it's not the park bench, but it'll do." He smiles, looking around at the surprisingly spacious closet.

"Yeah." I agreed and locked the door behind us. "Do you have your book in your backpack though? Because if we come out without it-"

"It's in there- I told you I would have it."

"Yeah I know. It's just that your mind was a little occupied when we were discussing this…"

"You mean occupied on you?"

"Yeah." I laugh and he joins in.

"I hate that we have to do all this to be alone." He says, looking at me with such a concerned gaze. I nod my head and step closer to him.

"We should use this time wisely." I whisper. He brushes a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. I could feel his breath on my face. Then that feeling that I've only ever had around him intensified. It's this energized feeling that I can't really describe, and it causes my heart to race, but it's not a nervous feeling like a plain old crush. I really think I'm in love with him. Which makes it all the more horrible that I have to hide it from everyone else.

We abruptly stopped kissing when someone knocked on the door. In fact, we kinda jumped away from each other in surprise.

"Hello? Sam? Freddie? Are you in there?" Carly's voice rang out from the other side of the door.

"Urgh! It's Carly." I whispered-yelled.

"What do we say?" Freddie whispered back.

"Just say something! Oh, and get your book out of your backpack!" Freddie started unzipping his backpack as quietly as he could.

"Carly?" I yelled.

"Sam? Is that you? Are you and Freddie in there?"

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"I asked some guy nearby who said you two wear fighting as usual and then went in there."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah. Freddie lost his AP History text book…" I looked at Freddie. He caught on and yelled at me.

"I so didn't lose it, Sam! You took it and hid it in here. And it was on the top shelf so it took forever to finally get it!" He ranted. He handed me the textbook and re-zipped his backpack.

"Don't start fighting! Now how did you get locked in?" Carly asked worriedly.

"Um…" I tried to think of something good. "The door's jammed. We shut it because I had to use the door handle to climb up to reach Freddie's stupid book and it locked itself shut."

"Nice." Freddie whispered in my ear. I smiled back.

"Okay, don't panic- I'll go get the janitor!" We could hear Carly's footsteps as she ran off to find the janitor. Freddie started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"The janitor doesn't have his keys!" I was amused, and did smile, but now we couldn't really get out (we couldn't explain if we just walked out of there) unless he had back up keys.

I unlocked the door and looked Freddie hesitantly. He sighed, "We should just say the door unstuck and we got out while no one is around." I didn't want to go- according to my watch, we still had over four whole minutes that we could be together and be ourselves.

I gave him a hug before we opened the door. I savored the togetherness. It was limited, but I took all I could get. I let go of him and opened the door. Carly came running around the corner with the janitor.

"I got the door unstuck." I smiled at her innocently.

"Yeah, with my head!" Freddie frowned, rubbing his head. I giggled. Freddie was always so good coming up with little things like that.

"Well, if you kids don't need me, I've got to go." The janitor, whose name no one can ever remember, left.

The bell rang. I felt like kicking someone. The last thing I wanted to do was go to class. In here everyone was separated into their little cliques and what not. I was a slacker sort of, but since I was best friends with Carly, I ended up hanging with some of those half-brained preppy people. Well, some might have had 2/3 of a brain. I don't know why Carly hangs out with them except for the fact that they are "popular" and have lots of money.

Carly and I are all nice to each other and hang out (and still host iCarly) but I feel that we are kinda separating. Lately, she's been ditching Freddie and me for her new boyfriend- sigh. But enough about that. I hate all of that social stuff. I wish people would get along more. Not like group hugs and Kum Ba Yah with hippies peace'n out, but I wish people just DIDN'T CARE! It shouldn't be weird that Freddie and I are interested in each other.

We were meant for one another. I can see myself with him several years from now. We haven't let anyone see that we've come a long way from "Carly's bickering friends". Of course, sometimes it's kinda like a game- a hiding game. We hide it from the rest of world. Our parents don't even know. Well, it's not like my mom would even care. Heck, sometimes she doesn't even notice when I stay at Carly's and never come home.

I know I've gone off on a rant, but I do that when I feel strongly about something. I'll just keep rambling on, like this.

"Hello? Earth to Sam?" Carly was waving her hand in front of my face. "We've got to go to class!" I snapped out of my train of thought.

"Oh, sorry. I was just imagining the torture of being trapped with Freddie in there." I pointed to the closet and faked a shudder.

"It wouldn't have happened if you wouldn't have taken my book!"

"Shut up!" I snapped. (Not angry with him at all, just fed up that we could hardly have any alone time anymore.) "I assume you'd rather have been trapped with Carly in that closet." I addressed Freddie sarcastically.

He looked at Carly and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm not going to even try to guess what's going through your perverted little mind, Freddie." Carly rolled her eyes, smiled in a joking manner and started heading down the hallway.

"Whoa! What? I wasn't thinking dirty thoughts! I-" He ran off down the hallway to assure Carly.

I was left there smirking to myself. I was so gonna tease him about that later. But seriously, he's a tenth grade guy, what else would Carly expect? But I know he was just acting. We've been over the whole Carly issue before. He used to have a crush on her, but he's over her now. Everything he does is intentional. Even Carly doesn't suspect anything. We're good at hiding how things really are.

It's insane that we have to hide how we really feel. As I go to my ordinary history class and take my seat, I decide I don't need to check into a mental institution. I'm already enrolled it one- it's called school.

A/N: So how was that? I would REALLY, REALLY appreciate any feedback.

With all my purple fuzzleness,

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