Ok, I think I know what you're thinking... Oh no, another collection of iCarly oneshots? Well, that's... what it is. I want to try and get up to 100 chapters... and that shouldn't be too much trouble because I like writing oneshots.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Chapter 1: The Power of Splashface

Sam's POV:

"I hate the letter 'V'! Doesn't it realize it's just half of a 'W'?" I spat while Carly threw a ball of socks at me to catch.

"I know what you're saying! But, some people actually make their W's with 'U' shapes... like a 3 lying horizontally." I returned the sock ball to her. Just then, Freddie walked in unannounced.

"Hola, chicas!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, Freddie," Carly met him at the door with her glass of Wahoo Punch in hand, "you want some Wahoo punch?"

"Sure," he answered. Hey, I thought, I'm thirsty too!

As if Carly received my mental note, she asked, "How about you, Sam?"

"Sure, thanks." We all talked for a while. We thought of this hilarious skit for iCarly. Ok, so we take Gibby, put him in a swim suit, give him a bucket of dog food, put him on the window-washer's platform, and make him drop the dog food. Freddie is gonna set up a tiny hidden camera to see the people's reactions. I can't wait. So, after a while Freddie went home.

"Carls, can I stay the night?" I asked, sticking to the daily routine of my life: Wake up, go to school, cause trouble, walk to the Groovy-Smoothie, go to Carly's house, not do homework, eat her ham, nap on the couch, check my Splashface, sleep the night inside the Shay's bedroom in their guest room in the second floor. Sometimes, I had to substitute "Sam's nap time" for "Think of iCarly stuff time" or "Do Web show time". I had already completed the first eight steps, keeping my nap time for today, and now I was off to check my Splashface. It was about 7:30 I logged in and this is what I saw:

Hello: SammyHammybambambam

Messages: 82

New: 1

New Message From: techfred8

Old: 81 old

I also saw 82,000,000 posts about her new boyfriend, Connor. I opened my new message from Freddie. It read:

Sam, meet me on the fire escape at 8:30 tonight.

~techfred8

Okay, mysterious... I thought to myself as I re-read the message about 5 times. "CAR-LAY!" I called. Carly jogged over. "Do you happen to know anything about this?" I asked, gesturing to the monitor.

She turned away and snickered. That was her tell. "Don't lie to me, Shay..." I gave her a warning glance.

"All I can say is," she snickered again, "wear something pretty," she told me, grabbing my arm and dragging me upstairs. She dressed me up in a strapless purple sun dress with silver flats. It took 5 minutes. Since I already had my preferred mount of make-upon, and my hair was to my liking, I refused to let Carly touch my face.

I went back downstairs to reply to Freddie's message. This is what I wrote:

You nub... ok fine. Carly got me all dolled up... I'll see you on the roof in half an hour, Fredwad.

~SammyHammybambambam

Sometimes I think my e-mail address is just too long. SAMANTHA, OFF TOPIC! I mentally slapped myself. I tried to think of what Freddie's intentions could be. Soon enough, my thoughts were interrupted by a 'Pang!' from my Splashface. I checked it to find a reply from Frednub.

Sam, do you think you could come up now... instead?

~techfred8

I became suddenly uneasy and apprehensive about meeting him on the roof, since I hadn't had time to think up a list of possible intentions. But, the suspence of not knowing was killing me. "Carls!"

"What?" she called from the couch.

"Come hither, Shay. I need-ith thee," I requested in a proper sounding voice. She came over and looked at the message I pointed to.

"OMG! OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!" She squealed, "He's moving it up a half an hour! Go, Puckett. When you get back, I want ALL those details, Samantha!"

"Fine, Carlotta... I'll go! Bye, ttyl."

"Puckett!" she said sternly, while pointing to the door.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'," I walked lazily to the door. As I got there, the buzzer-thing beeped, which meant someone wanted to come up.

"Sam, could you get that?" Carly asked, since I was at the door and she was on the couch.

"Sure beans." I pressed the button to hear someone talk.

"Carly?" said Connor's voice. I took my hand off the button.

"Ooh! It's Connor! Sam, let him up!" Carly squealed. I placed my hand on the button again.

"Nope Connor, it's me, Sam. Carly's here. Come on up... I was just leaving." With that, Connor came up and started to make out with Carly on the couch. Eww, I thought. I walked out to the fire escape, "Fredwaaaaardoooo!"

"Over here Princess Puckett." I looked over to see him sitting by the ledge. I walked over to him. "Here," he said as he handed me a small box. I opened it to see a white gold, 7 carat necklace with star clusters in the front. It looked like this: .com/necklaces/diamond-necklace-prd_ndy_ (but it didn't have the flowers on the chain). Anyway, I was floored; stunned; amazed; overpowered; out of this world; over the moon; blown away! I couldn't describe the emotions running through my mind.

"Oh—oh Freddie... Uh—I—uh—how—why—wow," I stuttered.

"Shhh, Sam, you don't have to say anything. Just listen. I think you're beautiful. I've loved you since—since—since I don't even remember when. All I've wanted for a long, long, LONG time now, is for you to be my girlfriend. I love you and I can't imagine how I'd feel if I didn't have you."

"But—but what about all those years that you pined for Carly's love and affection?" I asked. He chuckled a bit.

"That was my 13-16-year-old-mind putting up the strongest possible decoy I could to mask my feelings for you." He smiled. I lunged forward and kissed him passionately. I thought. We wouldn't be here if he hadn't messaged me on Splashface. I mentally smiled.

Boom! Chapter 1! I'll be taking a break from my story iHave a Son until I finish this... it shouldn't take long. Next chapter should come soon!

Seddie, Peace, Love, and toast,

The Writing Princess (FYI: I might refer to myself as WP from time to time [I'd use 'TWP' but I think that's the name of a hardware company or something.] Until Next time, Arivaderchi!)