"And we're out." The young, boyish voice said with a proud confidence.

Freddie had been shooting iCarly for about two years now and he was in love with every minute of it. Shutting off the recording equipment and his computer he crossed the room where he was met half way by his female counter-parts, Sam and Carly. He had known them for several years and they were his best friends. Sam handed out drinks and they all shared a laugh.

"Haha, nice job, Sam. The show went really well tonight." Carly remarked, sipping her drink.

"I know, right? It was totally amazing; we still have to perfect the Big Fan bit though." Sam replied before taking a large drink out of her cup.

Freddie sat remotely quiet, staring into space, thinking and reflecting on himself. More and more he had become closed and distant while still being open about his feelings, at least most of them. There were some things Freddie felt he would never tell the world. He wouldn't because he couldn't. For this he hated himself, and viewed himself as a coward; however he did not know that the upcoming fall would change everything about him. Sam and Carly watched puzzled as Freddie zoned out.

"Hey tech-geek." Sam said forcefully before splashing the rest of her drink into Freddie's lost face.

Standing up and becoming angry very quickly Freddie wiped the liquid from his face and turned to Sam.

"What the heck was that for?" Freddie asked in a whining tone.

"Well, I thought you had gone off into another day dream about Carly, so I thought I would help you out of it. You might as well forget it, geek, she hasn't been interested in you since you said you had supposedly loved her and she's not interested now. You might as well just switch to boys." Sam finished with a small chuckle of self-satisfaction. Carly just gave Sam a pained face.

Emotion surged on Freddie's face. His face quickly changed from anger to sadness, then to black, black despair. He set his drink on his tech-table and quickly fled the room. He was so distraught that he went out the back door instead of using the elevator. He couldn't let them see, the tears in his eyes. From the back hall, he went down the stairs which led down to the set connecting to the living room. Spencer stood near the couch fidgeting a bit. Noticing Freddie, in a rush he tried to stop him.

"Hey, Freddie man, what's wro--…" he was stopped as Freddie simply passed by him. Following Freddie to the door Spencer touched his shoulder causing Freddie to turn around and face him while he opened the door. Noticing the sadness and tears flowing from Freddie's eyes Spencer was surprised and spoke with slow, questioning words.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing…I-I'm f-fine." Freddie said, stumbling over words and trying to hold his tears in. He choked up one more line before his planned escape.

"I have to go." That was all he said, before turning to leave. Not realizing there was a figure standing in the door Freddie turned and ran right into the very hard chest of the patiently waiting person. Stumbling back he felt himself falling, still surprised by the random person in the door his reactions weren't up to par and he was not able to catch himself. He felt himself falling backwards and he knew he would hit any minute until a pressure was applied to his shoulder. Opening his eyes he saw the character in the door, with his arm extended holding onto him. At the point he saw it, the only thing holding him up in life, at the moment. With little effort the boy pulled Freddie up into standing position. Peering down at the boy, the character spoke in a low quiet tone.

"Whoa, kid…Are you okay?" He steadied Freddie again as he was still a bit disoriented.

Freddie just looked at the character, he was a boy. His eyes were a very light blue, but dark enough to see the beautiful color of them. Feeling something warm and crawling Freddie brought his hand to his nose and when he relieved it of the position he was shocked to see the crimson red of his own blood.

"Oy Spence, we've a bleeder, get a rag…" the boy said, obviously concerned, but with almost no emotion in his voice.

"Got it, David." Spencer replied, leading the shocked Freddie towards the kitchen with his head tipped back. Freddie attempted to get a better look at the boy by turning his raised head, but he had vanished.

"David…So his name is…David." Freddie thought to himself while Spencer searched for a rag to wipe the blood off with.

Nearly ten minutes later all of the blood was gone and Freddie was ready to leave the house that had caused him so much pain. Thanking Spencer again he made his way to the door for the third time. Pulling the door open he was stopped once again by Carly, who came running down the stairs. Not expecting to see Freddie still there she gave him a faint reassuring smile and turned to Spencer.

"You should probably go talk to David…He's uhh kinda mad about what you've done to the storage room." Carly said seeming both scared and anxious. She hid a small smile as Spencer ascended the stairs, with a petrified look on his face. She turned back to Freddie.

"Come on Freddie, come back upstairs. I yelled at Sam enough, she shouldn't be that bad anymore. I'm not promising anything, but the insults should be at a minimal…What do ya say?"

Looking solemn and sad Freddie's eyes met Carly's and he saw the intense sincerity in them.

"Okay, I guess, but one more comment like that and I'm out." Freddie smirked, trying to sound like his own self.

Heading upstairs to the iCarly room Carly and Freddie entered to see Sam, sitting in her bean-bag chair staring up into space.

"Uhh, Sam, Sam? What are you looking at?" Carly asked in complete innocence. She could usually read her best friend rather well, but she was having an insanely hard time figuring her out.

"Looking at? I'm not looking at anything. I'm listening." Sam said not tearing her eyes away from the space. Carly and Freddie took a moment to listen.

"Sam that's just the water-line, it always makes a lot of noise when someone's in the shower." Carly said with some confusion.

