AN = I'm so happy how well this story is going! Anyways, my actual planned AN = Love can be a lot of things. Surprising. Wonderful. Full of joy. Even some worry. But, another form of love is Unknown Love. Unfortunately, that is the type of love Sam Puckett develops towards the brown eyed dork. By the way, this is present tense, I always write past tense, so sorry if it isn't that clear. Enjoy!

Unknown

Shock. What just happened? Why did I do that? Is this why I had been nice for the last few days? More importantly, what do I do now?

"Sorry..." I mutter. That is all I can say.

"I-It's cool..." Freddie says. He looks like someone who had his insides ripped out and then saw them being cooked on a barbecue.

No words are gonna be said. No words could be said. I shouldn't have done that. He was talking and...whack! I smashed my lips against his. Okay, that isn't how I want to tell him I like him. Wait, do I even like him?

Let me think about that... I get a warm glow inside when he looks at me. I smile uncontrollably when he talks to me. I insult him at least twice a week, now that's an improvement.

That isn't me liking him. That is me loving him... At least, I think I love him... Ugh, I have gone insane! I hate him! I know I hate him. Always have... always will...?

Okay, time to think again... I hate him. No, wait, I love him! Argh. I don't know anymore! Wait, I've got it... I hate the way he goes after Carly. Huh? That's not hate nor love, that's jealousy...

Sam Puckett jealous? Nah, that can't be possible. Sam Puckett in love? Eh, sounds likely, I guess...Ugh! What am I saying!?

I need help, serious help.

I snap back into reality and realise the dork is still stood in front of me. Yeah...This is definitely what you call an awkward silence. Well, should I apologize again or... eh, I don't really have another option.

He isn't the only one shocked. I have shocked myself, is that even possible? I love him, but I hate him. Talk about confusing.

I can't apologize for smashing my lips against his. Sorry isn't good enough for a situation like this. Time for a Plan B... Hmm. Better think quick, the dork is still stood in front of me. Come to think of it, I'm too shocked to move myself.

What can I do in this situation? The school doors are locked. Good thing to remember. But, I'm outside. I'm techniquely not in the school already. All I need to do is escape the school grounds. Easy.

I look around. Perfect! I think I have my escape...

I run and jump over the low wall near the bike rack. I look back and see the nub nervously running his hand through his hair. His eyes lock with mine for a moment. I try to look away, but it isn't that easy. His eyes are like melted chocolate, looking away seems impossible. I am lost in them. As I snap myself into reality for a second time, I turn around and run. Where am I running? You're not the only one who doesn't know yet...

I pass a playground. The playground me and the dork used to play in as kids. We both met there on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It was our special place. I enter the rusty old gate. It squeaks as it slams shut. I shake at the noise and look around into the darkness. I perch down onto one of the swings. My legs dangle beneath me. They swing back and forth. I gradually get higher and higher. Then, I look into the distance again. I can see the colourful climbing frames that I used to play on. I would be at the top with Freddie and we would pretend we were the King and Queen.

Why does everything have to remind me of him?

Ham reminds me of all the times he has brought me ham for Valentine's Day.

"Hey! That doesn't mean anything." My head argues.

"Did he bring Carly anything?" My heart asks.

"...No..."

"Exactly."

Alright, so, my heart has won that battle. Seriously though? Me love the dork? Eh, I did kiss him. "Wait, what if it was an accident?" Okay, I wanna know if that was my heart or my head speaking.

I dig the heel of my foot into the ground beneath me to stop the swing. It comes to a grinding halt and I trip over while getting off. My knees hit the ground first. Ow. That hurt. Like, really hurt. I normally like pain. Not anymore. That fall has changed me. How can a fall change me? Well, it has managed to...

I dust myself off like nothing happened as I stand up. What shall I do from here?

Going home seems like the best option. Carly will probably be freaking over where I am right now. And Freddie will still be frozen in shock, I bet.

I drag my feet out of the playground. That park was my home for like four years. I met the dork there two days a week but the other days I would go there after school.

