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Oh, and, I asked you guys what your favorite lines were and moments and such so I would just like to put out that most of you liked when Sam and Freddie were texting between eachother. Do the same for this chapter? Thanks :D.

Also, I'm going to try something new, when you are reading this, you should put the song, " We'll be a Dream" (We the Kings) on to set the mood of the chapter, towards the end of the chapter, though. I think I'm going to be doing this for this story.

Disclaimer: No… I don't own iCarly…

(Freddie POV)

"Go fish…" Sam yawned, and scratched under her eye which was red, like the rest of her. Same with me, chicken pox stink.

"Got any fours?" She said.

"Go fish." I said yawning.

I was so itchy, I hate it so much I feel like… like, jumping off the monkey bars at the park. Oh yeah. That's how bad it is. (A/N- Dorky Freddie : ) )

Sam threw all her cards across the floor, "THIS. GAME. IS. SO. ANNOYING. Let's play something else!"

I scratched my leg, and replied, "Like what?"

Her face this up, and she smirked… evily, "Truth or dare."

You don't know how much I wanted to say no. But then she would make fun of me, and think I have a big secret, and bug me about it forever. She would call me a chicken, too, to make things better.

"Uh… okay." I said. I hate this game, I hate getting asked questions I don't wanna answer. I scratched my elbow.

She smirked, "Alright. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." I said.

"Dang, I wanted you to pick truth, but okay let me think…"

She thought for a few seconds, and grinned, "I dare you, to call Carly and tell her that we are dating. I want to see her reaction! Oh my gosh, she'd probably be so shocked I don't even know what she would do! Oh, you HAVE to do that!"

My eyes got huge, and nervous, and I could feel the blush on my cheeks, "Uh, different one, please?" I said, a little awkwardly.

"No way Fredward, that's not how this game works."

Oh why didn't I just say no to this game?

I sighed, and scratched my cheek, that had several red dots on it. Disgusting, and I hate looking like this in front of Sam. I mean, I feel comfortable with her, but I would rather not look sick and red and blotchy, but it makes me feel better that she looks the same. I hated admitting that to myself, but I can't help my thoughts.

"Uh, okay. But you have to do mine next." I told her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I will, now dial!" She said anxiously.

I picked up my phone and dialed Carly's cell phone number.

It rang twice, and then she picked up.

"Hey, Freddie, how's it going with Sam? I half expected you to be dead by now. But I know you guys have been getting a long better now, so I should start to expect better, I guess. Anyway, what's up?" She asked. She didn't even let me say a simple, "Hi," yet.

The phone was on speaker, so Sam held back a small laugh.

"Um, okay," I chuckled nervously, and gave Sam a look that showed that I really didn't want to do this. But she didn't seem to care about my feelings, "Carly, I don't know how to tell you this but-"

"How sick is Sam? It's Sam isn't it. I bet she's in the hospital, right? She scratched so much that now she's in the hospital? Right? Oh man, she's probably dying in there right now, she really hates hospitals. It's like her worst fear… part of the reason why she beats up a lot of people, she's prepared to defend herself always. But, don't tell her I said that. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but I keep telling her that it's not a big deal, but whatever. Anyway, when are we allowed to see her in the hospital?"

I looked over to Sam, who's face was so red, it almost matched the chicken pox. She didn't meet my eyes though.

I never knew Sam had fears. But I didn't know a lot about Sam. I'm starting to think she has a lot to hide in her mind. A lot that no one really knows about her.

I smiled to her. Not in a cruel way, but I guess a reassuring way. Just letting her know it's cool. I guess.

I actually did think it was… a different side of Sam. She's not as vicious as we all think, she's just always ready to defend herself.

She didn't see my smile, though, since she didn't look at me.

Anyway, back to the phone call. Jeez, Carly talks a lot. This is why I text her more than call her, not that it's much of a difference, except she can't cut me off in texting.

"Carly," I said, "Sam's not in the hospital. But I just wanted to let you know that we are… together now." I tried to say without laughing.

"WHAT?" She yelled into the speaker.

"Uh… yeah. Gotta go, bye." I hung up, and started cracking up.

