A/N: I decided to have some one-shots for iCarly, but in one story. I think that sort of arrangement has a name, but I forgot it. Ha-ha. So want to find out what will happen? Read and REVIEW. Enjoy. :)

1: SEDDIE

Sam POV:

I like to think that Freddie doesn't know about my crush on him. If he does, my reputation would go down the drain, and that would be bad. Very bad.

'You will fall in love with a total nerd.' Yeah, my cookie fortunate said that once, and Freddie is a total nerd. Gee, I wonder. However, Freddie doesn't like me back; I'm like his worst nightmare. I bully him, I tease him, I call him names…yeah, and the list goes on. I punch him, kick, him, push him to the ground, and it's all for a reason. By doing the things mentioned above, I'm closer to him...in a way. No, I am not a stalker. But one day, I will have to confess…and it won't be very fun.

"Sam! Get up here, iCarly is gonna start soon," Carly called out. Freddie and Carly are currently upstairs setting up for our wonderful web show.

"Coming." I grabbed my popcorn and ran upstairs. As I burst in through the door, I clapped Freddie on the back hard.

"Ow." He mumbled and glared at me angrily.

"Sorry." I murmured and ran to my place next to Carly. Both stared at me incredulously.

"Hey-I've apologized before. Fresh start, you know?" I blushed at my words; I know when I've used them before. By the looks of it, so does Freddie. On the fire escape when we shared our first kiss.

"In 5…4…3…2!" Freddie directed, ignoring the one and starting us off.

"Hey, she's Carly!" I beamed.

"She's Sam!" Carly told our viewers.

"And, this is iCarly," With that, we started our show.

After the Show:

So now you know the reason I bully Freddie Benson. I like him. Nobody knows though, so if you tell, you're dead meat. Oh, speaking of meat, I wonder if Spencer bought some for me.

"Yo, Benson. Go get me some meat," I said lazily. I was lying on a bean bag chair, relaxed. Even I wasn't willing to go get me food.

"No, Puckett."

"Freddie!" I exclaimed. He has never said no to me before.

"Hey. Calm it down. I'll go get meat for you, Sam." Carly said hurriedly from her place in the car in our studio, not wanting another fight on her hands. She walked out the door, and then Freddie and I were alone.

Can I confess? I'm not brave enough. Would I confess? I have to.

"Freddie." I whispered, scared of his reaction.

"Yeah?"

"Ilikeyouiknowyoudon'tlikemepleasedon'tfreak!" I said all in one breathe.

"What?" Freddie was wide-eyed.

"You want me to say it again? I barely could the first time!"

"No. No, Sam. I got it. Wait, what?!" Freddie looked flabbergasted but cute, with his hair put forward with gel, and his smooth skin reddened with embarrassment.

"I know, I know. You 'love' Carly, but you, well, we kissed, and I thought maybe you liked me too?" I had closed my eyes as I said this, but now I opened one to glance at him.

"Sam." He sighed. I held my breath, he didn't like me. I am ruined, nobody is every going to treat me the same again, least of all Freddie.

"I like you too." He said finally.

A/N: I had to end it like that! I thought it was sweet. Hopefully, you did too. Please review! I want to know what you think about it.