Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.

After we finished talking, in the cottage with my parents, I walked back to my suite with Sam and her mom. My parents said they needed to discuss some things, alone, so now I decided to stay with Sam and her mom for awhile.

I wasn't sure how to bring up the whole Molly and Dad thing, but I just blurted it out anyway. "Um, is there something going on with you and my dad?" I asked, looking at Molly.

Sam gave me a sideways glance, and Molly just looked at me. "No, I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything Freddie, but your dad is pretty uptight. I really don't see how you came from your mom and dad..." she said, and Sam choked back a laugh.

"I've always thought the same thing Mom, but I've never met Freddie's dad." Sam said, but she squeezed my hand.

"Well, all my dad ever wants to talk about is the military, at least that's what my Mom said." I said.

Molly sighed. "Tell me about it. I just spent all morning listening to him."

I laughed. "I haven't seen him for a long time, so I guess I just didn't remember exactly how much he talks about it. "

We all got back to Sam's suite, and I took this as my cue to leave. But Molly pulled me by the arm, and cleared her throat.

"Freddie, can I talk to you?" she asked, but even though it was a question, it sounded more like a command. I grinned, nervously.

"Sure." I answered, and Sam nodded at me. She went into her suite quietly, and I sat down on a bench with Molly.

"Look, Freddie, I was just wondering if you are leading my daughter on, even a little bit." she said, eying me.

"No, not at all. Why are you asking?" I asked, wondering what it the world brought this into her mind.

"Just because, I know there's another girl involved, and I don't want to see Sam hurt over you, again." she answered.

"Again?" I asked.

"Well, when you dated Carly back in high school, Sam was pretty upset." she answered.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I remember one day Sam came home, and she wouldn't talk to me. She looked really upset, and I finally figured out what was wrong. It was when you saved Carly's life, and she kissed you." Molly answered, and soft smile on her face, at my shocked expression.

"I had no idea." I said.

"Well, I guess you were blind, then." Molly said. I laughed, she never failed to tell it like it was, just like her daughter. "Thanks Freddie, I just wanted to clear a few things up."

"Oh, it's fine." I answered. Although, I was sort of worried that Sam thought I was leading her on...

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The next day, I woke up, and got ready quickly. Today, I had my date with Mandy. I was kind of excited about it, well, I actually wasn't really sure what to feel. I walked out of my suite, and slammed the door behind me. I took a breath of the fresh, morning air, and the scent of tropical flowers hit me. I walked slowly towards Mandy's suite, not wanting to be too early.

I looked towards the white sand beach, and saw someone walking. I took a closer look, and saw it was Sam. I smiled, and walked, more quickly this time, towards her. She didn't see me, so I decided to scare her. I grabbed her around the waist from behind, and Sam kicked me, hard. And to make matters worse, it was a place most guys don't like to be kicked.

"Sam..." I groaned.

Sam turned around, about ready to punch me, but then saw who it was. She gasped. "Freddie?"

I just groaned again, because I was down on my knees in the sand. It was very painful. Sam bent down next to me.

"Oops." she said, quietly, but I could tell she was trying to control her laughter.

I grimaced. "Sam, why did you do that?"

"Well, that's what you get for grabbing Mama from behind, and scaring me" she said, but she was stroking my back.

"Sorry." I said.

"It's no problem, and I guess I'm sorry too." she answered.

"Really?" I asked. "Sam Puckett, apologizing?"

Sam grinned. "Yeah, and you never know when the epidemic of apologizing might hit me again."

I smiled, and Sam helped me up. We walked down the beach, holding hands, and I cleared my throat. "Um, Sam?" I asked.

Sam looked at me expectantly. "What?"

"I was wondering if you think I'm leading you on..." I said quickly, all in one breath.

"I certainly hope you're not. Because if you are, be prepared for the biggest butt whooping you've ever had." she said, eying me angrily.

"I'm not, I promise you." I said, and I kissed her, but she pulled away.

"Then, what about Mandy? Are you leading her on?" she asked, her hands on her hips.

"Sam, this is a T.V. Show you know... I have to get to the final two girls, and then pick one." I said, slowly.

"I know that." Sam huffed. "Why don't you just tell me you'll pick me, and we don't have to go through with the rest of this process?"

"Sam, I can't do that." I said, trying to stay calm, when I saw the anger pooling in Sam's blue eyes. Her lips were formed into a thin, straight line.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice raised a few octaves.

"Because, I just can't!" I said. "I don't even know yet..."

"The how can you say you're not leading me on?" she asked, angrily.

"Sam..." I said, not knowing what to say.

"You are so, so, nubby. I shouldn't even have come here! Why can't you say you'll pick me? We both know it's the truth." she yelled.

"I think you're being kind of babyish about this Sam." I said.

"Well Benson, if you think I'm being babyish about this, maybe I should just leave!" she yelled, even louder this time.

I kept my voice quiet and controlled, even though I wanted to scream. "Fine."

"Fine." Sam answered, and kicked me again, in the spot guys didn't want to be kicked in.

I groaned, and Sam was already running away from me, towards her suite. I tried to get up, and finally I did. I started walking down the beach, and I could feel the anger pulsating through me. Why does she expect me to tell her I picked her? Then, I realized something. She was right, I should tell her everything. I needed to tell her exactly how I felt about her. And, I needed to find out if there was something there with Mandy and I. This was all so confusing. I just needed to talk to Sam, and I had to find her, before she left.

I started running towards her suite. It was kind of a hike up there, and by the time I reached it, Sam had already left, her bags and everything were gone. I sank onto her bed, what was I going to do?

A/N: I would just like to say thank you for the review's I've gotten on this story. I love reading them! Well, I guess every writer on FanFiction does, but anyways... Just thanks so much! As always, thanks for reading, and please review!