This is a fanmade continuation of the Seddie episode "iOMG" I thought the episode ended a tad bit abruptly. (Though wonderfully.) And wanted to delve into it a little more here. Enjoy!

All Freddie could do was gape and stare like a suffocating trout. If this was some sort of messed up dream, he prayed he would wake up already to put a stop to this weirdness.

They had been sitting there for an untold amount of time. Sam wasn't saying anything. Niether was he, since he think his ability to speak had been somewhat obliterated.

Finally, he breathed. "OMG..." In his awkward, bewildered state of mind, that was the only thing he'd been capable of uttering.

"Nice title dropping there dude." Sam complemented, patting him on the back.

Freddie turned on her, eyes wide. "Sam..."

Sam's lighthearted look faded, and seriousness entered her eyes once more.

Freddie took a deep breath, and uttered his next attempt at speech. "I can't believe this...I mean...in love with me? You? YOU?"

Sam rolled her eyes. Being in love with such a dork could be seriously annoying.

"So all this time, when you said you...hated me..."

He looked to Sam's eyes for some sort of assistance. He was sifting through his memories for any hints, any clues, any vague little points at all he may have been missing. But his mind was a question mark.

Sam looked ready to get up and leave, but Freddie wasn't about to let that happen. "So, that kiss we shared...I mean..."

"Okay Fredward, this is getting sort of pathetic." She spat. "Sitting here stammering like a total moron is not making this any easier for either of us. Think about it. You think I really would have agreed to that kiss if I really did hate you? Do you think that whackjob at the convention would have thrown out that... FREAKISH combination of our names if..." Sam trailed off. "Look, I'm not asking you to tell me how you feel, I'm just saying that, it's really not all that shocking...when you...think about it..."

Freddie gazed at her, and surprisingly, for the first time that evening, he really started to consider what she meant to him. I mean, yeah, she kinda harassed him and tormented him on a day to day basis. She'd put half a ton of lemon jello in his locker, coated his bicycle tires with superglue...and all sorts of other distressing pranks, but beneath all that, she was funny, smart, and actually, in this lighting, no, in any lighting, kind of pretty...

He might have been confused about some things, but now that he knew the reasons beneath all of Sam's actions, he was felt that they weren't really as bad as he'd once thought they were. That was just Sam's way of showing he affections when she never could express it in words...it was a kinda messed up way, but all the same, it was her way.

And the more he thought about it, the more it brought a smile to his face.

"What the heck are you smiling like a moron for? You have something to say, just say it!"

But Freddie didn't." Sam then huffed and got up. "Whatever. Later Benson."

"No! Wait a sec!" Freddie cried, a little louder than intended. Sam turned back to him.

"I...I just wanted to ask if, you wanted to catch a movie tommorrow..." He stuttered quietly, blushing up to his ears.

Sam understood what he was saying perfectly. He didn't have to say anything more, and hard as she tried, she could'nt suppress her smile. Slowly she moved towards him, and when they were only a few inches apart, she whispered. "It's a date."

Then she moved towards the door, Freddie still blushing madly. When Sam attempted to open the door, Carly almost fell flat on her face at her feet.

"CARLY!" They both shouted at the top of their lungs.

Carly looked up at them awkwardly, saying, "Uh, hey guys, whats up?"

Sam looked about ready to strangle her best friend with her bear hands, so Freddie quickly intervened. "Um, Carly, isn't your brother still in that psychological chamber thingie? You might wanna get him out."

"Oh yeah! Sorry guys, I've gotta go!" Carly sped out of the room at full speed, much to Sam's relief.

Freddie nodded. "Wow, she left without much persuation."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Forget her, this one-shot is ours."

Freddie laughed, even though he had no idea what the heck she was talking about, and cleared his throat.

"So, did you want me to walk you home?"

Sam thought for a moment, and looked back at him, giving a mock look of challange. "You sure about that? My mom's probably there?"

"I think I'll be okay."

Sam nodded, impressed. "You are one courageous boy." She said, taking his hand, and together they left for home, the lock-in having ended about 2 hours ago. Their hands clasped together, a small yet meaningful gesture, nothing else had to be said. It was evident what they shared from the very first sight of them. Sam was a crazy, wild, meat-loving soul, and he, Freddie, jsut a modest tech-dork. The future for them was uncertain. Where exactly would this relationship go? How would Carly fit in to the picture? But right now, none of that mattered. They were just content to go on like this, hand in hand, straight along the road, home.

The End