Summary: Sam plays Truth or Dare and faces the consequences. But will Freddie face them too? Seddie.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, the band Paramore, or the band Switchfoot. Too bad :(

The first thing I heard was Enough To Let Me Go by Switchfoot blasting on my radio. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, then looked at the bright screen of the radio. 7:10am. About to turn over and go back to sleep, my eyes widened. Today was the day. The day I was supposed to tell him I liked him. I grumbled into my pillow. Stupid dare. Why'd Carly make me play Truth or Dare with her and Wendy? I don't even like Truth or Dare. 'I should just ditch school today. Yeah, avoid him in general! I mean, the dance is the only place I can get him alone right? So, if I don't go to the dance, I won't have to tell him.' I thought, smiling to myself.

After five minutes of sleep, my phone rang with the lyrics of Paramore.

"Who dares to wake a Puckett?" I mumbled into the cell phone.

"Maybe her best friend Carly?" Damn it. Carly would get super pissed at me if I ditched. Ah, what did I care? "Did you forget what your doing today?"

"I'm ditching."

"Oh, no you're not. I'm picking you up in ten. You better be dressed and ready to confess." Carly hung up. No way getting out of this now. I rolled onto the floor in my bedcovers and looked up at the ceiling. 'Why does Carly have to meddle into everything? I mean, I was totally fine with the torture of him loving her and me hiding my feelings! Was that so hard to understand?' I sighed, climbed out of my cocoon, walked over to my dresser, and changed into some random t-shirt and jeans. Better to be myself when I confess, rather than look like some girl out of one of those stupid teen movies. You know, those ones when the girl takes off her glasses, puts on some slut-tasic outfit, and suddenly becomes super hot? Hate those movies.

"Bye mom," I yelled to my hungover mother as I ran out to Spencer's car.

"Hi Sam," Carly and Spencer chorused as I settled in the backseat.

"Soo..." Spencer raised his eyebrows, "you're telling Freddie you like him today?" My cue to glare at Carly.

"You told him?" Carly shrugged.

"I didn't think it mattered,"

"Who else did you tell? Freddie?" I yelled.

"No, you're supposed to tell him, not me!" Carly said innocently. I sighed then closed my eyes. I was not looking forward to this.

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