Why Hello there Mr. or Miss. I am happy to announce that this is a continuation of VanillaMeBad's iGym Head. I just loved the story so much that I couldn't let it end. So, I will be continuing the story. I strongly recommend that you read the original author's story before you read this one. Otherwise this will make absolutely no sense. Anyway, thank you to VanillaMeBad for allowing me to finish the story. Now… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own iCarly, or the beginning of iGym Head for that matter.

Sam's POV.

I replayed the previous events in my head over and over again until I fell asleep that night. I smirked to myself as I remembered the expression on Freddie's face as I walked out of the bathroom. I giggled to myself as I remembered him calling me "Princess" in the boxing ring. I always had loved that pet-name; ever since that faithful day when we won locker 239. I even blushed to myself when I thought over Freddie calling me "baby" just minutes before. I rubbed the spot in my forehead where he had kissed and wished he was still here. "Soon," I thought to myself, "soon."

That night I had many dreams about Freddie. Some I liked some I didn't. There was one where I approached him to ask him to take me back. I told him how I felt, how I really felt, and he told me to get lost. As I thought about the dream I cringed. The memory seemed so real; like I really had experienced it. The idea of being rejected so harshly made me want to curl up in a tightly packed ball and cry myself back to sleep. I never wanted to have to really go through that amount of trauma. Sure, I had lived through loads of traumatic things in my lifetime, but this would truly be the worst. If I were to be rejected by Fredward I would break into a million tiny pieces and end up dust under everyone's feet. People would walk all over me without a care in the world.

I realized how much I really couldn't handle being rejected by the reject that is Freddie…

But then there was another dream. A wonderful dream. The most fantastic dream that anyone could ever have. I walked up to Freddie and looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and within his eyes I saw myself. I saw myself looking into his big beautiful eyes, with the biggest smile on my face that I had ever seen. In his eyes I saw it too. I saw how he felt about me. I saw them filled with love and warmth, and it was all for me. Then, without saying a single word, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my ear "I love you baby." I blushed at the thought, remembering how I used to feel when he said it to me long ago. I felt the butterflies in my stomach and my toes curled under. It felt amazing. I continued thinking about my dream and I remembered how it felt to have his arms wrapped around me. It seemed so real, I could still feel his warm embrace.

My first dream made me want to run and hide, but my second one made me want to march right up to Fredward Benson and let my feelings gush out. I was so confused now. I knew I still loved him, but I didn't realize I still loved him so much. I certainly didn't realize I missed him so much. I can only hope he feels the same way about me and it isn't all a physical attraction. Him still being very attracted to me is good, but if he doesn't feel the same way I could break.

. . .

I spent the rest of my day walking aimlessly around my house and slowly cleaning up after my mother's sloby habits. I stared at my phone wishing he would call, or even text. But, why would he? We didn't have any plans for today, as far as I knew he was doing the same thing. I highly doubt he was though. He was probably out having fun without a care in the world. Why should he care? He probably thought all of my actions the past few weeks were leading up to some big bang; a big prank that I'd been laying groundwork for. Gawd, I hope he didn't think that.

. . .

Freddie's POV.

I tiptoed out of Sam's house and quietly got into my car. I sighed with relief when I started the engine and drove away. I thought about what I had just done. I mean, kissing Sam? Calling her baby? Was I trying to die? But I'm sure it will be fine. She was sound asleep… right? But this wasn't a time to doubt what happened. I had kissed Sam and called her baby while she was asleep. Even if she was awake she probably wouldn't care though, she would probably just sit there and laugh at me then call me some insulting name. Although, he so called insults are really that hurtful anymore, I think it's cute how she tries to hurt me. Sometimes I think she isn't even trying anymore, she's just putting on an act so no one will suspect what's really going on in that devious little mind of hers.

I drove all the way home thinking about it: about what I had done it, what I was hoping for, and most importantly, if it would help anything if she found out. I got out and slowly walked up stairs, still lost in my own thoughts, I ran into Lewbert in the hallway.

"Watch it!" he shouted at me as I stumbled to recover. His stench seeming to shake me more than the contact with him did.

"Oh, s-sorry," I stammered before I walked off. I wasn't exactly sure what had just happened. I was entirely too caught up in my own thoughts. I was replaying the night in my head, from beginning to end, and I was too the part where Sam walked out of the shower. Damn, she looked good, and man was I sorry she put clothes on.

I stumbled into my bedroom and stripped myself of my clothes, then flopped into bed, still lost in my thoughts. I drifted off to sleep and had a lovely, but dreamless sleep. I had hoped I would dream about what could have happened with Sam the night before. The next morning woke up out of a sound sleep by my mother. She was waving turkey bacon in my face and saying something about how it was time for mother-son yoga. I rolled away from her but she was persistent still. I eventually got up and we left for yoga. Boy was I wishing I had just slept over at Sam's, no matter how awkward it might have been when we got up, it would've beat mother-son yoga.

The class took entirely too long to end. Five hours. That's how long it took. I desperately wanted to text Sam to scope out whether or not she knew about what I had done the night before, but every time I went to pull my phone out my mother would scream in my ear. It was always something about how it was the only bonding-time we would get to have all week because she was leaving to visit her sister in a few days. I sighed every time and admitted defeat, although the thought of her being gone for a while sure seemed good to me.

After my mother insisted we went to dinner at "All Healthy, All The Time" I was finally free to do what I wanted to do all day. Text Sam. So I did, but I didn't want to outright ask her anything. So I sent her a simple message "Hey," was all I said. I waited eagerly for her reply, and after twenty excruciatingly long minutes she did. "Hey. *wink*," she went back nothing less, nothing more.

What did she mean by "*wink*?",,,

Well… that seems to be the end of the story for now. Make sure to review to tell me how I did! Thanks. :]

~Saxie.