Confession

Sam was going to do it. She was going to confess her love to Freddie and face the consequences, no matter what. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

AN: This occurs before iSaved Your life

"Sam, you have to tell him!"

"No!"

"Sam!"

Sam was pacing back and forth across the iCarly studio. She had just told Carly Shay that she, Samantha Puckett, had a huge crush on Fredward Benson since the end of sixth grade. Her pent-up feelings had just been building and building. And after she and Freddie shared their first kiss, and Carly found out, and Sam saw her and Freddie dancing really slow at the Groovy Smoothie the other night, Sam was ready to snap. When Carly asked her half-an-hour ago why she was acting so weird lately, Sam tried desperately to play it cool. Carly then reminded her how they agreed not to keep secrets from each other, and everything came flooding out.

"I can't tell him Carly, he probably hates me!" Sam grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked it right off her scalp. She always pulled her hair when she was distressed.

"He doesn't hate you Sam," Carly soothed.

"Yes he does! I made his life miserable for the past four years. Why would he like me?" Sam viciously ripped out another clump of hair.

"Stop that!" Sam threw her hands up in the air.

"Okay!" Her eyes moved around the room for a bit. "So can I pull yours?"

"No!" Carly took a hold of Sam's shoulders and guided her over to the beanbag chairs. The two sat down in an exaggerated motion of exhaustion.

"I don't think Freddie hates you Sam," Carly said.

"You're just saying that." Sam was quiet for a bit. "I saw you two, at the Groovy Smoothie on the night after the dance." Carly's eyebrows rose. She hadn't been expecting this.

"Oh," she said. Sam kept eye-contact with Carly.

"Even if he doesn't 'hate' me, that still doesn't change the fact that he's in love with you." Carly shifted her focus away from her friend. She was visibly thinking.

"Maybe not." Sam thought she was hearing things.

"Huh?" Carly was still thinking, her gaze far away.

"I'm just saying that maybe he doesn't like me as much as he used to." Carly frowned. "After the dance, he seemed…funny."

"Funny?" The brunette shook her head.

"Yeah. I mean, when he asked if I wanted to dance, he seemed like normal Freddie. And I danced with him because the atmosphere seemed right and I didn't have any good reason to say no. But after we stopped, he got really strange. He hardly looked at me when we walked back home, and he seemed kind of distant. It was like he was conflicted about something."

Sam fidgeted in her seat. "Well, it's the first time you didn't reject him." Sam gestured with her hand. "Maybe he didn't know what to feel." The blonde let her hand fall by her side with a light thud. It had felt sort of good at first to get everything off of her chest, but now she just felt sad.

"No. He would have been nervous if that had happened. Freddie wasn't nervous Sam."

"Well–"

"–He was thinking about someone else."

"But–"

"–Come on Sam, you're the only one he's ever kissed. Who else could he have been thinking about?"

Sam sat quietly in her seat, gazing at the floor. She wanted to believe Carly, but she was afraid. She was afraid that if she did, and Carly was wrong, she might never get over the hurt. On her beanbag, Carly regarded her best friend with sympathy. Few people knew how vulnerable Sam Puckett really was. Letting out a sigh, Carly rose to her feet.

"Get up. You're going over to Freddie's apartment right now and you're going to tell him how you feel."

Sam's eyes widened in terror. "What – no! I can't go over right now…I…" Sam struggled to think of an excuse. She looked at her watch. "It's ten o'clock. He's probably watching the news. Oh well, guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow." Sam made to leave, but was blocked off by Carly.

"Freddie doesn't watch the ten o'clock news Sam, you know that. Now go on." Carly grabbed Sam and turned her around, so she was facing the exit to the studio. "We promised there would be no secrets between us. I really think Freddie might like you too, so now's your chance. Go."

"And if I refuse?" Carly shrugged. She released Sam and dug out her Pear Phone.

"Are we ordering out?" Sam said excitedly. Carly shot Sam a deadly look.

"Hello?"

"Hey Freddie. Listen, Sam's standing butt-naked in the iCarly studio, and she's feeling really lonely. Do you think you can come talk to her?" Carly terminated the call and gave a jaw-dropped Sam her cutest smile.

