Hello. This is my newest story. I was going to post this after completing the story I'm currently writing, You Lose You Win, but I decided against it. Originally this story was going to focus on Sam and Freddie's first year of being together. Throw in some fights, drama, and fluff that better their relationship but after iLove You, I wasn't really feeling the idea. So I changed it up a bit. Some ideas that were going to be in the original story will be in here.

So this story takes place about two months after Sam and Freddie's break up. There will be some teasing, bonding, and jealousy. This is also my first story where some chapters will be in Carly's point of view. I'm used to writing in just Sam and Freddie's but I don't want to exclude Carly this time.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I know I'm going to enjoy writing it. I hope you stick around with me.

Just like every single one of our kisses, the kiss we had once the elevator door closed was sweet and innocent. My hands sat comfortably on his shoulders and his were on my waist, squeezing it lightly. And just like every one of our kisses, we were slightly distanced from each other. Our relationship was so new and foreign for us that we never really took that extra step to get closer physically. Other than kissing, we didn't really do much.

But despite the distance and restrictions, the kiss felt so right yet so wrong. It felt so wrong that our last kiss was going to end in the same awkward position. I felt so bold when these thoughts filled my head. I wanted to savor our last kiss together, to hold him tightly and to have him hold me possessively.

We broke our kiss quickly and I took the opportunity to press the STOP button in the elevator again. Freddie looked at me with a confused look but it quickly faded when I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him to me forcefully, kissing him with all the courage and passion I could muster. He must have been surprised because he stood frozen, not moving an inch and I didn't want to open my eyes to see his reaction. But it's not everyday you tell a guy you love him and this was our last moment together so I wanted to show him that what I said was genuine and true.

Slowly, his arms snaked around my waist. They weren't resting on my waist or the small of my back. They were all around me and I felt a little pressure on my back. He was pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed hard against each other. His lips curved into a smile against mine before he began to move them slowly. I moved mine against his at the same speed.

Open mouth kisses were new territory for us. I could feel my heart going at full speed from the new and unfamiliar position we were in but at the same time it felt so comfortable and familiar to me. Against my will, a whimper escaped my mouth when I felt his lips around my lower lip. He was gently nibbling on it and it felt so amazing that I couldn't even wonder how he became such a great kisser. I pushed him slightly until his back came in contact with the elevator. Another whimper escaped my mouth when I felt his tongue part my lips and brush against mine as his hands roamed all over my back. And I thought I was the bold one in this moment of passion.

Exploring each other the way did was such a wonderful feeling. As if I was feeling pins and needles and electricity all over my body. The room suddenly felt hot and stuffy. It pained to have to let him go but I was suffocating and I needed some air. Our lips disconnected for a moment while I took off my leather jacket. Freddie took that as the perfect chance to get some air but still get a piece of me. His lips went straight to my neck and I threw my head back to give him more access. He wasn't aggressive. He was giving me light kisses all over my neck as I tried to catch my breath. I could hear him murmuring something into my neck.

He kissed my neck.

"I love you," he murmured.

He kissed my neck.

"I love you," he breathed out.

"I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you," he kept saying over and over every time his lips met my neck.

Those three words. Sure, they were three little words but with so much meaning and emotions that just one person couldn't fully explain how it truly feels to have those words said to them. Beating like a drum was my heart against my chest the moment I stepped out of that elevator and he said those three words to me. I walked out of there, feeling completely disappointed that we could not work our relationship the way we wanted it. Feeling like life could never get better from there but he gave me hope. For the first time in my life, I felt like a girl who was wanted. A girl who was desirable. For a moment, he showed me what it's like to be one hundred percent happy.

His lips went from my neck to my jaw line to my cheek and finally to my forehead, completely ignoring my lips. I didn't mind. We were both still out of breath and he wanted to take his time while keeping me close. I leaned my head towards him until I was resting on his chest. I held him close, like my life depended on it. Like the end of the world was coming and we only had one hour left. Showing vulnerability was not something I'd do like it was normal. I only show it to those who deserve it and Freddie definitely deserved it. He said he loved me and I was finally comfortable with giving him my heart, despite the pending break up. No matter what, I was officially his because no other guy could ever make me feel what he made me feel in the month we spent together.

"I love you too…," I said quietly.

"More than you'll ever know," he said right away.

I lifted my head and pulled back a bit but still keeping my hands around his neck and I looked at him curiously, trying to find some sincerity in his eyes even though I knew it was there. Oh who was I kidding? I just really wanted to look into those chocolate brown eyes of his that always found a way to drive me insane.

"You really mean that?" I asked softly.

"Mmhm," he said with that signature smirk of his. "I know it's insane. We had an insane time together. There were ups and downs but I meant everything I said about you. "

I smiled and looked down in intimidation. Only Freddie Benson could do that to me.

"So what do you want to do for the next hour?"

"Do you want to go up the studio for a bit?"

"Sure," I said and quickly pressed the button to start up the elevator again. I took Freddie's hand in mine as we waited for the elevator to take us to the iCarly studio.

We finally reached the studio and we walked in slowly. I looked around for a good spot for us to get cozy but the only good thing I found in the crowded studio were the bean bag chairs.

