Hi! Had this idea. Wanted to write it. Sam's probably my favorite character, because I enjoy meat, sarcasm, and abuse of little nerdlings. Of course, I'm a nerdling myself... but I guess every writer on this site's got a little nerd in 'em, yeah?

Disclaimer: Don't own. Though I am working on becoming a screenplay writer. So even if it isn't iCarly I work on, I could work with DanWarp one day!

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i'M In A Love Triangle

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So he's siting there, on the fire escape. Usually at this time of the day, he's with Carly and Sam. If this week had been anything like any other week, any other week than last week, that would probably be where he would be.

Freddie relaxed in his chair, leaning back as sighed.

Two weeks ago, he was running around the Shay apartment, trying to avoiding revealing his, no, their, secret to an angry Carly. A week after that, He was dancing with the girl he'd had feelings for since... good gravy, it had been like forever to him. That was Friday.

The Saturday right after was the ultimate calm before the storm. The iCarly Awards were almost peaceful, so, when Sunday hit, when she kissed him, when they both kissed him....

Last time Carly and Sam fought, he had sorted it out, fixed it... He'd done it for both of them, because Missy wasn't Sam, and knew that Sam was better for Carly. And when Sam had come to him, not to Carly, Spencer, Wendy, but to him...

He'd grown fond of both girls. Carly and Sam were everything to him. He had been there for Carly, doing whatever she asked. It used to be because of his massive stalker-crush. As he matured, so did his attitude. He'd stopped annoying her, became her friend, and found himself all the more happier for it. But he knew something was still there the whole time, because anytime Carly came close to him, or gave him a compliment, he still felt his heart beating faster than his mom running through a garbage dump.

And Sam... he hated Sam. He loved Sam. Hate, love, hate, love, hate, love... it was always a cycle with the two of them. It was a game of tag that he had never played with anyone before. Once he learned the rules, they grew as friends. The pranks became... well, they were always vicious, but oftentimes, he found himself laughing at them later. Okay, chuckling was more of an appropriate response. And when the two of them put their minds together, Freddie's genius and Sam's cunning, they got whatever needed to be done, done. No matter the cost. And ever sense the event-that-must-not-be-named, Freddie found himself staring at Sam more and more, and smiling every time they got into an argument.

They were both pretty, he thought, as memories of the last month went through his mind. Carly had a cuter personality, was smart, charming, and funny. She was much more... maidenly than the fierce blonde. Sam was rude, loud, and aggressive, but Freddie also knew her other side. The Sam he knew that was underneath the Sam others knew was a bit insecure about herself. Freddie wasn't dumb. Jonah was... dare he say it, an arse. And seeing all those guys lined up for Carly when apparently she couldn't even get Gibby probably hurt her a lot.

Freddie had debated asking her, just so they can go and watch people dance around like idiots together, as friends. Yeah, he knew it was a Girl's Choice, but he knew Sam, and Sam didn't ask guys out. Now, she'd do whatever she could to get them to ask her out, but she wouldn't do it herself.

But, when he saw how adamant Sam was about not wanting to go, he dropped the train of thought.

"I should have asked her anyway, but then... I wouldn't have danced with Carly..." Fredward muttered to himself.

Everything was so confusing. Well, not completely confusing. He knew the problem. He liked both of his best friends. Seeing them both dressed up in their outfit for the Awards had taken his breath away.

Carly, in her red dress, looking sweet and innocent, but beautiful... she looked amazing and she knew it, but stayed levelheaded the whole time.

Sam, in that blue dress... he'd never really noticed before, but she had really nice curves. And the fishnet had him nearly drooling into the camera. But she wasn't showing off. He could see a bit of uncertainty in her eyes about the getup. It made her look girly, in her opinion, and therefore weak. And something about the way she carried herself made him think that she was faking being happy. But God, she had never been so attractive to Freddie before.

Both of them had kissed him. That Sunday felt like another time ago. And he had no idea what he was going to do. He knew he liked both of them, equally. And he was pretty sure that the fact that they had kissed him meant that they had liked him.

He had kinda zoned out, not really paying attention to anything but his own thoughts. He couldn't believe the irony of the situation, nor how much it sounded like a bad teen soap opera or what not. It was how it was happening, though. Freddie sighed in frustration, but drew back in his breath sharply.

His PearPod Feel was on, and it was playing a song.

"Running Away... that's funny. If Sam knew what was going on in my mind right now, she'd laugh. Then, break my arm for even thinking about it."

Realizing he wasn't talking to anyone but to himself, he laughed bitterly, and just listened to the song, and felt the phantom tingle on his lips where Sam's had been a few months ago. He sat back, and sighed again. The next song just proved that the higher power was messing with him, because the opening piano sounds of Meant for Me started playing.

The tingle in his lips were joined by the feel of Carly's body in his arms, the feeling of her soft head on his shoulders.

Freddie Benson growled, and his frustration was growing. Not because he wasn't enjoying reliving the happiest moments of his life, but because he was so lost.

He mused that most guys would like this position. Carly and Sam were popular, smart, funny, pretty, and probably the best two girls in Seattle. He knew guys had envied him before, when they weren't trying to use him to get to either girl.

Sabotaging the speed dating wasn't the first time he had managed to screw up a chance for Carly- or Sam, for that matter- to get a nice guy. It was petty of him, but in a way, he felt like they were his. Not to sound macho or anything. He just looked out for the two girls, and didn't want them to get hurt.

And now?

Now, he was stuck. Because he knew for a fact that someone was going to get hurt in the long run.