It's been about a week since Freddie confronted me. He hasn't seem too out of the ordinary but I know he's been observing me a lot more closely seeing if I seemed off or not.

Nub.

So lately I have to be even more careful than I was before. I had to make sure it seemed I never am high or too relaxed. It sucked.

"Sam?"

I heard my best friend squeak my name. I looked over at Carly as we were getting ready to go out tonight. It's a Friday and the iCarly trio wanted to have fun. But of course, not too much fun.

"Carly for the last time I said go with the jeans shorts and black crop top!" I rolled my eyes. God, she can never be pleased with the way she looks. Doesn't Carly know she's literally the hottest girl at our school? Damn.

"No, not that," Carly turned glanced at me in the mirror while she was putting waves in her dark brunette hair with a curling iron. "When you and Freddie dated… did you guys, like, ever hooked up?"

I almost choked on my Peppy Cola.

"What?" I croaked out when I finally got my breath.

Carly turned around after she curled her last strand of hair. "You know what I mean."

"Carly, why are you asking me this?" I mean, out of everyone I know Carly never talks about sex or anything around that neighborhood. Hell, she can't even say the word penis without turning a shade of red.

"I'm curious," she shrugged.

"Ah… I mean, it was five months ago… we broke up in the elevator, remember?"

"You mean you two broke up after you guys made out on my bed and after you guys headed over to your house."

"How do you know that?"

Does this girl have me chipped? I know Freddie has a chip in his head because of his psycho mom just geeze.

"Please," Carly scoffed, "I saw you two walking down the street basically attacking each other in public when I was talking on the phone with Gibby about how we had to cancel the Dr. Lobster segment for the next weeks show… and not the usual attacking but the 'just forget about a condom lets do this' attacking."

"What in the world has gotten into you? We never talk about this."

"I'm curious. Lately Freddie's just been weird around you again. Like after you two broke up weird."

He has?

"I don't know what you're talking about, Carls. I wouldn't let the nub put his nub in me."

Carly shuddered, "okay ew, first of all. Second, how was it?"

"We didn't do the nasty!"

"Say what you will, Sam."

"Are you calling me a liar?!"

"I aint' calling you a truther!"

I threw up my arms in defeat, "Fine! Freddie and I banged! Okay?!"

"Figured," Carly smirked. I swear if I didn't love her so much I would have thrown my soda at her.

"Jesus," I hissed.

Carly walked over to her bed and sat down next to me putting a hand on my leg. She picked out my outfit for tonight- dark washed-out skinny jeans and a black tanktop with a purple watercolor rose on it.

"I didn't mean to interrogate you."

"Whatever," I took a sip from my can.

"I just knew you'd never admit to it unless I kept bugging you. It's okay to say that your first time was with Freddie."

I groaned, "uughhh, don't remind me, please."

"Ha," Carly sarcastically laughed. "Pretend all you want, Puckett, but I know you love the kid."

"Shut up!"

Carly winked at me before getting up and picking out black heels. I was just going to stay loyal to my trusty black converse.

"Ready to go?" She asked before putting a gold ring on her middle finger on her right hand.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

…

Carly, Freddie, and I both walked to Brad's house since we knew no one would be able to drive after a while. Carly was complaining about how her feet were hurting but that's what she gets for wearing heels. I was perfectly fine in my black converse. Freddie on the other hand, was looking pretty… not… nubby. He had on blue jeans that Carly got for him for Christmas and a nice fitted red penny-t that said 'wet dog' on it.

"Okay guys, now lets remember the rules," Freddie said a couple of blocks away from Brad's house. I groaned, we do this everytime.

"No glove, no love." Carly said while putting lipgloss on.

"Never take a strangers offer for a drink," I rolled my eyes.

"If you start having trouble to walk, stop drinking."

"If you smoke pot, smoke responsibly."

"Keep your phone on you always."

"And never," Carly started.

"Ever," I sighed.

"Get in a car with an intoxicated person." We finished together.

"Good!" Freddie smiled proudly.

"Okay, dad. Can we now go in the house?" I whined as we stopped in front of Brad's house door.

"Sam," Freddie warned.

"Woo!" I cheered. "Let's go get shitfaced!" I ran inside.

"Half, shitfaced, Sam!" Carly called out to me.

Let the fun begin.

…

Sooooooo, I'm drunk. Just a lil' bit. Maybe a lot. I don't know. I can still walk so technically so I'm not breaking the rules. Also I used up the amount of pills for the week so alcohol here I am.

Shit I'm dizzy. Where the hell is Frediola and Carly?

I look over squinting hearing my best friends laughing. Carly was standing-barely, flirting mega-hardcore with Brad. He also seems super into her as well. I have a sense that my brunette friend is going to get lucky tonight.

