There are lots of things Freddie would never understand. There is one thing that always bothered him though. Why did Sam hate him? Constantly she would insult him, assault him, ruin his day, and more. He never really knew why though. Every time she threw a mean comment at him, Freddie would always wondered why she hated him.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and sixteen year old Carly, Sam, and Freddie were in the iCarly studio watching videos and drinking smoothies. Right now was playing a kid who was standing on his head for the past seven minutes. Carly watched in amazement, Freddie looked confused, and Sam looked bored.

"This is really boring. I give it a three" Sam said.

"I give it an eight" Carly said.

"Five" Freddie said. He then went to the comment section. "Hey look, liveNlaugh212 is asking about our first kiss." Freddie smiled remembering his. Sam just looked onto the floor miserably.

"Well I can't answer that, I haven't even gotten my first kiss" Carly said, embarrassed. She looked at Freddie and Sam. "How about you guys?"

"I'm not talking about my first kiss. It's too much of an invasion of privacy." Sam said.

"Coming from the girl who read my journal" Freddie said angrily. Sam smirked at him.

"I didn't know that it was your diary" Sam said innocently.

"It's a journal!"

"Okay guys. Calm down. How about you Freddie, what was your first kiss like?" Carly asked. Sam scoffed.

"Please, his first kiss was just a peck on the nose by you" Sam said.

"Actually…it wasn't" Freddie said. Carly and Sam's attention were on Freddie immediately. Carly was really eager to know how his first kiss really happened. Carly faced Freddie and smiled giddily.

"Oh! Spill!" she said. Sam rolled her eyes. Freddie shrugged.

"I don't know. It's kind of personal." Freddie said.

"One question though, what girl would want to kiss you?" Sam asked. Freddie just glared at her, not knowing a better comeback.

"Sam, let Freddie talk" Carly pleaded. Sam sighed.

"Whatever."

"Thank you Carly" Freddie smiled at her. Then he began his story…

Eight years ago in Los Angeles, California lived an eight year old Freddie Benson. He was sitting on the steps of his house, not wanting to listen to his parents yell at each other. They were getting a divorce pretty soon, they haven't announced it but Freddie had a hunch.

He sighed and looked into the morning sky. Freddie was completely bored beyond compare. He decided to get up and walk. At least he would be doing something. Freddie walked towards the park. He always loved the park, especially going with his dad. They would always play catch or run around, unlike his mom who fears that he's going to get hurt severely.

Freddie sat down on a bench. Once again he was doing nothing. The swings were taken up, the jungle gym was full, the sandbox was crowded, and everything else was occupied by someone. Freddie sighed and laid down on the bench. He stared into the clouds up at the sky, then his vision was overtaken by a little blonde girl looking at him confused.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Freddie shrugged.

"Nothing" he said.

"Nothing? You're in the park, you should be doing something."

"Well, there's nothing to do." The girl pulled Freddie up.

"Come on, play with me!"

"I don't play with girls." The girl folded her arms. Freddie sighed again. "Fine, I guess I could. I mean, there is nothing else to do."

"Great, come on!" The girl started running full speed towards the grass areas.

"Wait up!" Freddie yelled. He followed behind her. The girl stopped once she was at the center. Freddie couldn't stop and he collided with her. He ended up being on top of her with their noses touching.

"You're heavy! Get off!" the girl pleaded. She was squirming around like crazy. Freddie immediately got off her and helped her up.

"Sorry, uh, what is your name?"

"O, I'm Sammy." Freddie nodded.

"I'm Freddie Benson."

Then out of no where, Sammy pushed him. "You're it!" Then she started running again. Freddie laughed and started chasing her. It took him a while to tag Sammy, she was pretty fast. Then they were playing tag for hours, and didn't get tired of it. By afternoon, Sammy and Freddie were laying on the grass panting for air.

Then a huge shadow cast upon them. Sammy and Freddie looked up. An eleven year old boy called D had his arms folded and his allies behind him were glaring at Freddie and Sammy. D was also known as the neighborhood bully. Any kid who stood up to him, ended up hurt, really hurt. They got up and stared at D.

"You're in my spot. Now move you little brats!" D yelled. Sammy was about to leave, but Freddie stayed.

"This isn't your spot. It's anyone's spot. You don't own it!" Freddie yelled. Sammy grabbed Freddie's arm.

"Come on Freddie." Sammy pleaded. D smirked.

"Listen to your girlfriend." he said.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Freddie yelled. He weakly pushed D. D and his gang laughed.

"Look guys, he's trying to beat me up!" D laughed.

"I can beat you up anytime I want to!" D then pushed Freddie really hard onto the floor. Freddie landed roughly and scrapped his knee. He yelped and was on the verge of tears. Sammy frowned.

"Hey! You can't do that!" she yelled at D.

"O really?!" D asked.

"Yeah!" Sam instantly kicked D in his 'special spot.'

"Ah!" D yelled. "I'm going to get you brats!" Sammy and Freddie started running as fast as they could. They stopped once D was out of sight. Freddie and Sammy sat on the floor and panted.

"You were really brave out there, and here I was thinking that you were a scaredy cat" Freddie smirked. Sammy grinned and folded her arms bravely.

"Well from now on, I'm never going to be afraid ever again" she said proudly. Freddie laughed.

"Freddie! Freddie!" a voice called. They turned their heads to see Mrs. Benson rushing towards them.

"Who's that?" Sammy asked.

"My mom" Freddie said. Mrs. Benson finally reached them.

"Fredward Benson! You had me worried sick! I told you to never run off like that!" Mrs. Benson grabbed Freddie's arm and started dragging him.

"I'll meet you at the park tomorrow!" Freddie called back to Sammy.

"Okay! Bye!" Sammy called back. They smiled at each other until they couldn't see each other anymore.