due to the wonderfully positive responses i will continue this story :]

i'm dedicating this story to Midnight-Bluexx, thanks for the idea in your review, it inspired me, cause i honestly wasn't sure where to go with this. feel free to ask for anything you want in this story, i'll do my best to make it happen :)

DISCLAIMER: iDon't own iCarly... i feel like i've said this before!

and is it just me, or is Freddie awesome? but SPAM rules the world :]


"Spencer! Get off of her!" Carly screamed using her slender arms to separate Spencer and Sam who were locked in a warm, soft kiss... Only, to Carly and Freddie it looked more like Spencer had trapped Sam in the embrace because one hand held her against him and the other held her head right where he wanted it to be. Freddie joined Carly who was struggling to tear the kissers apart.

Carly saw Spencer's tongue slide out of her best friends mouth making her stomach lurch. She grabbed spencer by his collar and pushed and shoved him as hard as she could away from Sam, "I can't believe you! You've done some dumb things, Spencer..." Carly began a speech that everyone feared might not end.

It's okay Sam... Are you all right?" Freddie said smoothing her hair where Spencer had been holding it.

"I'm fine.." Sam muttered breathlessly. She was unable to smile because her two best friends just caught her sucking face with Spencer. But she could frown either, because she'd been sucking face with Spencer; Something she enjoied a lot more than she thought possible.

"It's okay now, Sam..." Freddie said obviously missing what she had just said. He tried to comfort her, but he just pissed her off by rubbing her arm... Rubbing away Spencer's presence.

"I said, I'm fine, you nub!" Sam stamped her foot into the ground. She didn't know how to deal with this situation. Freddie was being all concerned, Carly was chewing Spencer's ear off, scolding him with words Sam didn't know Carly knew. And Spencer stood there taking it, his eyes drifting to Sam, gazing at her with eyes that were apologetic and sultry at the same time.

"I'm sorry" Spencer muttered to Carly, but his eyes were locked on Sam's, "I don't know what I was thinking." That was what set Sam off. She didn't dare say anything but her mind was instantly flooded with thoughts of anger and hurt.

What did he mean he didn't know what he was thinking. She refused to believe Spencer was like all the other jackass boys in her life. But what else could it be? He said it himself he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't mean to kiss her, she was just something to entertain himself with. Sam felt like trash, this reminded her about what she had tried so hard to forget: that no guy had ever wanted her for more than his own amusement. And this now included Spencer. The one man she'd trusted her whole life to care about her as not just a girl, but as Sam.

She whipped her head around looking for a way to get out of sight. She wanted to run away and do something very un Sam-like. Her house was too far, so was the Shay loft. But she knew a thing or two about these streets, like the fact that there were a couple of rooftops she'd had her name on since third grade.

She couldn't thinking of a good lie because her head was buzzing, so she thought it'd be better just to run. Sam pushed Freddie's arm off her, from where it rested protectively around her and made a mad dash for it. She didn't know if anyone called after her. She didn't think anyone did, no one had a reason to come after her... Except maybe Carly who'd be worried because she thought her older brother had just attacked her best friend. But Carly wouldn't be able to find her, and Sam didn't want to admit that she had let Spencer kiss her; that she had wanted him to do so. But she couldn't bring herself to even consider lying and saying he'd attacked her -even though he might as well have. Something really, really, really deep, deep down inside her gut just wouldn't allow it.

Sam ran aimlessly for a few minutes, then after stopping and shaking her head violently (as if she could shake the thoughts of Spencer off her) she started running again shoving her way past people this time she checked each alley looking for a familiar fire escape. She found one, the wall next to the fire escape had a faded angry, graffiti elephant on it and in really cool looking letters that were hard to read it said: We never forget. Full speed at the fire escape she launched herself into the air yanking the ladder down she scaled the escape taking her perch on the rooftop as she finally allowed herself to cry. She let all the gasps and shudders out while saline spilled over her cheeks. She hated everyone else in the world, feeling pity for herself -one of the few times she'd let herself feel that way.

Worst of all Sam couldn't get rid of the taste of Spencer's tongue. It tasted as good as ham, maybe better - and god did she hate how much she liked it.

"Good job, Spencer." Carly Growled, "I hope your happy with yourself because me and Freddie just spent the last two hours looking for Sam... In the rain!" she shook out her umbrella gestured to the soaking wet bottoms of her pants.

"Did you find her?" Spencer asked from the couch where Carly had commanded him to sit and stay for the past two hours. Freddie closed the front door behind him and joined Carly in staring annoyed at Spencer.

"Does it look like we did?" Freddie said. Spencer looked down in shame and frustration, they weren't giving him a chance to explain anything, everytime he tried one of them would shut him down and take him on another guilt trip. He already felt terrible and wasn't even sure why Sam had run away.

"Sam is just seventeen, and you know what, she trusted you." Freddie took Carly's hand and guided her upstairs to her room, Spencer normally would have complained about them being in a room alone together, but he didn't care at the moment. He grabbed his cell and dialed Sam's number, his thumb hovered over the 'send call' button. She hadn't answered Carly or Freddie's calls, but maybe, just maybe he would answer for him. He wouldn't know what to say, knowing his luck he might just upset her more. But his lips we're still throbbing for her, and his heart felt like it was clawing its way out of his chest in an attempt to go after Sam. He tapped the call button and watched a picture of Sam and him making funny faces pop-up as his call was sent. Seeing her happy face pressed next to his brought a silly little smile to his face. He never realized how she had that effect on him.

Sam's phone rang again. She flipped it open to see if it was Carly or Freddie. The snow had turned to rain and she shivered, her clothes were drenched, and she knew it was about time that she went home. Although she'd rather stay out and catch a cold than go home to her shitty house, with her shitty mother, and her shitty life. She looked at her screen it was Spencer's name that occupied it. From past experiences of ignoring calls she knew there was only about twenty more seconds for her to answer the phone. She spent those twenty seconds thinking about all the reason she shouldn't answer, the biggest one being that all he wanted to do was bullshit his way back into her good graces. And Samantha J. Puckett don't take bullshit, so she gritted her teeth and watched the call go to voice mail. Once her screen went black, her anger disappeared and hurt replaced it. While thinking of all those reasons she shouldn't have answered she'd come up with one dumb reason she should have: She wanted him to say something that would fix everything and some how lead to her in his arms or back under his better-tasting-than-ham-lips.

She didn't answer. It made Spencer feel dumb for thinking she might want to talk to him. he was about to chuck his phone straight across the room but just as he wound his arm back his phone went off, ringing and vibrating in his hand. Pulling the screen back in front of his face he saw the silly picture of him and Sam accompanied with her number.

"Sam..." he answered delicately as though if he spoke in too harsh of a tone the phone would spontaneously combust (which actually could happen to him, but that would be really inconvenient at the time). There was no answer, but Spencer Knew she was there. "I'm sorry. For whatever I did. I didn't mean..." he choked on his words, unable to say what he wanted to, "I don't even know what's happening... I just want to know if you're okay."

"I'm fine." Her voice came through the reciever sounding clear and confident. But Spencer knew better than to trust her voice, because he'd seen her lies first hand.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but maybe you could come over... and see me. You don't have to say anything, I don't have to say anything. Whatever you want."

"What about Carly and Freddie?"

"They're upstairs in Carly's room."

"Get them to leave." She said and the line went dead.


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and the next chapter will be much more romantic and hot.