"Later." Carly whizzed out the door and was gone. A second later, Freddie burst through the door, wearing a suit and carrying a box of chocolates. He skidded to a stop a few feet in front of Sam. His gaze went up and down her figure, and then he blushed.

"Hey," Freddie rubbed his neck and chuckled. "Carly…told me you were lonely." Freddie immediately scarfed down the entire box of chocolates and ripped off his suit, revealing normal clothes underneath. Sam could do little else but stare at him. A long and awkward silence ensued.

"So," Freddie said, rubbing his neck again. "Feeling better now?" Sam sighed. Carly was right; she had to do this, now or never.

"Look Freddie, I…" Sam paused. She needed to collect herself. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Sam's vision glazed over. She appeared very similar to the time before they kissed.

"You know how you once said, that when a girl constantly rips on a guy, it just means she has a crush on him."

"Yeah, why?" Freddie furrowed his eyebrows and smiled at the same time. Sam gazed at the floor. She threw her arms out to her sides and let them hit her legs before responding. Here goes nothing.

"You were right." Sam kept her head so Freddie couldn't see her face. She had a sudden urge to cry and was trying to fight it off.

"I see." A bad feeling filled Sam's stomach. That wasn't something someone said when they liked you back. Trying to maintain her composure, she looked up at Freddie.

"Look, I know you like Carly, but I…just wanted to tell you so…you know…you knew." Sam turned around with every intention of walking out of the studio.

"I don't like Carly anymore." Sam whipped back around.

"Huh?"

"I said I don't like Carly anymore."

"But…" Sam's face fell. "I see. But you don't like me, do you?"

"No, actually I like you a lot." A warm feeling welled up inside Sam. She couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected good news. "Unfortunately, we can't be together." Sam's warm feeling evaporated. It was another girl. It was another girl and she hadn't even seen it coming. Keeping a straight face became harder with every passing second. Mustering up the strength, Sam said:

"Wh-why?" Freddie's composure did not waver in the slightest.

"'Cause I'm an alien." Any emotion Sam felt promptly went out the window.

"WHAT?"

Freddie shrugged. "I'm an alien." Sam couldn't keep her mouth from hanging open. Of all the lousy excuses…

"YOU'RE AN ALIEN?" she screamed. Freddie blinked at her. In contrast to Sam, he was perfectly calm.

"Yes." Sam marched over to the beanbag she had sat on earlier and hurled it at Freddie. Freddie rolled his eyes and pulled out his laser blaster. Sam watched in astonishment as the beanbag exploded into smithereens, sending tiny plastic beans pelting in every direction.

"Look, I'm sorry you had to find out about it this way, but I couldn't tell you or Carly."

"What is going on here Freddie?" Sam was very, very scared right now.

"Oh, my name's not Freddie. It's Medveeva Cupooshniac."

"Medveeva what?" Sam sprinted over to the window and was about to fling herself out, when she saw that her way was blocked.

"Hey, my ride's here." In front of Sam, hovering outside the window was a large, silver flying saucer. A small hole formed in the bottom of the aircraft, which became filled with a green ethereal light. Sam said nothing as Freddie gently pushed his way past her.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye Sam. I need to go rule my home planet now. I've been traveling to different systems to learn more about life, so that I could become a better leader, but I think I've learned enough for the time being." With that, the beam of green light extended to the window, and Freddie (or rather Medveeva) was gone. Sam watched as the flying saucer rose higher and higher into the sky, until it disappeared. She stood there by the window for a very long time. Slowly, she walked away.

This was the last time she'd ever tell a boy she liked him.

Disclaimer - I do not own iCarly, it characters, nor any other shows, characters, music, and/or movies that may be referenced.

AN: I wrote this one before iSaved Your Life, so that's why no mention is made of Carly and Freddie's brief relationship. 'Worst Case Scenario' will be collection of different stories, where some of our characters will wind up in rather unfortunate predicaments. These stories will stretch reality a bit, but I like this kind of thing and I hope you do too. My main inspiration is the anime rendition of 'School Rumble,' which I highly recommend. I'll try and update when I can.