In fact, when the icarly webisode started, Sam felt good. Ready to do the show. Then, Carly announced that they were doing something.

That 'something' was asking people if Sam was insane for loving Freddie.

Freddie tried to tell her it was not a good idea.

The first girl was sweet to Freddie. Though he was hot. Thought Sam and Freddie should date.

Then, the creeper from webicon. He was hilarious. Like before, he yelled Seddie.

Sam decided she didn't even care what others thought. She could have cared less.

"Look, I don't care how many icarly fans think I'm not insane for liking Freddie, I know I-"

Then, Freddie grabbed his little pear pad, and said one more chat. He held it up to his face, and he appeared on the screen.

Sam stood in front of Freddie, in front of the whole mental institution, in front of all the viewers of icarly. She could feel her chest caving. Her heart, being crushed by her now collapsing chest. She could feel her body heat go down. The smirk on Freddie's face made her think:

'He is going to turn me down, tell me I was stupid for ever thinking that he would choose me over Carly, the girl he has loved for years.'

But, the fact that she was being turned down live on the web, being embarrassed in front of so, so many people didn't matter. The sheer fact of the matter was: Freddie was turning her down.

Sam listened to the words coming out of the brunette.

"So, I know a lot of people are talking about if we and Sam should- you know- go out. And it's like everyone's wondering if Sam is crazy for wanting too. Nobody asked me how I feel.

"We talked about it."

"No, you talked; you told me how you feel, while eating a quesadilla." Freddie said his voice weird.

"The quesadilla's here are amazing." She managed to force out, slightly happy from her stiff body. And Carly shushed her. She decided that since the charade wasn't over, since the masquerade isn't done, I can keep up the lies. I can pretend to be happy, as long as I want. Until it all comes crashing down, until he says he doesn't love me, it's not over.

"Okay, yes, so it's important how Sam feels, but how I feel is important too."

"Okay, Benson, we get it. You want to humiliate me on the web, in front of millions of people? Go ahead and just do it. Get me back for all the mean things I sai-" she told him. She decided in that moment, pretending you don't care- everything is okay- is the best thing to do.

In her head, though, she thought:

I kissed him. I showed him I loved him. I told him I liked him. It may have been dumb, or stupid to believe that he would love me back, but I could still dream.

That was when he put down that bright blue pear pad, and ran to her. He put his hands on her waist, and cut her off with a kiss.

She noticed as they pulled away he left his hand on her waist. He didn't let go

"You mean that." she whimpered out of her hoarse throat. She thought to herself, with doubt: Just because he had kissed me, didn't mean it was true. This could have all been some sick joke. To really get back at me for all those pranks. In the most cruel way possible.

He made the cutest face.

"So, I guess we're both insane."

The only thought in her brain then, was:

'So now what?'

And that's exactly what she said. For once that day, she had said what she was thinking.

"Seddie!" Yelled Gilbert.

"Gilbert Dinner time." A women- more than likely Gilberts mother called.

"Spaghetti!" He yelled the same way he yelled Seddie.

Carly said goodnight to the icarly viewers, leaving the Creddiers crushed, and the Seddiers, jumping for joy.