Yay! An update. This isn't the last chapter, but I'm not sure whether to continue with a bunch more, or just do two or three and finish it, so if you review, please give me some opinion :)

Disclaimer: Even if I told you I owned iCarly, you wouldn't believe me.

Sam POV

Carly and Gibby were heard coming down the stairs, a little bit noisily, as though to warn us they were coming, so I put some distance between Freddie's mouth and my own. Freddie pouted slightly, but I ignored him, and walked towards the fridge, as if I was eating all along.

He realized my intentions, and plopped down on the couch, turing on the TV to Celebrities Under Water. Honestly, it's not all that interesting to see D-list actors almost drown to death, but Carly seems to be the only one that agrees with me.

Pulling out a piece of ham from the fridge, I turned around to see Carly and Gibby had already joined Freddie at the couch. Great, there was no room for me.

Noticing the issue, Freddie moved his butt down over the the ground, and patted the spot right next to him. Glad to have someone to be next to, I sat down right beside him, and put my head on his shoulder. It reminded me of the a week ago when we weren't even officially together. That was now my most favorite day of my life.

Numerous times I tried reaching for the remote so that I could change the channel, but Freddie made sure it was out of my reach. And I was too lazy to wrestle him.

Finally the show ended, having Nathan Kress win the event (I had to admit that guy was pretty cute- I love the show he works on, the producer, Stan Pschneider is the best), when the doorbell rang.

Carly, being the most peppy out of all of us, went to go get the answer it. The cucumber-melon scented door swung open to reveal none other than Griffin.

That nub. I hate him worse than Nevel. And I reserve a lot of hate for Nevel. But I guess I had to give him some credit. Without him, Freddie would have never dreamed of kissing me. Or dreamed that I actually liked him.

I actually let out a growl, but Freddie patted my arm, and I calmed down instantly. It's funny how Carly and Freddie are the only ones that can do that. Well, sometimes it doesn't work for either, but if anyone else pat me like that, I would rip their hand off.

"Hi," he muttered, not looking Carly in the eye. Even though she wasn't facing me, I could tell she was giving him one of her death glares, ones she reserves for cases like these.

She didn't answer, so he continued awkwardly. "Do you mind if I come in?"

Ha! Did she mind? He kissed her out of the blue last week without her consent, after using me! And then he had the nerve to come up here and ask to come in?

To all my surprise (and Gibby's and Freddie's), she said yes to him. And I wasn't sure if I was seeing right, but I saw a little hurt in Gibby's eyes. Huh, I need to ask my mom for glasses. Or contacts.

"Thanks, babe," he smirked, regaining his cockiness, and swooped down to kiss her cheek. Luckily, she turned her head in time for him to only reach her hair. Poor hair.

"Don't. Touch. Me." she whispered through her clenched teeth. He leaned as far back as his spine would let him, suddenly intimidated again.

He was lucky too, that it was her and not me, because I would have done something that probably send me to jail for six months. Or more.

But he strode on in anyways, his eyes zeroing in on me. Freddie protectively blocked me from his view, but I stood up, and tried not to shout. "What do you want?"

"Relax. I just wanna talk to Sam outside," he smirked flirtatiously at me, and I recoiled, repulsed at his weak attempts in winning me over.

But I could retort sarcastically with a series of profanities, Freddie responded. "She doesn't need you. She's got me now."

Griffin chuckled. Then he saw the serious expressions on all four of our faces, and realized what he said was true. Then he exploded in full-out laughter.

"You- you- hooked up- with- that- dork?" he continued his raucous laughter, only to be stopped abruptly by the roughness of me yanking his collar.

"You got a problem with that?" That line, used so many times, by so many people, still works.

"N-no," he stuttered. Oh, so he's bipolar too? He (annoyingly) keeps changing his attitude.

"Sam, calm down," this time, it was Carly, who was attempting to soften my attitude this time.

"Fine." I sighed. Carly should win the award for best future parent.

"I just want to talk to her outsi-" he was cut off.

"Look, we have iCarly to rehearse, so why don't you just come back later with your little play pretties?" Freddie said harshly. I honestly didn't think he had it in him, but he really didn't have a vicious undertone to his voice. Learning from mama, everyday. I smiled to myself. But then I realized- could he be jealous? I didn't think we'd get to that stage yet, but apparently, we were there.

"Jealous?" I turned around and mocked his tone from the time he had questioned my jealousy over Carly and Freddie. I could tell he was trying not to smile at that one.

Griffin raised an eyebrow, before saying, "You coming?"

Freddie still looked anxious, but then Carly put an arm on his shoulder, gave him a reassuring look, and he nodded at me. How could they both be okay with this? I sighed, and trudged unwillingly outside the door with Griffin, slamming it shut behind me. I still felt self-conscious though, probably 'cause I knew one of them would be looking through the peephole.

"What?" I demanded.

He had that glint of shame in his eyes, but mixed with it was a vague layer of insincerity. Unlike the last time we really talked face to face.

"Get to it, nub, or I'm going back in," I screeched furiously.

He muttered something, which sounded like "That's what she said," and I was about to pummel in his puny little head, until the door opened behind him.

Mrs. Benson. I swear, it'd be horrible for the person who'll end up having her as a mother-in-law. I then realized that that person could possibly end up being me.

"Oh. Hello, Samantha." Things got a little awkward between us after last week, when she caught me and her son, her poor, innocent son who was corrupted by some rowdy girl, kissing in Carly's apartment.

"Who's your friend?" she questioned. "You aren't hanging out with other boys behind my son's back?" she started to get paranoid.

"No, Freddie knows I'm here," I replied. It's going to take some getting used to this, because if I'm going to date Freddie, I might need to go through this quite a bit.

"Okay, then." she closed the door again, but I had the feeling she too, was staring at us through our peephole. Great, surrounded on both sides.

Griffin sighed and ruffled his hair, unaware of our present eavesdropping spies. "Look, Sam, I honestly do like you." I snorted. Since when was that ever true?

He continued. "And I just really thought Carly was into me, so I thought maybe we could get back together. But, honestly, she seems more interested in that shirtless potato now, than me."

"Don't insult Gibby! That's my job!" It felt really odd defending Gibby, but I guess I'd consider him a friend now. "And by the way, I'd gladly choose a shirtless nub over a Pee-Wee-baby-obsessed jerk any day. As would every other girl on the planet."

He just smirked at my viciousness. "I just thought, you know, maybe you'd still be interested in me. But I guess you're with a techdork now anyways."

I only heard the first part of what he said. "I'm nobody's second," I retorted.

"Really? 'Cause I thought Benson had a crush on Carly first. Then she rejected him, and you came along," he snapped back. "And if you ask me, it still looks like he's interested in the brunette."

I didn't have a response to that. Nothing. Zero. My thoughts was free. And that's because what he said was true.

In my blind anger, I swiveled around on the sole of my foot and stomped back into Carly's apartment, otherwise known as my temporary home during the school week.

Freddie stood up immediately, and looked genuinely concerned. "What'd he want?"

I glared at him. Carly went and stood next to them, and for a second, they looked like a couple, standing there in unison. Suddenly, Griffin's words make complete sense.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

Hi to all the people who weren't bored halfway through this story. Thanks for getting this far. Short, but this is one of my favorite chapters.

I'm trying my hardest to work on this all with school stuff, so I'll try to get Chapter 15 by next week.

And I just wanted to clarify, in the last chapter, there was a typo. It was a week, not a day, from the day that "iBeat the Heat" took place in my story.

Please, please, please review, feedback would be amazing. :)))