Looking at Carly with her big brown eyes she smiled and said, "Exactly."

Confused, Carly and Freddie took their seats in the remaining bean-bag chairs. A silence spread across the room followed by concerned looks from Carly and Freddie to Sam, who still sat in her trance-like state. Just as Carly went to break the silence Sam stood and quickly left the room. Carly looked over at Freddie who just responded with a shrug. They heard a stumbling and some noise as Sam reappeared in the studio, holding some clothes. Quickly she ran across the room and hid the clothes on the Seat of Sitting. She sat down next to Carly was a pleased look on her face. More silence followed, with more exchanged glances. The loud noise stopped and all three kids looked up towards the pipe, Sam had an unusually happy grin on her face.

Freddie tried to start a conversation with a simple, "So-." But he was cut off by Sam with a very loud and obnoxious, "Shhhh!!!"

Someone was coming up the elevator. They all leaned over to see who their surprise visitor was. Sam was very excited as the door began to rise. They saw a pair of bare legs, a towel, and torso, and finally David. He exited the elevator and moved more into the room with a scowl on his face. Sam held onto a pillow and hid behind when she saw him. Freddie thought it was strange that Sam was acting like such a kid around this guy. David gave Carly a wicked look and she just pointed to the Seat of Sitting. David crossed the room wordlessly passed Freddie, who was becoming more interested in the boy.

"What is wrong with me?" Freddie wondered to himself. "He's just…a guy. I don't even know him."

As Freddie thought more about what he was feeling David had long passed him and snatched his clothes out of the Seat of Sitting. His towel was tied so perfectly that he didn't need hands to hold it up. He simply walked back through the room holding his clothes in his hands. Not seeming interested in the kids sitting in silence he left without a word. David may have been flawless, but he failed to realize that he dropped his undershirt in the middle of the room. All three teens stared at it.

"So…Who's taking it to him?" Carly asked looking hopefully to Sam.

"Well it can't be me! I stole his clothes, don't you think returning them to him will be a bit too suspicious?" Sam lamented.

Both pairs of eyes moved to Freddie who was still sitting quietly. "Well don't look at me! I'm not doing it." Freddie said, beginning to panic.

"Come on you have to!" Carly pleaded to Freddie. "I'm afraid of David and Sam's in love with him!" On that note Sam looked over towards the door David had exited through with a smile. Feeling defeated Freddie slowly stood up and retrieved the undershirt. Looking back for support from his friends they both just stared back.

"Make sure you knock, Freddie, David likes his privacy!" Carly called out as Freddie exited the back door of the studio. Standing in the back hallway Freddie forgot to ask where David had gone. Standing for a second he couldn't help but wonder, "What does David smell like?" Looking down at the undershirt in his hands, he slowly and hesitantly brought it to his nose and took a small smell. Quickly bringing the shirt away from his face he couldn't help but think of how good the shirt had smelled. This aroma was so delicious for his nose. He brought the shirt back to his face and inhaled deeply. His stomach was doing flips as his heart pounded faster. Upon the arrival of his second breath the door across the hallway opened as a shirtless David who just stared at the young boy devouring the smell on his shirt. Freddie realized he was being watched and quickly spun around to see David leaning up against a wall. He couldn't help but gawk at the body on this boy. His Pecs and abs were perfectly formed.

He held out the undershirt and stuttered,"Y-you dropped y-your uh, your undershirt in the studio."

"Yeah, I realized that when I couldn't fully get dressed." David replied taking the shirt back from Freddie. He quickly put it on and fixed his hair up. Looking at Freddie, all six inches shorter than him the boy seemed almost frightened of him. David extended his hand outward to the boy as a sign of peace.
"David, that's me, and uhh, you are?" David said hoping for a positive response.

Freddie hesitantly reached his small fragile seeming hand out slowly and David grew bored of the fear and just grabbed Freddie's hand and shook it. David's hand felt so warm and smooth.

"There," David smirked, "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Looking closer at the boy David realized that Freddie was the "Bleeder" from earlier.

"Oh shit. Hey man it's you. Sorry about your nose man, if I could have stopped you I would have." And with that David grabbed Freddie's small nose and inspected it. "Ehh, it's a bit swollen, but I think you'll be fine." David's almost rough language seemed to shock Freddie.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Freddie said. That was all he could say, he was too absorbed in this man in front of him. Looking up at David he stuttered out one more line, "I-I think I have to head back now." And with that he turned and walked away.

"Okay, kid, see you around I suppose." David said almost seeming interested in Freddie. As Freddie turned his back David made one last remark, "By the way kid, how was the smell?" Freddie turned around nervously to see David for the first time, showing a smile. His teeth were gorgeous. He just looked at David, and took in everything about him. How he stood, his face, his smile, the energy he brought to the room. Everything. Freddie let out a nervous type of laugh.

"Yeah, see you around kid." David said closing the conversation in full by returning to his bedroom.

Freddie just stood in place, but he felt as if he was flying. He wasn't quite sure how to read David, but so far he had liked it. Taking in one more breath of David's pheromones he smiled and returned to the studio.
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