Hey peoples! This is my first fan-fic EVER. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or anything having to do with it…except this idea.

Carly Shay was sitting on her couch in her apartment as she flipped through the channels on the television. She passed the Food Channel, the Dingo Channel, and many other networks playing stupid shows. She stopped and landed on the news. It was boring but she sure wasn't going to watch the Tech Channel! Carly watched the T.V absentmindedly, as if she were waiting for something.

Then, that something came.

There was a quick set of knocks on her door. The girl quickly snatched up her remote and shut off the T.V. She stood up hastily to answer the door. As she walked across the room she was very excited. Carly placed her hand on the knob and opened it to see Freddie Benson looking back at her. He was wearing his usual striped tee and jeans.

"Hi, Freddie." Carly said breathlessly.

"Hey, Car." he replied in the same out of air tone. Then without another word, the two were kissing. Carly was so happy and cheerful warmth filled her soul. But all too soon, they broke apart.

"So why'd you want me to come over?" Freddie asked.

"Well, first of all, I wanted to kiss you," the girl said grinning, "and second of all, I wanted to kiss you."

Freddie mirrored Carly's smile and the two's lips met again.

"Wait." Freddie said stopping the kiss. He gave Carly a small, yet friendly shoved, and she backed further into her loft.

"Sorry," the boy began, "but I didn't want my mom to see that and freak out." The two moved toward each other for another kiss.

Carly had never felt happier in her life. Sure, she had never thought she could be happier moments ago but every second with Freddie filled her with more joy than she could possibly imagine. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands on her waist.

Suddenly, the kissing stopped as the brunette boy backed away and began yelling, "Carly! Carly! Get up!"

The voice known to Freddie morphed into another one very familiar to Carly, her brother's.

"CARLY!"

Carly jolted awake, breathing hard. "WHOA, I did NOT just dream that" she thought.

"Mornin' Carls!" a voice said cheerfully beside her.

Carly jumped just coming to the realization of her brother next to her. "Oh, hey Spencer." she said sleep coating her voice.

"I'm making muffins downstairs for breakfast!"

"Okay," the brunette yawned, "I'll be down in a few."

"Okee dokee!" Spencer almost shouted, and left Carly to herself.

The girl pulled off her covers and stretched. "Why did I have a dream about me and Freddie kissing?" Carly questioned herself. "We are friends and nothing more." she stated firmly in her thoughts "Nothing more."

She stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She took a shower, attempting to wash the thoughts of the dream from her memory, but failed. After about twenty minutes, Carly emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and all ready for school.

"Hello again Spencer." Carly said as she descended the stairs.

"Hello again Carly!" the man happily stated back as he continued to work in the kitchen. "Are ya ready for some schoolin'?"

"Um…yeah." Carly replied absent mindedly, the dream creeping back into her thoughts. Of coarse her brother noticed the distracted tone in her voice.

"You okay?" he asked, some of the peppiness taken out of his mood, as he was concerned for his sister.

Carly snapped out of it. "Oh, yeah fine." but as soon as the words left her lips she began to think about the dream again. The way Freddie held her, how cute she thought Freddie looked. And the thought that haunted her most; how much she enjoyed kissing her friend. She remembered the happy warmth she felt while kissing him. Then she realized something, she wasn't only remembering the warmth, she was feeling it right now just thinking about the kiss.

Her train of thought was cut off by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" called Carly.

"Sam." answered a very familiar voice.

"Door's open!" Carly shouted back. A blonde headed girl was abruptly in the apartment. She entered the living room and went to her best friends side who was still standing by the stairs, not having moved due to her day dreaming.

"Hey, Carls." Sam greeted.

"Hi, Sam." There was a quick pause then Carly continued, " So, why are you here so early?'

"Eh, I need a ride to school. My mom blew out a tire on the car racing from the police." Sam said emotionlessly.

"Oh my God! Is she Okay!?" Carly yelled worried.

"Yeah, she got away."

Carly rolled her eyes at her friends lack of caring for her mother. "Spencer!" she called.

Her brother suddenly came into view near the counter as he set a plate of steaming blueberry muffins on the counter. "Yeah?" he asked

"Can Sam have a ride with us?"

"Sure." the man said unsurprised that Sam was here without an invitation.

"Cool." Carly said and turned to her friend next to her. "We're leaving pretty soon so don't get too comfortable."

"Right." she said and hastily made her way over to Spencer, and picked up a muffin off of the plate that was just put out.

There was another tap on the Shays' door. "Who is it?" called Carly as she went over and sat by her best friend grabbing a muffin for herself.

A loud "Freddie!" was heard from the other side of the door. Carly froze, his name took her back to the dream she had short time forgotten.

But luckily, Sam hollered "Come in Fredwierd!" so quickly, Carly's silence went momentarily unnoticed.

As Freddie entered the apartment, Carly tried to bring herself back to reality, but couldn't. The joy she felt kissing Freddie, the nickname he gave her, Car. She couldn't remember ANYONE ever calling her Car. But other thoughts also tugged at her brain too. "Why did I like kissing him so much? Friends SHOULDN'T feel THAT happy kissing each other. Should they? Why would-"

"So, can I?" a boy's voice brought her back into her apartment where Freddie was standing in front of her waiting for an answer, and Sam looking at her with curiosity.

"Can you what?" the brunette girl asked.

"Get a ride to school with you and Sam. My mom is driving me crazy about-" he stopped talking "Well, that doesn't matter but I can't handle a ride to school with her."

Carly turned to Spencer "Can Freddie ride with us too?"

"Yup." her brother replied popping his lips on the "P". "But I have art class so I can't pick any of you up."

"Okay, we'll walk home. Thanks Spence." she thanked her brother. The man nodded and stepped into the living room.

There was about three seconds of silence but that was enough for Carly to fall back into her dream trance. "What is wrong with me?" she thought "It was a dream. It's not like it really happened."

"CARLY!" Sam yelled.

"What?" Carly asked irritated.

"Are you alright? You keep dazing in and out."

"Oh, just a dream. It kinda freaked me out." she told Sam.

"What was the dream about?" Freddie cut in.

"Uhhh…" Carly hesitated. She couldn't tell everyone what she'd dreamed.

But, stopping Carly's panic, Spencer said "Okay smallish people, gotta go."

The group headed for the door, Freddie's inquiry forgotten, as Carly internally thanked her brother for saving her from answering her friend's question.

So, whatcha think? Since I'm a new writer any tips to make better are welcomed but please be nice. And I know Spencer is kinda dorkish but I like him a little more when he's childish. Review please!