Spencer knew it all along:

The first time I noticed something funky between Sam and Freddie was the day they kissed. When the two came back to the apartment, they were both red-faced and stole glances at each other every chance they got. I knew they shared the one thing they just blew up about out.

I thought it was a bit much when Carly flipped out about them hiding their kiss. I don't blame them. Freddie seemed to have finally moved on from her, and didn't want to taint that. But every time he seemed to drift away from her just a bit, she reeled him back in with false hope and floppy passion. I love my sis, but she likes to have everything she can't. Including my dignity. She keeps trying to take it. Anyway, at that point, both Sam and Freddie were into too deep.

When Carly told me Sam was the one to make a move on Freddie, I acted surprise. Was I? NO. Finally, Sam came to her senses and saw the great thing her and Freddie shared. A crazy and complicated friendship blossomed into a somewhat... mutual understanding of attraction. Then, the kiss on iCarly, I knew I was right. They were in love. A cute puppy love. AWWW.

Well, I though so anyway. Cute, little innocent love. I was wrong.

Carly and I had just gotten back from the Groovy Smoothie. Sam and Freddie stayed behind to work on "tech stuff." RIGHT. I was helping out with the web show that night, so I headed up with her, Blueberry Blitz in tow.

That's when I saw one of the few things in my life that I would have wished to have never seen.

Freddie mid-thrust on my own damn beanbag.

Sam screamed, and Freddie did the same. They scrambled for clothes, and I covered my eyes. Carly ran out of the room, screaming,

"Can't unsee the seen! Can't unsee the seen!"

I said, "Use protection, kids."

With that, I left.

No matter what, I was right. Bitches.