A/N: I'm sooooo sorry this took forever to update! I've had so much homework and I'm working on a community service project for girl scouts. This chapter will be longer…

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

{Freddie POV}

I really wanted to pretend like I didn't know what Sam was talking about when she asked me why I asked that. But I knew it would come up eventually, so I figured I'd just tell her.

"I-I don't really know, Sam," I said. She stared at me blankly, before saying, "I told you I needed to talk to you about something important, and the first thing that you thought was that I wanted to get back together?"

"Well, um…" I stuttered, "Look, Sam it's been on my mind a lot."

"Really? Well, I guess you don't have anything else to think about except your lame sci-fi stuff and new ways to hide from your freak show mother."

"Yes, really, I think about it all the time."

"You actually miss me?

"I actually do."

"Freddie, I miss you, too."

Holy chiz, did that blonde-headed demon just say that? Wow, and she even called me Freddie. Not Fredward, or Fredbag, or Nub. Freddie. I stood up, shaking my head. She was probably wondering why I was wandering around like a freak. A second later, without a word, she stood up and wrapped her arms around me, then stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. She pulled away and smiled at me, then turned away and headed out the door.