A/N Hey guys this is my first fanfic and it's totally Seddie :) I've been thinking of making one for a little and have finally gotten around to it. Please review! I'd like to update, but I don't want to continue if you guys don't like it! Well here it is. Enjoy!

I so own iCarly. Just kidding! Don't sue me Dan!

Freddie's POV

I'm standing in my room trying to pick out a shirt for my date with Carly. We just got back together about a week ago and I've never been happier. I guess. No, I absolutely have never been happier...*sigh* the words just...don't seem true.

"No.." I shake the thoughts out of my head and continue preparing for my date. I look at the clock and discover that it's almost 7.

"Oh man I'd better go," I say to myself and grab a shirt and quickly put it on as I make my way to the door.

After I'm all dressed and ready to go, I knock on Carly's door and she answers a few seconds later.

"Hey Freddie! You look great," she says with a smile.

"Thanks Carly," I say, matching her smile. "You ready?"

"Ya just let me grab my purse."

"K."

At this point I notice Sam's passed out on the couch. I chuckle to myself at this.

Ah typical Sam, I think to myself, watching her in her deep slumber, silently observing the beautiful blonde curls cascading over her soft-

No, stop it. You're dating Carly. I shake my head, pushing the thoughts of Sam out of my head.

Oh stop kidding yourself. You don't love her. A voice in my head says.

Yes..I do! I...love her.

Oh stop trying.

Stop trying what?

Trying to argue with your heart.

"K, Freddie let's go!" Carly snapped me out of my mental argument.

"Oh..um ok!" I say, walking with her out the door, trying to make sense of what had just happened in my mind.

Later that evening at the Cheesecake Warehouse...

"I still can't get enough of the size of these cheesecakes!" Carly says, giggling.

"Haha me neither," I say, smiling, but my mind is elsewhere and Carly could tell.

"Freddie? Are you ok? You seem a little distant." She says, looking at me with a concerned look.

"Huh? Oh..ya I'm fine." But she still looked concerned. "Really! I'm fine."

"Ok..."

But I didn't hear her. I was too busy thinking about what the voice in my head said earlier.

"You don't love her." "Trying to argue with your heart."

There's no way that was my heart talking...right? I'm so confused...

Sam's POV

I stirred from the sound of the door closing in Carly's apartment. I yawn and glance at the clock. It reads 7:06. Carly and Fredward must be on their way to their date. Carly and Fredward. On a date. I can taste bile just thinking about it. A wave of sadness with a hint of jealousy came over me. But I quickly get over it. I don't know why I feel like that. I suppose it's just because they've always seemed like..like brother and sister I guess. Oh whatever. I mean, what do I care what the nub does with his life? I've never cared before. Why start now?

*rumble* Oh? My stomach's growling.

I get up to raid the Shay's fridge. Hopefully they have some ham. Mmmm...

After looking around, all I find is some leftover pizza. Still good. I heartily take some bites of the cold pepperoni pizza. Mmm it feels good to have some food in my stomach.

"Oh my gosh!" Spencer screamed as he stumbled down the stairs.

"Whoa whoa what's going on Spence?" I say with a chuckle.

"I built an automatic pillow fluffer, and I kinda gave it too much juice and it's squeezing everything!" Spencer said, frantically running around trying to think of a solution.

"Wow, Spencer." I say and start laughing.

"Ha. Ha. Ya hilarious." He said, unable to resist grinning.

I grin back at him, letting out one final chuckle.

"Oh, hey did Carly and Freddie leave for their date?" Spencer asked, pulling out his toolbox.

"Uh, ya I think so." I say, once again feeling a wave of sadness and jealousy. This time it doesn't go away so quickly. Ugh, what is up with me? I shouldn't be feeling like this. Especially not over that...nub. That nub who...who's so..cute...and has those deep thoughtful brown eyes... No! No no no! I...I can't. *sigh* ...I've had feelings like this for a while now...but I decided to just wait it out and let the feeling fade...hasn't been working out. I just need to face it...I like Fredward Benson...

"...and that's when my new goldfish Dippy died." Spencer was sprawled out on the couch apparently telling me something I wasn't paying attention to.

"Oh, ya that stinks...man." I say, pulled out of my thoughts.

"Ya...I loved that little guy..." Spencer started tearing up and I couldn't help smiling and, at least for the moment, forgetting about Fredward and my feelings for him...

So how was that? It's not that long but hey it's my first fic gimme a break! :P Well R&R and I'll try to update soon (if you guys like it)