Sam wasn't blushing anymore, and she was laughing, too.

Then a second later, Sam's phone rings. No surprise that it was Carly.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"You're dating, FREDDIE? What's happening to the world?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm dating him now." She said, picking the nail polish off her nails.

I know that Carly did her nails for her a few weeks ago for the school dance. I heard Sam's arguing from Carly's room.

I was actually starting to like this dare. It was… amusing. So this is how Carly would react if we were dating.

"But… WHY?" she asked, "You hate him!"

"Yeah, well it's a long, weird story. Maybe I will tell you it sometime… but it's 12 AM kid, go to sleep. Oh and by the way," Sam said.

"Yeah?" Carly asked.

"I'm joking. I would never date the nub. Well, night Carls!" She said, and hung up, without waiting for Carly's answer.

Sam and I both laughed, even though it actually kind of wounded me when she said she would never date me. But, I don't care. Why would I care, I wouldn't date her, would I? No, of course not.

"Okay," I said, when I finally got a break from laughing, "I'll admit that was good."

"Mama does pick good dares." She smirked.

I smiled, "My turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." She said.

"When Carly asked if you liked the kiss, what would you have said?" I asked, without even thinking it through in my mind, and boy I wish I did. I regret saying that, she's gunna cause me pain in three, two, one…

"Yeah." She mumbled.

I blinked, "Uh… yeah, you liked it?"

"Yeah." She repeated, "Don't let it get to your head Fredlumps." She blushed again, but looked at me seriously.

I actually liked it when she blushed. It's part of that other side of Sam. The one that's not cause physical and mental pain.

But I don't think I heard her right. She just said "yes" she liked the kiss? No she didn't. She didn't say that. There was no way. She didn't say that. But did she? Maybe I heard right? I mean, she said "yeah" to my question. So she did like it. She liked the kiss. Woah.

"Really?" I asked.

"Um, I don't like you Freddie." She said, a little angrily, "but it was my first kiss. It was exciting, so yeah, I'm not gunna lie."

"Oh." I said, looking at my carpet.

"Well, you have to answer it if I did!" She said loudly.

"Answer what?" I asked, avoiding the question for as long as I can.

"Don't give me that Fredward, did you like the kiss?" She asked, looking me right in the eye, it kind of scared me.

I looked down to my carpet again, at this moment it seemed to be very interesting.

"Um…" I mumbled. Just say it Freddie. Say it.

"SPIT IT OUT FREDDIE!" She yelled.

I panicked, and didn't want her to hurt me, "Yes! Okay, yeah, I guess I liked it. Because it was my first kiss, too. Exciting… you know?" I said, nervously and quickly.

"Yeah, I'm glad I got it over with. But that was it. And now it's my turn to ask a question."

"Okay," I gulped, this game was getting… kind of scary.

"If you could," She began, "would you kiss me again?"

She didn't just say that. I sighed, but she just did.

"Umm… would you?"

"You answer first!" She demanded.

"You say it!" I shouted.

"No, you!"

"NO, you!"

"SAY IT FREDDORK!" She yelled.

"No!" I said, and right after that I felt lips crushing mine. Sam's lips. Sam's lips were crushing mine. Sam's lips were kissing mine. Sam was kissing me.

I like it. I'm just going to admit it now. Not to her, but to myself.

I, Fredward Benson, like Sam Puckett. But she still drives me crazy.

But I don't know if I want her as my girlfriend. I don't think that would be good. At all. So I don't know what happens after this kiss. I want to pretend it didn't happen… again.

She pulled away, looking as if she was shocked, too, with herself.

"Um, okay. Well, I'm going to sleep." She stated, and grabbed the sleeping bag, "I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

I was still shocked from the kiss, "Uh, okay."

This was going to be an awkward rest of the week with chicken pox.

A/N: Okay, tell me what you thought! Shocked? Me too, actually. I didn't plan on writing that, but I'm glad I did.

What was your favorite funny line/ part?

Favorite Seddie line/ part?

Do you think it is going to be really awkward for the next week they have to spend together?

Should I put the next chapter in Sam's point of view? See what she thought of this kiss? Or keep her thoughts a mystery?

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