A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! Glad to know you like it :-). Now, here's a nice little Seddie chapter! Enjoy :-)

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CHAPTER 4

"A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for the one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy."

~George Jean Nathan

~*3 Years Ago*~

"And that's a wrap!" Freddie exclaimed, ending the latest episode of iCarly. The girls smiled and high-fived each other.

"Nice episode, guys!" Carly said.

"Best ever!" Sam added. Freddie smiled in agreement.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"I'm gonna go get some soda and make sure Spencer hasn't killed himself," Carly answered.

"We've only been up here for ten minutes," Sam replied. "What makes you think…" Sam was interrupted by a loud crash followed from a DAMMIT!! from the first floor.

"When you live with Spencer, you come to expect anything," Carly answered. She exited the studio and called down to Spencer

"What did you break this time?"

"Um…nothing…." Carly groaned and shut the door behind her as she began to make her way downstairs. Freddie had finished cleaning up his tech equipment, and proceeded to stand by his computer awkwardly. He looked up at Sam who was lounging on a beanbag chair, staring at the wall. He smiled as he looked at her. He'd always thought everything about her was beautiful, even her extremely guy-like eating habbits. He found his mind drifting back (not for the first time) to the night they each shared their first kiss on his fire escape. Before that day, Sam had been nothing but a very obnoxious sort-of friend. Afterwards, his entire preception of the girl changed. He began to look at her through new eyes; eyes that found her extremely attractive, not frightening. Sure, Freddie had had his share of girlfriends since that night in middle school, but none lasted more than a few months. He'd always found his heart aching for a certain blonde teen who made it a point to make him miserable all the time. In other words, no other girls he dated could ever measure up to the intense emotions he held for Sam.

Freddie decided that he and Sam would probably be in the studio together for a while, and tried to think of something to break the awkward silence and keep his thoughts from betraying him even more.

"So…" he began, looking at the blonde girl. She looked up at him, icy blue eyes meeting warm, brown ones.

"What up, dork?" she asked. Freddie ignored it, making his way over to the other beanbag chair.

"Remember that time you put a fish in my backpack in middle school?" he asked. Sam laughed.

"Then you handcuffed me to Gibby," she added. He shook his head.

"Can you believe what a big deal we made out of that?"

"Or how you acted like a pussy when I told everyone you'd never been kissed." Freddie's jaw dropped.

"That was a hard time in my life, no thanks to you," he fought back sarcastically.

"Please, you actually moped on your fire escape for days because people were making fun of you."

"Don't remind me," he grumbled. "Although I do recall a certain someone meeting me on the fire escape that night." Sam looked down, smiling shyly. Freddie could've sworn he saw a hint of pink creep across her cheeks.

"Yeah," she answered, "what of it?"

"Do you ever think about..." he started, his voice trailing off. She looked up at him, confusion swallowing her face. He wrung his hands nervously.

"About what?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me!"

"Alright," he finally gave in. He stopped himself before he went any further. "Wow."

"What?"

"Deja-vu," he answered. "We just need a fire escape and it'll be complete."Sam smiled, nodding.

"Well, a fire escape and one more thing," she answered. Freddie looked into her blue eyes, trying to conjure up the moment from so many years ago. "Well," Sam found herself whispering, "lean." Freddie smiled. He leaned toward the blonde girl slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. His lips landed softly on hers for a moment. He pulled away slowly, a goofy grin forming on his face.

"That was…" he started.

"Short," Sam grumbled. He looked at her, perplexed. She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him towards her, their lips meeting more roughly this time. Freddie felt himself lift out of his beanbag chair onto Sam's, holding himself above her delicate frame. He deepened the kiss, passing his tongue gently across her closed lips. She gladly granted him access. His spare hand began to trail up the small curves of his body and come to rest on her cheek. As the kiss became more intense, he heard Sam moan softly and press herself more firmly against him. Finally, Freddie pulled away for air. Sam's eyes were still closed, but she was breathing heavily.

"Now that," she whispered, "was nice." Freddie grinned. He leaned next to her ear.

"I hate you," he whispered in the same tone he'd used on that life-changing day nearly 3 years ago.

"Really?" she answered. "That sucks, because I kind of really like you." Freddie's heart caught in his throat.

"You..you what?" he asked, raising himself back up to look into her eyes. She shrugged.

"I like you, plain and simple."

"So…I guess that means you'd like to be my girlfriend?" Freddie asked nervously. Sam smiled.

"Definitely," she answered, pulling him down for another kiss.