A/N: I know, I know, it's been done to death, but I'm writing a tag to iOMG anyway.
"Uh -"
"Sorry."
"It's cool."
"I have to um, go, now. Gotta see a man about a FatCake."
"Yeah. Totally. I have to get back to the project anyway. Good luck with the FatCake."
"Yeah… Thanks." Sam said, before she turned and fled. She could not believe that she had just kissed the nub. What had she been thinking? He had told her to make a move, sure, but he had thought he was giving her advice about Brad. Puh. Brad, please.
She sighed. It would have been so much easier if it had been Brad. Think of all the great fudge that would have come with being Brad's girlfriend. But no, instead she had to go and fall for the dweeb. One of her best friends, who had always loved her other best friend. Seriously, what had she been thinking? What if he told Carly? This could ruin the friendship between the three of them. Carly would be furious that Sam wouldn't tell her the truth about her feelings, and it would be awkward being around Freddie, which meant that iCarly would become the innocent victim of Sam's stupidity.
Though, realistically, it was just as much the dork's fault, Sam thought. She was perfectly happy ignoring and repressing her feelings until Freddie had decided to test his stupid mood detector app on her. And then he had told Carly, and the two of them had made it into a huge deal.
And another thing, why had the mood tester said she was in love? That was crazy, Sam Puckett was not in love. It was just a silly little crush, and crushes went away without anyone having to kiss anyone else. It was usually just a matter of time. Kissing only managed to make things worse, and certainly more complicated. Especially if you kissed a stinking nub who didn't even kiss back. That had been the hardest part for Sam. Freddie hadn't reacted at all. The best she could hope for was that he was in shock, but she knew it was probably worse than that. He was probably repulsed and angry, despite having said: "It's cool."
Sam didn't know what she had been expecting from the kiss, but she knew, at the very least that it would cut the lecture short. That being said, if she were being perfectly honest with herself, she had wanted him to put his arms around her waist, pull her closer, and hold her in those arms of his, which had just recently gotten so strong. And then maybe they would have stopped to take a breath, and she would have gone to leave, but he would have caught her arm, and slammed her against the wall, pinned her there with his own body, and the kissing would have resumed. Then Sam would be tapped on the shoulder by a representative of FatCakes and FatShakes and been offered a lifetime supply of both cakes and shakes.
Unfortunately, none of that even came close to happening and now Sam was sitting in a tree, trying to figure out what to do next.