I lead him to the bean bag chairs and we both sat down, sharing the same one. I laid on my side and he did as well so we were both looking at each other. We held each other gently but close to each other, wanting to savor the moment and take advantage of our short time together. I looked at him with a small smile that faded quickly.

As the time ticked, thoughts were running through my head. Sure, we love each other but what's to say that someone won't come into the picture? Freddie could meet some nerdy girl who is smarter and much tamer than me that could scoop him up and make him fall in love with her, leaving me completely hurt. A thousand cuts and bruises would never compare to the heartbreak I would feel if that ever happened.

I couldn't look at him as doubt started to sink in and I began to think the worst. Out of all the jerk bags I dated, Freddie was the one that still stuck around even after the constant fights and slaps to the face. Not once did he tell me that I should change if I wanted to be with him. Knowing that I was probably never going to get the chance to kiss him, to hold him anymore slowly killed me inside. I cleared my throat.

"Um… Freddie?"

"Yeah?"

Oh god, I couldn't believe I was actually going to say what I was going to say. I took a deep breath.

"I know we don't really… click now but uh… I uh… I hope that one day… I'll be good enough for you," I said quietly. I felt so ashamed for admitting that to him but he was noting but sweet to me and I felt like I owed him the truth. I owed him that much.

"Don't ever say that, Sam." My eyes widened at the seriousness of his tone.

"What do you mean?"

"When I said I love you, I meant it. I love you, Sam. I love you for you. You're funny, you're cute, you're strong, and you're the coolest girl I know. And aside from that, you're breathtakingly beautiful. That kiss you gave me at school during the lockdown was the best thing that ever happened to me because it made me realize what a great girl you are. If you change, you won't be the girl I fell in love with anymore."

You won't be the girl I fell in love with anymore…

The girl I fell in love with anymore…

Girl I fell in love with…

I couldn't believe my ears. Now I really couldn't look him in the eyes. I closed eyes shut tigh. Never in the years that Freddie and I have been at each others' throats has he seen me cry. The one time Carly and I almost fell from the window washer platform didn't count because practically everyone was crying from feeling traumatized. These weren't those kind of tears. These were tears that were threatening to fall out because Freddie Benson said the sweetest thing to me. And I wasn't some kind of sap. I did not want him to see this way. Just as long as I kept my eyes shut tight, the tears wouldn't fall.

"It's okay to cry," he whispered.

"I'm not crying," I said as I opened my eyes and one tear escaped. "You're so freaking corny, it makes my eyes water sometimes."

He chuckled and pulled me closer.

"Well, since you're being honest with me, I too hope to be good enough for you someday."

"Don't say that," I said and brought a hand to his cheek. "I like you when you're nerdy, whiny, and wimpy. Even if it does make me want to throw a hatchet at you."

We laughed for a few seconds and then he kissed my lips softly before we fell into a comfortable silence. I didn't know how much time we had left and I sure as hell didn't want to spend it talking about how our relationship didn't work out and how many in the near or distant future, we could somehow make it work.

I just wanted to hold him without a care in the world. But all too soon, it was over. It was finally midnight.

It was a new day and what we had was officially over. One entire month of kisses, hugs, arguments, and many obstacles that threatened to tear us apart were finally over. It didn't really sink in until the alarm on his phone went off and we were back in reality.

Disappointingly, we stood up and I walked him over to the elevator. He had to sneak in back home but I was sleeping over at Carly's. I didn't want to watch him walk away and I figured that watching the elevator door close, officially separating us was more than enough.

He pressed the elevator button and we waited for it. He kissed me one last time and we hugged tightly, not wanting to let go of each other. The elevator finally came and walked inside, pressing the button to take him downstairs. With a smirk and a wave of his hand, he said goodbye. I simply gave him a small smile.

When the elevator door close, I walked back until my back hit the wall and I slid down to the floor. Now that Freddie was gone and we were no longer in a relationship, it felt right to let it all out. Unshed tears made their way down my cheeks. I didn't cry dramatically or loudly. It finally sunk in that after everything that happened, Freddie and I were no longer together and it killed me. I didn't want him to see me like that so I waited. I cried myself dry that night…

I tossed and turned in bed as I replayed that night in my head over and over again. Even after two months of breaking up, I couldn't sleep because all I could think about was the night me and Freddie broke up. Though we both survived the break up, I knew that overtime, it was going to be harder to handle. If there is one thing that hasn't changed since that night was that my feelings for him were nowhere near gone.

Okay so that's the first chapter. It's kind of short. This is kind of an introduction to the story. I don't want to call in an prologue. Most of this story is a flashback, just wanted to make that clear. The next chapter will definitely be longer.

I already have this whole story planned out. It won't be like my other Seddie story which was written pretty spontaneously. I'm actually taking my time to perfect this story.

Here's a little preview of what's to come. Carly is going to feel extremely guilty about Sam and Freddie's break up so she is going to team up with Brad to try and get them back together but things might not always go as planned. A person from someone's past will transfer to Ridgeway and it will cause problems between two people.

I really hope you enjoyed this intro. Please review. Feedback is what fuels me. Until next time, take care guys.

PS. I was reading this chapter after I published it and I noticed the many typos. I just fixed them so if you're reading this again, I'm sorry if you were confused earlier.