Sam's POV

The early morining light poured through my dirty-white curtains and hit my matching bedsheets, making them shine brightly. I could hear the cherping of little birds outside and the strong smell of smoke and alchohol filled my nose. I scrunched my face up and moaned quietly, pulled the sheets up above my head to keep out the dazzling light, but the smell didn't cease. I moaned again and shoved my head out of the duvet. The room was dull, yet bright. And extreamly dirty. My clothes were scattered across the floor and one of my bras was actually hanging over my lamp. There was a plate of half-eaten pizza and fries on the floor by my low bed, and I must have knocked my glass of grape soda off the bed-side-table cause that was saturating the carpet. And finally my agressive cat Frothy was asleep and stretched out on my windowsil. I smirked at how Carly would scold me if she saw this pig-sty. I sighed and got up.

I stretched like Frothy and even felt myself pur a little. Why? I honestly couldn't tell you. Nor could I explain why I was up so early.

My eyes scanned the room and stopped at my small, red phone that was lying on the vanity Spencer and Carly had made for my last birthday. (I'm suprised it hasn't burst into flames yet.) Picking it up and heading downstairs, I could hear my Mom snoring on the sofa. Or possibly, the kitchen table. I really didn't give a chiz.

The kitchen clock read 7:43AM, why the hell am I up so early? I sighed and wondered over to the fridge absentmindedly. I'm not sure why, but I didn't feel myself this morning. Oh, and as it turns out, she was asleep on the kitchen table. I texted Carly about Mom and knew she'd laugh and question me about it at school.

I ate my toast and bacon and went back upstairs to get dressed. I decided to go with my dark skinny jeans, a yellow and orange stripey (long-sleeved) top with the words 'QUEEN HAM' printed in big red lettering across the chest. I curled my hair and tied it up with a yellow scrunchie. Why? Again, I have no idea.

I slipped into my black and red checkered converse and grabbed my matching bagpack and was about to leave when my phone buzzed. It was Carly. She texted:

To: Sam
From: Carly
Lol about your Mom, and your up early?

I smiled inwardly at Carly's random comment.

To: Carly
From: Sam
Haha, yeah. Not sure why tho. Be at yours in a few. And you got ham in?

A minute later

To: Sam
From: Carly
Oh yeh, ok. Cya in a few.

I smiled again and shut the front door.

About twenty minutes passed before I reached Bushwell Plaza, Carly and Fredweird's building.

I walked inside only to be greeted lovingly by the doorman, Lewburt.

"GET OUT OF MY LOBBY! WHY ARE YOU IN MY LOBBY!" He screamed. Yep. I know what your thinking. What a great dude.

"Oh shut the chiz up! I'm here to see Carly!" I fired back. But he kept coming with more...

"GET OUT! NOW!" By now he was waving his hands towards the stairs. I shrugged, gave Lewburt the fingure and headed towards the Shay's appartment. Carly answered the door.

"Hey Sam," she chirped cheerfully. She was dressed in a long pink and purple top and purple, foot-lesst tights. I just nodded and made my way to her fridge. OH MY CHIZ, YES! SHE HAS HAM! GOD BLESS CARLY SHAY! And, err, Spencer too!

I stuck a handful of ham in my mouth and had the whole thing devoured in less than ten minutes. By now Carly had done her hair, teeth and what not and we were waiting on Fredork.

"You want me to go over there and get him?" I asked impationtly from the coach. She smiled and shook her head.

"No, I'm sure he-"

"Hola chicas!" Fredward said lamly, walking towards us. Hey? Hang on. Why's my heart beating so fast? Fredweird walked in, that's all. C'mon Sam! Say something, you don't want him to think your weird! Wait? Why do I care what he thinks? But I guess I am leaving this a long time. Oh, what should I say? Something mean, you can figure out what all this means later. Just concentrate on talking. Go, now! Talk damnit! GO!

"Hey nub," I said with a hint of anxity lingering in my voice.

"You okay?" Carly asked. No, I'm not. I have no idea what the hells wrong with me! I can't say that, she'd just get all worried and chiz.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I gave her my best reassuring smile.

"Ok." She didn't sound all that convinced. Oh well.

The nub and Carly got talking about nerdy, tech stuff and that's when I noticed. He's. Really. Buff! He was up on the ladder in the iCarly studio and asked my to pass him a rench. I'd looked up his shirt (accidently) and he's totally hot! 6 pack and all! I will mentally slap myself later but I just need to know.

"When'd you get so buff?" I blurted out as he tighted a bolt. He snickered and answered proudly without looking down.

"The same time the voice got lower."

I smiled inwardly, that's the same thing he'd said to Carly a year or two back. He looked down at me and noticed me staring up his top again.

"Something wrong?" He asked climbing down and checking himself over. I chuckled to myself.

"No. Nothing."

"Oh, ok." He said simply. Then, our eyes met for a split second. He has the most amazing chocolate brown eyes. Mama likes chocolate. A lot. That's when it hit me. I like Fredork! Crap! Chiz! Shitte! Oh no, no, no! How could this happen! Maybe it's not true. I snapped back to reality just to realise I'd been leaning towards him. And he was leaning too! OH MY GOD! Rush much! Our lips met lightly and we shared a quick and gentle kiss. We both pulled away slightly and opened our eyes.

"What just happened?" He managed to whisper.

Still completley flustered, I answered softly, "I honestly have no idea. But let's do it again." And on that note, he leaned in and kissed me passionatly. I kissed back and then I felt his tongue lick my lower lip, seeking enterance. I granted it and our tongues battled vigerously for dominance. (I won of corse.) And my tongue explored every inch of his mouth, taking in the taste of peppermint gum. I felt so happy. So at peace. Like nothing else in the world mattered. Until...

"AHH!" Spencer screamed, dropping the two smoothies he'd brought up for us.

This, wasn't good...