Wait, shit. Is Carly a virgin? No… yes? I should go ask her… but that'd ruin her A-game. What's an A-game anyways? Like, uno or some shit like that?

I walk over there, though I swear I'm floating, "Yo' Shay."

"Sam," Carly smiled at me but I could see the girl look as in 'say what you need to say then jet out cause I'm trying to get in Brad's pants cause I heard around the hallways that he's not only just good at making fudge but I do love you, Sam, but for reals' you should go away super soon as in now.'

"Ah, um," I slirred a lil bit. "Are you a vir-"

"Sam! I'm so glad to see you girl!" Wendy came in and swept me away from almost destroying my best friends chance at getting laid. But who knows, maybe if Carly was a virgin Brad would be even more into her. Guy logic.

"Wendy?" I got a lil excited. Maybe she has pills to share, that'd be pretty nice.

"Sorry, babe. No pills today," can she read my mind holy shit what.

"Can you read my mind?"

Wendy laughed, "Damn, Sam. Didn't think you'd be that fucked up already. You literally said it out loud."

What?

"Oh," I simply stated. Wendy patted my arm and walked away from me.

I need to pee.

I walked up the stairs though I don't really know how I did and opened two doors until I finally got the bathroom.

"Oh, chiz! Sorry," I said seeing a boy in the bathtub. I looked again realizing that it wasn't just a boy.

"Fredward?"

"Hey, Sam." Freddie looked like he's had enough partying for tonight. Dayum.

"You okay, buddy?" I smirked. I set down my red solo cup on the counter.

"Just feeling a lil'... sickish."

I laughed, what a wimp. I closed the shower curtains that had tropical fish on it.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I need to pee. Unless you wanna watch, Fredperve."

"I'm good."

After I did my business and flushed, washing my hands I pulled back the curtains. I plopped down on the left side of the tub, getting a weird look from the kid.

"Wha?" I rubbed my eyes. I'm getting tired. Shit man, I'm losing my partying game.

"You're going to stay in here?"

I shrugged, "I needa take a break anyways."

"How drunk are you?"

"Um, not that drunk." Pretty drunk.

I asked the same question, "you?"

"I can get up the stairs okay but I defiantly would be letting my mom have a heart attack. My head hurts, that's why I needed to get some space from everything."

To me that made no sense but okay.

"Okay," I commented.

"So you're just gonna stay in here with me? In the bathtub?"

"Yup," I yawned. After he said it, I had to agree, my head hurts like a bitch.

"Soooo," he was nervous I think.

"Soooo," I nodded my head.

"I hate this awkward thing between us," he mumbled.

"What awkward thing?" I asked. I swear I was in no mood for some heart-to-heart drunk talk in a bathtub today.

"You know since we broke up it's just been awkward…" He looked around the small aquarium themed bathroom.

"That's what happens when people break up," I said slowlyy rubbing my temples. Temples is a weird word to be honest. Te-mp-les.

"Yeah but we're still best friends, it's just been weird."

"Are you forgetting what we did right before we broke up?" I smirked. The Pink Kinky Vodka was definitely running through my veins right now.

His ears turned red, "yeah… can we not talk about that?"

"Why? Are you ashamed?" What a dick. He's embarrassed that he hooked up with a Puckett. He should be proud, not embarrased.

"No, no!"

I don't know if it was the alcohol or just the obvious anger but I'm upset. Really upset.

"Whatever, Fred...waz." It took me moment to come up with a nickname. My head was getting hit by baseball bats.

"It's true! I just… I don't know… I don't wanna talk about it."

"Well it happened. You and I were making my bed squeak."

"Sam! Shut up!"

"Why should I? Are you upset that Sam Puckett has your virginity?"

"Shit, just stop it!" Freddie was getting angry. He stood up glaring though he wabbled a bit.

I stood up too, on edge. "You broke up with me, Benson! You took my virginity then left me!"

"You're the one who told everyone it was you!"

"Yeah, so people wouldn't think I got broken up by a NUB."

"It was mutual!"

"Are you sure, Fredo? Are you really sure?"

"I… I think so." He stuttered. Holding his head by all the confusion. My thinking was in a blender-r-r-r. Shit, shit.

"You and I FUCKED, Freddie. If you can't get that through your nerdy ass brain then you can just fuck off!" I stumbled out of the bathroom hearing him call my name.

I can't think, I don't wanna think, I need an escape. A bigger escape because the alcohol was not filtering out the stress… the negative.

Pills. Pills. Pills.

I walked outside confused not really knowing how I ended up out here but I tried to focus on what direction my house was walking anyways.

Fuck Freddie Benson.

Not literally… but metaphorically.

Whatever. I know what I mean.

I think. Yeah.

Shit, outside is blurry and the next thing I see is just… blackness.