So, this is still pretty short, only about three hundred words longer than iAmbitious. However, this is the last one that was already completely written in my notebook, so for chapter three I'll know to write like ten pages.

Disclaimer: I do not own a bunny. Therefore, I am not Dan Schneider. Which also means I don't own iCarly.


Sam Puckett was not easily confused. Sure, she didn't care about school, but that didn't mean she wasn't smart or couldn't keep up. She could figure out someone's intentions, and decide if someone genuinely liked her or not. She immediately knew that Carly was a total goody-goody, that Spencer was crazy, and that Gibby belonged in an institution. But one person always left her completely baffled.

That person, that boy, that techy nub that she constantly harassed, was absolutely impossible to figure out. She knew the facts, of course; His mom was psychotic, his father had left, and he had a ridiculous crush on Carly. Sam herself had been his first kiss, and he had been hers. Those things she knew without a doubt, but his feelings toward her, or toward anyone but Carly, were a mystery. She couldn't read him like she could read others, and lately his very presence scattered her brain in fourteen different directions; it frustrated her.

All week Sam had been a little off kilter. She knew she'd been acting strange, and she knew everyone had noticed. Carly was being obnoxious about it, nagging her over hanging out with Freddie and Brad, and now insisting that she make a move and get her feelings out there. Freddie was suspicious, not catching that she was acting different because she liked someone, but thinking she was up to something devious and potentially illegal, and then making up a two-headed amphibian to get the blond alone with Brad. Even the stupid Mood Face app knew something was up. It had started the whole problem in the first place and confirmed what she'd been internally arguing about for nearly a year; slowly but surely, she really had fallen for the nub. At least no one had figured it out. They all thought she was in love with Brad, which she could deny without feeling the pang of sadness she felt when she said she hated Freddie.

Now, sitting in the courtyard, Sam thought back to the times she had almost let her secret out. The day she realized she really liked him, when he'd been hit by the bike messenger, or the day she and Freddie went to pick out furniture for Carly's new room. When he'd hired Ashley, and when everyone went to Los Angeles to interrogate Steven. There had been a lot of close calls. Sighing, Sam lifted a water bottle to her mouth.

"Yo, yo," she looked up to see Freddie peeking around the side of the door.

"Carly send you to find me?"

"Nope," Freddie replied, popping the 'p'. Sure she didn't, Sam thought. Like you'd come find me of your own accord.

"Oh, so you don't know we had a little argument," Sam rolled her eyes. Go away.

"She told me about your little argument," Freddie leaned up against the brick wall. "I just said she didn't tell me to come find you."

"Good."

"Carly's right," he said. Sam groaned as dramatically as she could. "Groan all you want."

"I don't care what your stupid PearPad app says about me being in love. I'm not into Brad like that," she rolled the water bottle between her hands.

Freddie sighed. "Lately, every time I tell you that Brad and I are doing something together, you want to come hang with us."

"And that means I'm in love with him?"

"Well you hate me!"

"I never said I hate you," Sam mumbled guiltily.

"Yeah you have! Like nine hundred times. I still have the birthday card you gave me that says Happy Birthday, I hate you…Hate, Sam!"

"Just leeeave," she pointed to the door.

"Fine, I'll leeeeeave."

"Bye."

"But before I go-"

Sam stood. "That's it! Get out of here before I do a double fist dance on your face."

"You can threaten your double fist face dancing all you want. But Carly's still right," He looked up, then continued. "Look, I know it's scary for you to put your feelings out there. 'Cause you never know if the person you like is gonna like you back. Everyone feels that way. But you never know what might happen if you don't-"

And then Sam was closing the gap between them and pressing her lips to his. Freddie froze, arms still held out in explanation. Crap, I've completely freaked him out, Sam thought. After a full eleven seconds, she stepped back and looked up at him. The look of shock and confusion she saw confirmed her fears.

He blinked a few times. "I-"

"Sorry," she averted her eyes from his in shame. Showing him how she felt had been a terrible mistake.

"It's cool," Freddie spluttered out, the look on his face saying it most certainly was not cool.

They stood there for a moment, completely silent, looking around like awkward little kids who'd just kissed under the big slide.

"No," Sam finally forced out. "It's not. I- I shouldn't have," she grabbed her water bottle and made to leave.

"It wasn't Brad," he said, still processing the situation. It wasn't a question. It was more of a fact, and he sounded just as baffled as she felt.

"No chizz."

Then Sam ran, her emotions going crazy, tears beginning to leak from her eyes. Stop it Sam, Pucketts don't cry. She only stopped running when she came to the locked main door of the school.

It took her a full minute to pick the lock and escape into the cool night air.


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