Freddie's POV

I don't know what came over me! Carly left us alone for one minute (so she could go gelp my mom with something) and I ended up making out with Samantha Pucket! So many thoughts rushed through my head as we pulled away from eachother. I stared into her ocean blue eyes for a few long seconds before Sam spoke up in a hushed, flustered tone of voice.

"What just happened?" She spoke softly. How have I never noticed how beautifully soft her voice is? On the account that she's nearly always angry, upset or taking the piss outta me, you can hardly blame me for being so indifferent. Well, up 'til now that is.

Something just, came over me. Before I knew what I was saying, I'd told Sam I wanted to do it again and was leaning in towards her! And she wasn't trying to stop me! Oh dear god! How did this happen? I'm a good person. Or, try to be. But what was even scarier was the fact I was in total bliss. And before I knew it, my tongue was in her mouth! She tasted like raspberries. And ham... What a weird, and fantastic mix! Oh god, I sound insane! No, I sounded insane when I told Carly it'd be okay leaving me alone with Sam. Now, I am insane! Insane I say! Totalmente locura! But before I had any time to think more into it...

"AHHHHH!" Specer was standing in the doorway in a pool of half melted smootie. He carried on with his signiture scream for around about a minute when he stopped, the let out one more small one.

There was an eery silence and somehow I know I was going to be the one that had to break the silence.

"Hey Spence," I said sheepishly, raising one hand.

"What, were you, doing!" Spencer asked, hands flailing.

I looked over at Sam and she had had her head hung up until then. We stared at each other for a few moments then looked back towards Spencer.

"Well?" He asked, sounding a little impatiant and confused about what he had just witnessed. I mean, who wouldn't be? He'd just seen his little sister's two best friends - who are supposed to be mortal enemies - making out in his house. Okay, so it even sounds awful when I say it. Oh well, back to the story.

I had no idea what to say. Luckly Sam did.

"I was giving him mouth-to-mouth. He fell off the ladder and I gave him CPR." She lied, staring at Spencer with her flawless, lazer-focus.

He rose an eyebrow at her.

"With your tongue?" He said, putting a slight emphasis on 'tongue' as only Spencer can. Sam simply nodded.

There was a brief silence for a minute or two before Spencer spoke up in a cherpy tone.

"Well alright then. You two, clean this mess up."

"But-" He cut me off.

"Bye!" Spencer was out the door in a matter of micro-seconds.

I sighed. Typical Spencer. I could see Sam still staring at where he was. She still had that undiscribable look plastered on her face. She looked so deep in thought. Then she turned to me, her expression not faltering once.

"When's Carly getting back?" She asked, looking down towards her watchless wrist. And I could have swore I saw her cheeks slightly tinted red... Was Sam Pucket blushing? Nahh! Impossible!... Right? Well, I thought it was impossible for a girl to knock out a truck driver with only a carton of milk, but she proved me wrong on that one too.

Sam's eyes darted around the room nervously. She was obviously trying to avoid the subject. And to be honest, I didn't think now was the time either.

I gulped, the silence was scary as shit! I swear I'd never been that scared in my life! Except the first time we kissed...

Flashback

I was sitting on the fire escape by myself. Sam had humiliated me worldwide for the last time in my opinion. I was watching her and Carly doing iCarly in my laptop. It was amusing, even without me.

I sighed, knowing I probably wouldn't be missed. Staring up at the stars was a prefered passtime of mine. I helped me think.

Then suddenly, Sam was sitting behind me with a big bowel of meatballs.

"Hey..." She spoke softly.

"Hey," I replied in the same tone.

"Meatball?" She asked nonchallontly.

"No, thanks?" She sat the bowel down and sat on the windowsil, stretching out like her rabid cat, Frothy. I smirked at the thought. There was a long silence where er both just stared at the stars. It was such a beautiful night and I was so glad I got to enjoy it with Sam. But I'd never tell her.

"I'm sorry about what I said." She said quietly. I would've been more suprised, but after she admitted that she'd never kissed anyone either and stood up for me on iCarly, I couldn't really have been any more suprised right then.

We had a short descussion on he subject until I let out a chuckle.

"What?" She asked smiling.

"Nothing..."

"Tell me."

"Well I just thought that maybe-"

"-We, should kiss?"

"...Your gunna break my arm not aren't you?"

"No. Just to get it over with?"

"Just to get it over with."

"And then we go right back to hating each other?"

"Yup."

There was another short silence filled with the hoot of an owl.

"Well? Lean." She said, slightly annoyed.

I leaned in and so did she. Our lips met and I saw fireworks among the bright stars. The warmth of her soft lips could have lasted me many winters. She tasted of cherries... And ham. But it was amazing! After about 8 seconds, we pulled away and had an extreamly short, akward conversation. Then she left smiling, and left me smiling too.

I looked up at the stars and couldn't help but smile. I touched my lip and knew that I'd just fallen for Samantha Joy Pucket... I must be going insane. But one day, I will make her mine. Even if it kills me...

"So, you wanna go grab a towel or what?" Sam asked impationatly.

I chuckled and slid out the door smiling to no one.

One day, she will be mine. I swear it...