Hello! I am the author, obviously, and I love to write, so I hope that sucky summery didn't throw you off and make you not want to read! I hope this story is to your liking! It's in Freddie's POV.

I wipped my forehead with the back of my hand to get the sweat off and stared up into the sky. It was burning today, not a cloud to offer a pale tech geek any relief from the sun. I scurried under the spotted shade of a tree in front of my apartment building and leaned back against the rough bark closing my eyes. Normally the streets where filled with walkers but today no one ever ventured outside to get their mail, a couple of kids in my classes even called off school.

As a matter of fact, and of course on this day the air conditioner had broken in the school, causing two kids to have heat exhaustion before they decided to release us. With my mother at work I had to walk the way here after talking to one of my math teachers, waving Carly and Sam to walk home with out me. I kind of regret it now, for even the promise of air conditioning is seeming like not enough for me to move my exhausted feet from their current position. I eased up from the position and drug my set in stone feet up the small stair case and into the well conditioned lobby to hear Lubert's screeching voice over the slight hum in my ears.

"Geeeeeeee-tttttt outttttaaaaa myyyyy Lobbbbyyyy!" I stumbled into the elevator and my hand uselessly slapped at the second floor button, and the elevator door's closed, cutting off Lewbert's rant in half. I leaned heavily against the back of the elevator, waiting for the eternity until the ding of the opening doors. Dragging my feet once again along the carpeted floor I reached up to the wood of Carly's door and knocked as hard as I could at the moment. By some miracle they heard me and Carly yelled, "Door's open!"

I turned the knob with my stranglely cool fingertips and walked-fell forward into the apartment. Carly's eye's grew big as I was using the table to support myself, and ran into the kitchen. Spencer beside her ran forward, but all else I saw was the ground rushing forward to meet me.

I awoke on the couch staring up at the ceiling, on my head was a wet cloth and the air in the room was an almost fridge like cold. I actually shivered on a 115 degree day and sat up as slow as I could, peeling the wet cloth off of my head. Looking around the room I noticed Carly deep in conversation with Sam, clad in my favorite outfit of hers. A very short pair of shorts, almost too short to really be called that, and a loose off the shoulder blue top that skimmed the tops of her breasts (not that I was, you know...looking) and fell to her elbows. She had her hair high piled on top of her head, rampant curls falling out of the messy bun to fall down her neck and next to no make up.

Now Carly on the other hand had her hair piled in a messy...but oddly straight bun as no hairs escaped, a tight green t shirt and a short min skirt that had all the boys at school today watching as she left the room. But oddly I was highly distracted by someone else. It also amazed me that she could stand all that makeup on her face, even as she was sweating it off.

I kind of admired Sam, the most makeup I've seen on her was a little bit of lip gloss one day, that she thought no one noticed for picture day. Like she would really wear any today, but still she looked bea-cute...nice. I popped my shoulder bone and got their attention, not really having heard their whispered conversation my interest was peeked as Sam whipped around a slightly guilty look on her face. Carly just smiled warmly, "You feeling better?" I nodded and slowly stood up from the couch, noticing my shoes where missing. I opened my mouth and when nothing came out at first I cleared my throat, "Where are my shoes?" Carly motioned to the door and I saw them sitting there waiting for me. "Thanks...how long was I out?"

She looked at the clock mounted on the wall and mentally counted, "About an hour, we where really worried." Sam seemed to have regained herself and snorted, "You where worried, I knew Fredalina was faking." I narrowed my eyes at her but before I could say anything Carly turned to her with a curious look on her face, "But you where just saying maybe we should take him to the hos-." She was cut off by Sam's hand to her mouth and she glared for a moment before saying, "Yah cause I was gunna beat him senseless for cutting into our ICarly rehearsal time." I smile a bit, knowing that was her under cover way of showing that she hated me yes, but still saw me as a friend. After...after that kiss...she looked like she was about to cry, biting her bottom lip and she couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she pressed them to her sides.

I even as a friend, will never forgive myself for having to leave her like that. I couldn't tell her how I felt, I couldn't tell her what she wanted to hear, I didn't even know what I wanted! I looked over at her, while Carly's attention was back on the clock and she just happened to glance at me, catching the saddened look in my eyes. She glared with all her might, but even through that I could tell something was missing. Her insults were'nt as strong, her glares where weaker, she stopped and stared off at nothing sometimes. I sighed and Carly returned her attention to me, "Alright, you think you're okay to start the next episode? We have once less practice in, but I think we have it..." I nodded and picked up the wet cloth, and marched past Sam, when she punched me in the shoulder.

"Ow! Wa'd yah do that for?" I gave her a look and she smirked, "For missing rehearshal!" She stomped up the stairs and I glared, momentarly distracted by her...curves walking away. Carly cleared her throat, grinning and I blushed, mumbled to myself and walked behind her.

"5,4,3,2-." I pointed at them and Carly loudly screamed, Sam interjecting herself in front of her and waving her arms. "! This is Carly!" Sam pointed, "And this is Sam!" This time Carly pointed, and I swung the camera around to her, waving my arm to the camera, "Okay it's time for the video part of the show where we show the videos sent to us by you!" I like feeling the weight of the camera on my shoulder and I whipped around to click the first video as Sam pushes her button to drag the TV out. It was off a kid standing on his head eating an apple and juggling three plastic balls. A woman barged in the room and the boy panicked and fell over, Sam and Carly laughed, while it gained a chuckle from me.

They had changed their clothes, Sam now in jeans as the loft tempurature was a lot cooler and she kept the shirt. Carly changed into capris and a looser shirt, having reapplied her makeup. Sam had let her hair down, the soft curls flowing around her face and Carly's hair hung in straight lines around her face.

I swung the camera back and Sam was turning smiling, she punched me and the camera swung in a downward arch and I grunted in pain. "What was that for?" I straighten up and she smiled a huge smile at me, it glittered in her eyes and I sucked in a breath, but this one had nothing to do with pain. I gulped and her expression turned curious for a moment. I licked my lips and her eyes flashed to them and Carly cleared her throat once again and I lifted the camera onto her. She grinned, "Okay It's time for the street view!"

Sam's hair whipped around and she turned to look out the street and I switch the screens to the hand held Carly grabbed and my natural gaze landed on Sam, instead of watching the action. I barely heard the commentary going on, as they found one person dousing himself with the hose when they screeched. I almost knocked over the camera leaning on the table. "What?"

Sam turned around and grinned huge at me, "Someone took the top off the fire hydrant!" I swung the camera around to me and excitedly proclaimed to the ICarly viewers, "Okay, it's like 115 degrees out there, we have to cut this short this week!" I turned the camera after waving and turned the camera to Sam and Carly as they waved. They sped off to Carly's room and quickly came back dressed as they where before, and I gulped at a fully awake version on Sam's outfit.

They ran to the elevator giggling and grabbing each others hands. I moved more slowly and went down stairs to knock on Spencer's door. "Hey Spence, can I borrow a pair of swim trunks?"

I walked out into the blazing sun to a...good...good sight.