So this chapter is like my number three favorite, i think. Just so many favorites. The best thing about this story is it wasn't planned. I just randomly started typing it. That's awesome! Anyways, I'm sitting at school, waiting on my ride, and i thought, hey, I could post this chapter. I should be updating Time Fix, but I keep forgetting to type the rest of chapter 7. I almost posted it, but then I read it and realized it was incomplete. Sorry, but here's a new chapter of this story!


Okay, so I had been doing a lot of random, un-me things. Most of them, well, all of them, relating to Sam. There was that kiss on the couch, and that make out thing in front of our psychology class. Sam, needless to say, was not happy about it. Hence the many wedgies, swirlies, and pranks against me. I didn't know how to describe this feeling. Sam just made me feel… I don't even know how to describe it. It just feels really good. I mean to get Sam, you have to be a pretty assertive guy. You can't be a cream puff. That's why I joined the rugby team. Of course I could only play when my mom wasn't at the games, so I may have played about three times total.

We were shooting iCarly and I was following them with the camera. Yes, I was staring at Sam longingly, and she would occasionally send a frown my way. Carly would smile sympathetically, and continue working.

"Sam, we need something to do for the next 10 minutes of the show," Carly said peppily.

"I know," Sam said with a smile.

She glared at me.

"Let's beat up Freddie."

"No, Sam, we are not going to beat up Freddie," Carly sighed.

She faced the camera.

"Sam and Freddie have been having some issues lately."

"I said I was sorry," I sighed.

I turned the camera towards me.

"I said I was sorry."

"Sorry's not good enough you dork."

I had the camera facing towards Sam, and I shivered a little from the dark look in her eyes.

"You know what," Carly suggested, "Let's play a round of…"

She hit a button on Sam's remote. Sam was still busy glaring at me.

"Hey, hey, hey what am I tickling you with?" the music played.

"Alright," Carly exclaimed, "We have my brother Spencer helping us out with this one."

"Hi, guys!"

"Sam's gonna hold the camera, since we don't trust her near Freddie at the moment."

Spencer took the camera from me and handed it to Sam. I gulped and quickly switched spots with her, keeping my distance.

"Okay, now we're going to blindfold Freddie," Carly announced to the viewers.

She placed a blindfold over my eyes and tied it in the back.

"Spencer, press the button to tell the people what we're tickling Freddie with!"

"Pressing the button."

The next thing I knew, I was being tickled with something thick and had sharp corners.

"Freddie, what are we tickling you with?"

"Uh, is it a notebook?"

"Nope," Spencer exclaimed excitedly.

"Guess again," Carly said.

"Uh, uh. Is it a telephone?"

This went on until time ran out and they pulled the blindfold off.

"It's a VCR!"

I blinked a couple of times, and gave Carly and Spencer a 'what the heck' look.

"A VCR?"

"Yes," Spencer said, "I found it in my room while I was looking for what the source of the funny smell was that was under my bed."

Carly looked at me and then we looked at Sam. Even though she was upset with me, she gave the same look Carly and I had given her. Ew. Carly dropped the VCR immediately.

"Hey!"

Spencer picked up the VCR, then walked out, telling it Carly meant no harm.

"Okay," Carly said, shivering in disgust a bit, "Sam, hand the camera back to Freddie."

I was scared stiff to go near Sam and get the camera. It must have showed.

"Calmly, Sam, and if you don't harm him, I'll make you dinner."

Needless to say, I was totally fine now. Sam wouldn't hurt me if her dinner was on the line. I slowly stepped towards her and reached out for the camera. She regained her glare, making me gulp, but still I went for the camera. Her blonde hair swayed into her face a bit, making her look even scarier. Even more beautiful. Then the words came out before I could stop them.

"Go out with me."

I could've sworn I'd seen fire in her eyes. Her grip tightened on the camera. I barely registered Carly talking to us.

"Uh, guy's, we're still live."

"I know, you didn't say what I think you just said."

"Okay!" Carly exclaimed, "That's the end of iCarly for tonight, we'll see you later."

Sam dropped the camera and chased me down, while I ran screaming for my life and Carly went to cut the feed.

Sam had me by my shirt collar now, holding me close to her, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Sam! Calm down," Carly yelled, "We're clear. Sam!"

She ran over to us and pulled Sam off of me.

"Sam, I'm sorry," I said, "It- it just slipped, and I-"

"What the heck is wrong with you, Freddie!?" Sam shouted.

I shrunk back a little and looked at Carly. She nodded and left the room.

"I just, I don't know."

"You're acting all weird and stuff."

She brushed off her red flannel shirt, and paced a little.

"I know."

I walked over to one of the beanbags and plopped down on it. Sam had her arms folded, eyeing me curiously.

"You joined the Rugby team."

I gave her a soft smile, and gazed into her eyes.

"You said you liked Rugby players."

Which is the real reason I did join. I told my mom it was so I could build up my muscles and be more healthy.

"You kissed me on Carly's couch."

"I couldn't help it. I was just," I mumbled the last bit, "caught up in the moment."

"The kiss in class?" she questioned.

"I wanted to," I stated simply, "We got an A."

I joked with her. She rolled her eyes and sat on the beanbag next to me. Her blonde curls bouncing as she did so.

"You… You…." she sighed, "Yo- you-"

She seemed to be having trouble getting it out, so I helped her.

"I like you. Yeah."

My eyes stayed on the wooden floor. It was a nice wooden floor. I heard her sigh.

"You could've just told me instead of doing all- that."

I whipped my head to her.

"Really?"

I could've saved myself the humiliation and torture if I had just told her this after our first kiss?

"Yeah," she replied as if it were obvious, "I mean, yeah, I would've teased you a little."

I gave her a readable look. 'Really?'

"Okay, a lot."

I smiled.

"So… do you like me?"

She scoffed, and my smile faded.

"Look, dork. I'll go out with you, if you agree to stop it with your P.D.A."

"…Really?"

Sam sighed, "Yeah, just.. Stop it."

I grinned.

"Okay."


Seddiness at it's finest. Don't you love it? I could probably be doing my psych work, but it's not due until next week, and I haven't even read the chapter. Reviews will brighten my cold day, just so you know. My feet are freezing... For some odd reason that reminded me of She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. An awesome Maroon 5 song, Story. I love that song, and Not Falling Apart, oh, Goodnight, Goodnight- oh, rambling. I do that sometimes.