Author's Note: Wow. My first iCarly story was a failure. I still don't get why they aired those two episodes in the wrong order. But anyway, I'm writing another. I don't know if I'll keep writing stories about this show. But I kind of like a change. You know what I mean? This one will have an actual plot. Let's see how this goes…

Disclaimer: I think I forgot put this on my last one, but I don't own iCarly. Wow. Never thought I'd ever have to type that. But I don't. If I did, T-Bo would sell lollipops on a stick. :D

iLove a Lot of Things

I love a lot of things. I love to eat unexpired Persian chocolates. I love tying people up with extension cords while drinking fat shakes. I love receiving bacon in the mail every month. I love watching men in bikinis fight with dog food in an inflatable pool. I love the convenience of charring a knockwurst on my locker door. I love beating up truck drivers with cartons of milk. And of course, ham. But the nerdy, aggravating, and feeble Freddie Benson? No way.

So then why am I here right now, outside of his apartment in the middle of the night, contemplating whether or not I should knock on the door? Last year, I wouldn't have understood why I went here in the first place and would have gone back home, or at least to Carly's.

But now, I have a reason for being here. And no matter how much I can deny it out loud, inside I know it's true. I'm not sure if my brain has gone haywire or if I hit my head a little too hard after jumping off the couch the other day, but my mind has changed. And those facts that I thought I knew about myself may be different.

I used to hate Freddie Benson. But now, I'm not so sure. Which is why I am here. To figure it out. But still, I am afraid to knock on the door.

I stood there for a few minutes, just staring at the light wood that blocked me from finding the truth. The truth about myself. My feelings. And the worst part is, I wouldn't even need to knock if I wanted to open it. I could pick the lock. Heck, I could even kick it down. That probably wouldn't be the most popular decision to Freddie's mother, but it could be done. Pretty easily, too. But even though I knew all of that, I didn't do anything. I just kept standing there.

Why was I so afraid? I'm Sam Puckett. I've beaten up heavyweight lifters and one or two of my mother's personal trainers. I know professional wrestlers and gang thugs who would cower at the sight of me. They wouldn't be scared of this door. Yet, I was terrified.

What is wrong with me? I could beat up both Freddie and his mother if I wanted to. They were no match for me. But I guess it isn't physical pain that I was worried about. My strength could protect me from anything. Anything but this. The words he said could leave a sting that would never go away. They could break the only muscle that couldn't fight back. The part of me that I secretly cared about most. The organ that I needed to live. My heart.

I was confused. I've never felt like this before. I didn't know what it's like to be in love. Wait a minute…I didn't know I was in love yet. This feeling could be anything. Oh, who am I kidding? I have to face it.

I love a lot of things. Including Freddie Benson.

And as if on cue, my arm reached for the door and I knocked.

It's time to find out if he feels the same way I do.

Author's Note: That was short. I might continue this. Like, Freddie would answer the door and they would talk. Would anyone want to read that? Review if you'd be interested at all. I'm still new to writing about this show. The second part will have dialogue and less thought, if that matters to you. I'm still unsure if this should be before or after iOMG. If you want, tell me in a review if you would like it better before or after that episode. So anyway, bye! :D