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RANDOM SHOTS

Sam's POV:

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that Fredgeek and I are becoming a lot closer than we're letting on. Well, you're correct. Except for one little tiny thing, called our best friend.

Carly Shay, perfect or at least appears to be such a perfect, innocent little girl. And she is.

Fredward Benson, a nerd. That is all.

Me? Samantha Puckett. I'm awesome, and don't you forget it!

Lately, Frednerd has been staring at me really weirdly, and I've seen that kind of look before. I'm not stupid. Well, sometimes I am. But not for this. He's giving me the 'I have the biggest crush on you and I'm not afraid to show it, but I'm too scared to tell you' look. It's irritating.

"Stop looking at me like that dorkster!" I finally shout at him.

"Like what?" Fredamame asks.

"Oh don't play dumb! I know you totally like me. Quit the whole nub-act already!"

His face goes from a smug smile, to red and partly embarrassed. I found out his secret. And he's really sorry about it all. Don't know why though. I mean, it's not a crime to like someone you're probably not supposed to like. Come on, look at me and … oh, never mind. Forget it.

I almost told you of my secret crush on the Fredster.

… oops.

"I don't like you…" stammers Freddie, helplessly.

"I don't like you either. Now we're even."

Okay, okay. So I lied. Big deal.

It's not like he was being honest with me either. I know he has this pathetic little crush on me. You know how I know this? One word: simple.

He used to have an annoying way of trying to trick Carly into being his girlfriend. She would always, always, ALWAYS reject him. No matter what he did. And being that this boy is relentless and never gives up so easily, he kept trying and trying.

A sentence that comes to mind when I look back on those good old days…

"Carly will never love you." … the way that I do.

I add the last part on in my head, because I don't want the dork to know I have feelings for him. Heck no!

Although there was a close call the other day.

Carly and Freddie were dating. Sort of. See, Freddie had saved our best friend from a speeding Taco truck, and landed himself in a hospital with a broken leg and broken arm. I know right? Gob-smacked.

They were together for about a week after the incident, and it wasn't just Carls who seemed more attracted to the nerd, but other girls too. Me? Never. I don't get influenced by stupid "hero acts". Mama's above all that chiz. But something deep down stirred a green-eyed monster.

"She's not in love with you, she's in love with what you did!"

"You can't stand the idea of Carly and me as a couple…" Freddie responds, smugly.

"Very true," I say. "It makes me wanna puke up blood." Literally.

That conversation seemed to not budge his decision of "dating Carly". Not that I cared. Or did I? I guess I did. But don't tell anyone, or else I'll find out where you live and… sorry. Not the point.

"…I saved her life…"

"And that's Carly's bacon…"

Those voices, his and my own, echoed around in my own mind, until I felt like throwing up.

Bacon. I could use some of that right now. Distracted again. Sorry.

After that little discussion, I found out that same evening, Freddie and Carly broke up. It was mutual though, sort of. I mean, afterward my best friend didn't seem too upset by it. Freddork sat on the fire escape. I know because I saw him there.

"Whatchya doin?" I ask, sitting on the rail, beside him.

And that brings us to the present story. Of how much of a crush I have on the nerd, and how much he likes me too, but won't do anything about it. Maybe because I'm too… fierce and beast-like. Hmm.

"Sam… today… what you said…"

"Carly will never love you? What's new? I always tell you that."

"No, no. About the bacon. You were right. Carly only loved me because I saved her life."

"…and…." I motion with my hands for him to continue.

"…and I need to tell you something… I just don't want you to hurt me."

"No promises there."

"Okay… well… I do like you. A lot."

"I knew it!" I exclaim. "All those not so sneaky looks, and the warm smiles… I knew it!"

"That's it?" Freddie asks, looking a little hurt.

"Yeah. What did you expect? Oh Freddie, I've had the biggest crush on you ever since the fourth grade… Ha!"

"It's true then? You have a crush on me too?"

There was a pause, and I took a deep breath before stumbling on all my following answers.

"No! …yes… maybe…. I don't know… yes I do. Okay? You satisfied?"

Fredward leans over and pulls me off the railing, and stands up so we're facing each other, and in closer proximity. A word. Yes, I know words. This is closer than I've ever been to him. Sure I lean on him when I can no longer stand on my own two feet, and sure my arm rests on his shoulder when I'm trying to annoy him. But nothing has been like this. Suddenly my heart does a leap and a somersault, as I pull his head down and our mouths press together a little more harshly than our first kiss. We both pull back, he's looking shocked and it's probably reflecting how my facial expression is too.

Closer? Freddie and I? Yeah, maybe. And if that's not the understatement of the century, I'm going without ham for a whole month.