A/N: WOW! I haven't written anything in SO long. So, I'm a bit rusty so please don't be harsh (lol). Okay, so just so you know, the song in this story is "So Close" by Jennette McCurdy (yes, the same Jennette McCurdy that plays Sam on iCarly). I heard this song a while ago (she has an AMAZING voice by the way) and I immediately thought "Seddie." And sorry, it's a bit short for now, but I promise it'll be longer later on! So here you go! Hope you enjoy.

Bold: Lyrics/Song

Italics: Thoughts or notes-to-self

Disclamer: If I owned iCarly then Freddie would stop chasing Carly and see that Sam is perfect for him! And has that happened yet? NO. So what have we learned?

-Fredward's POV-

I was sitting in 2nd period Honors History (Carly had the class first period) trying to focus on the lesson our fast talking teacher was giving us (that guy REALLY needs to slow down on the talking highway), but there was just one thing keeping me from doing so. And that one thing was Samantha Puckett (or Sam, call her Samantha and you'll get a wedgie so bad you'll need doctor's help to remove it. Trust me, I KNOW.)

Yes, the Sam Puckett was in Honors History class. HONORS HISTORY. The same Sam that declared not too many days ago that she doesn't give a flying rat monkey about school and would rather spend her days sleeping, watching cartoons, and pigging of ham (excuse the pun) than putting even the slightest effort into getting a decent grade. So, since when was this girl in an honors class? Since when was she in any sort of advanced class? The last time I checked, she had straight D's (and one D+) on her report card, and was proud of it.

She caught me staring at her, probably with a ridiculous expression on my face, rolled her eyes, and went back to writing in her beat up red notebook. Wait, was she taking notes? No, it's not possible. She was probably just doodling or creating some evil mastermind plan to give some nub (or me) a Texas Wedgie.

Well, actually, now that I think of it, Sam's probably secretly a complete genius. She probably just pretends to get bad grades to go along with her tough girl image. That would explain all the elaborate plans she always comes up with. But then again, I could just be over-analyzing things like usual.

"SAM!" I whispered/yelled.

"Shut it Frediferd." Sam rudely answered back, not even bothering to look at me.

Figures.

BRRRIIIINNNNNGGGG!

Oh great! That was the bell! I looked down at my blank sheet of paper. I hadn't taken a single note since Sam walked into the class room right after I did. I sighed; I'll just copy Shane's notes or something, or ask Carly. I looked around me; most people have already filed out of the room, heading over to the quad or something for brunch. I gathered my things, stuffing my neatly organized binder into my new backpack (Sam had, again, dumped her breakfast in my old one last week) and exited the classroom.

Well, I was going to leave until I spotted Sam's beat up old red notebook on the floor next to the desk she was sitting in. Hmm, should I or shouldn't I? 'Sam has looked through your personal belongings plenty of times, so it's only fair.' I reasoned with myself. I looked around me once again, making sure Sam was nowhere in sight (I didn't want to get a beating for trying to take a peek at her notebook), then knelt to the ground and swiftly picked up the red notebook and headed out of the classroom.

I flipped through Sam's notebook as I casually made my way down towards my locker. I wouldn't have to worry about Sam or Carly finding me with the notebook, they're usually down in the cafeteria feeding Sam's bottomless pit of a stomach. I skimmed through the chicken scratch that Sam's deems "handwriting" and look at the various doodles in the corners of the pages. Well, I wouldn't exactly call them doodles; they were elaborately drawn and very detailed. There was one of a rabbit sleeping and dreaming of Fat Cakes and another of a cartoonish looking Gibby getting a ride on the infamous Wedgie Bounce. 'Sam must have a lot of free time not paying attention in class.' I thought as I gave a slight chuckle. I guess hanging around Spencer all these years has really rubbed off on her. I wouldn't say this to her face, but she is an amazing artist. I skipped through a few more pages, they were mostly just doodles and random notes to herself. One that caught my eye was "Give the nub a punch in the stomach for giving me that stupid look in History today." I gulped, better watch out for that.

I was almost near the end of the notebook when something caught my eye. It was different from all the others and it was actually written neatly and didn't have any doodles or "Notes to Self" anywhere in sight. I looked around once more, making sure Sam was nowhere within sight, and started to read.

Just keep tuggin', pushin', pullin' on my little heartstrings
Got me all tied up in knots
Anytime I see your face
Oh it brings out
It brings out the girl in me.

Wait, was this a song? Moreover, was this a LOVE SONG?

Has Sam written a love song? Was this really the work of Samantha Anne Puckett? No, it couldn't be. This is way too girly for Sam, the girl that didn't have a single romantic bone in her body. I'd expect something like this from Carly, but Sam? That's it; this song must be the work of Carly. She probably had a moment of inspiration and borrowed Sam's notebook so that she wouldn't lose it. Yeah, that explains it. This is Carly's song, not Sam's.

'But this isn't Carly's handwriting.' An annoying voice at the back of my head said. Go away stupid annoying voice!

Maybe it was Melanie's! Yes, it HAD to be Melanie's song. There's no other possibility. The neat, slightly Sam-ish handwriting had to be Melanie's. They are twins after all; it's only common knowledge that their handwriting styles would be similar. I nodded to myself, satisfied with the conclusion that I've come to. But that stupid, annoying, nagging voice at the back of my head kept telling me otherwise. It kept telling me that this song was, indeed, Sam's.

But this song is NOT the work of Sam! It can't be! If it were then that would mean that Sam would have to be in love with a guy. And I don't want Sam to be in love with any guy other than me!

Wait, WHAT?!

A/N: Has Fredward realized his feelings?! Let's hope. Oh wait, why am I saying this? I control the story! Oh the power. Oh and don't worry, I'll add some dialogue to go with it in later chapters. Again, sorry for the shortness, I'll try to work on that! Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! And hit that little green button right below this little rant!

BTW: If you haven't heard Jennette's songs "So Close" and "Homeless Heart" I recommended that you do! Because her voice is so amazing you can't ignore it!