Updaaate! Lucky for you guys, I have no homework today, yaaay! Except for this reading journal; Ehhh that can wait.

Chaaaaaaapter… 12? Yeah, 12.

Oh, and have I told you guys? I have lack of inspiration now. For Sam && Freddie d:

BUT NO WORRIES. I'm pretty sure they'll get together… again… if they broke up.

And plus, I remember Nathan Kress (Freddie) saying that Dan always leaves the whole relationship thingy open-ended so that if they ever want to get back to that story-ish thingy they can.

Don't give up hope guys!

Disclaimer: I do not not not not not not not nooooot own iCarly.

Sam's P.O.V.

~Flashback~

"I'm…sorry…" I said, running and disappearing at the corner,

"Sam!..." That's all I heard from him. I didn't hear anymore words.I bet he was gonna yell at me for making a move.

I run past every single door to the inside of the ship, forgetting everything that's happened during the cruise, except for that one moment when he and I kissed. Who am I kidding… He'll never love me. And I admit it, I do love him. I feel so stupid. I sprint to the very front of the cruise ship, hiding behind a crate. Damn, it's cold out here. I shiver.

"Sam?" I hear a familiar voice call.

~End Flashback~

"Who's… Who's that… Who are you?" I turn around, only to reveal a brown-haired boy, about 5'7 ft tall. Muscles showing off, and arms holding the blue blanket I was just using a while ago. "What do you want?" I questioned, trying to sound tough and trying not to burst into tears. I'm a Puckett. And Puckett's don't cry.

"I think you know who it is." He chuckled.

"Yeah. What do you want Fredilina?" I asked again.

"I want you." He answered.

I grew silent. That was an answer I wasn't expecting.

He sighed. "Sam, I need to talk to you… serious this time."

"Go… go away." I shivered, teeth clattering.

He saw me shivering, and decided to put the comfy blue blanket over us again. "I'm not going away, Sam. I… I really need to talk to you."

"About…?" I looked away. A tear was escaping my eye. I wiped it off quickly, quick enough so Freddie won't be able to catch it.

"Our… unique relationship."

"You mean as frenemies?"

"Kinda."

I was shocked, was does he mean by kinda?

"Look. I'm sorry, I made a move on you." I stared straight into his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You can torment me all you want, for revenge or something."

"Sorry? You don't need to say sorry, Sam. I—"

"Yeah, I need to say sorry. Because, I have feelings for you while you don't for me. I know," I took a breath. "I know you have a crush on Carly. I know that. And it's my fault for not letting you have that little weird dream of yours. I feel like I'm a wall or something that gets in the way of you getting to her. Ever since you banged your head on that fir hydrant, I've liked you. You kinda looked cute. Anyway, I thought this cruise would make it better… I thought I'd finally find someone to love me… Carly's so lucky. She has you to love her. While I have no one. I feel like a third-wheel. No, not even that! No one ever cares about me. They use me to get to Carly. She's all pretty, and girly, and fun, and—PERFECT. I'm nothing but a piece of crud to them." I couldn't take it anymore. I bursted into tears.

Surprisingly, Freddie grabbed me and pulled me into his arms tightly, not wanting to let go. "Sam… shhh… someone might hear you…" He laughed slighty. "You don't want that…"

I looked up at him, still tearing.

"Sam… Someone does care about you."

"Yeah, my mom."

"No, everyone does Sam. Your mom, Melanie, Carly, Spencer… and even me." He sighed. "I care about you."

I scoffed, "Yeah right. Just lie to the girl crying continuously to make her feel a whole lot better."

"I'm not lying Sam."

I tensed. His voice is so firm, which means he's actually telling the truth.

He must've felt me tense up. He held me tighter. "Ever since… ever since I gave Missy my ticket to that School on Sea thing. Look, Sam, I don't like Carly anymore. When me and her kissed, there wasn't any spectacular thing going on. But, on the other hand, when you and I first kissed… it was… wow. Words can't describe it. Sam, you are not the third wheel. You are just as perfect as any perfect girl in the world. Don't listen to anybody else, you're beautiful. You're funny. You're everything any guy could ask for."

"But… I tortured you all the time."

"No, Sam… I love the torturing. It helps our relationship better." He sighed again. "I love you. I want you to be in my arms all the time. I'll protect you in any way." He lightly kissed my forehead, which I clearly don't understand.

"I… love you too…"

"Do you now?" He teased. "You gotta mean it."

"No, I'll never say it ever again."

"C'mon, saaaay it." He said, poking my stomach.

"Okay, okay! I love you! There! Happy?"

"Yes."

He stared into my eyes. Blue meeting brown. In a flash, our lips were connected, picking up from where we left off a while ago.

A minute later, we broke apart. "So… you love me eh?" I asked, breathlessly.

"I sure do."

"So are we like… you know…"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Actually, I don't think so. I'm still single… no one has asked me yet…"

He rolled his eyes and smiled in his little cute smile. "Sam, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Sure."

"Yes or No?"

"Yes."

"Okay then, it's settled."

We smiled at each other, and stared out into the sparkling blue sea.

Now this was one of the nights I'll never forget: When me, Samantha Joy Puckett and Fredward Karl Benson confessed they love each other.

Whaaat? Psh, who said I was gonna end the story here? Uh, not me. Laaawl. There might be 2 more chapters or something. And then, viola! My first fanfic will be done! And I'll start some other ones too. (; Yaaay. Oh, and another cliffhanger. Ha. Ha. Ha. Not to be mean or anything d:

Stay tuned!

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