My home actually feels welcoming for once. Luckily, my mum isn't home. I run up the stairs and collapse onto my bed.

After about two minutes, I crawl under the covers and close my eyes. Oh god. I can't even sleep. I close my eyes and the kiss just plays in my head all over again. I still feel the warm feeling on my lips.

I can't think straight either. It makes me feel scared and proud inside. Oh no, here comes round two of heart verses head...

"He is cute."

"No, he is dorky."

"But, he is loveable because of his dorkiness."

"He didn't even kiss back though..."

My head wins this time...

Do I hate or love him? Please! I need help. But, where can I go for the help I need?

I decide not to go anywhere and I throw my covers off the bed. Silently, I stand up and walk over to my desk. A picture catches my eye. Not just any picture though... It is from when iCarly went to Japan and we won the iWeb Awards. Yeah, I was so happy. I still am now, I guess.

As my focus on the picture breaks, I sit down on my swirly desk chair. I pick my feet up from the ground and spin myself round and round. Then, as I stop at the desk after spinning at least twenty times, I slam my fists down. The chair slows down and I pick up a pencil. I can hear the crunch of the led snapping as I start to write on the paper in front of me...

Thinking carefully about what I write, I drop my pencil in anger. Wait, why am I angry now? So, first I was in love. Then, I was jealous. And, even a little sad. Which left confused as my emotion. Now, I'm angry! What? Make your mind up. Head and heart, you need to decide together what I am gonna do about all this! I read the paper several times...

Hey. You probably don't wanna speak to me ever again. You also probably don't wanna go near me ever again. But, I really am sorry. I don't wanna be your little girlfriend though... I wanna be Sam Puckett still. Yeah, I know I wouldn't actually change me but it would change my reputation and you will probably change how I actually am.

I doubt I will ever give you this. But if you happen to be reading this, I want you to know that I love you. And, probably always will.

I'm so sorry for what happened at the lock in. You were just there and I was there and..boom! I kiss you. Before you hate me even me than you do already, I didn't want you to find out I like you this way.

So, what I actually wanna say is that I'm really sorry for everything. Even being in your life entirely. We have had some good times come to think of it. I love you so much. I thought I hated you. You thought I hated you. Carly thought I hated you. Everyone did. But things change.

And, to me, this was unknown love. It always will be. We might argue a lot but that is just who we are. Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson.

If you are actually reading this, I don't wanna be your girlfriend or whatever. I just love you. I don't know what that means though! I know I hate you, but I also know I love you.

Anyway, I really am sorry Freddie.

Yours Sincerely,

Sam Puckett x

Writing your thoughts onto paper really does help. I do love Freddie. As much as I hate to admit it.

Is love always confusing? Or, is it just me?

I glance at the paper one final time before folding it into an envelope. I shake and tremble for a moment. My hands feel very light and delicate as I walk over to my bed and place the envelope under my pillow.

Then I slowly throw the covers back over me. I curl into a ball like I do most nights and drift off to sleep.

As I awake the next morning, I hear a knock at the front door. Uh oh. I force my eyes to open. I quickly jump out of bed and run to the wardrobe. My hand reaches out to grab a bag. I shove clothes inside and rush out of my room. Still hearing faint knocking, I creep down the stairs, hoping the floorboards won't give me away.

The front door is still being knocked by someone and I know who that someone is. Still silent, I run through the living room and through the dining room to the back door. It squeaks slightly as I turn the door handle. Grabbing the spare key in the flowerpot, I lock the door and put the key in my pocket.

I don't know where to go from here. I didn't think this part of my plan out. Terrified, I start trembling again.

"If I do love him, I wouldn't have ran away!" My head argues. But, for once, my heart doesn't argue back.

Wandering through the streets of Seattle, I take my phone out of my pocket. It is off. It can't be on, it just can't.

I look around. I know this part of Seattle very well. It is the way to the Bushwell. Wait? Why am I going there? Trying to change the direction I am going in, my legs start to give up. I almost crash to the ground but I feel a warm pair of arms wrap around me...

I turn around...

"F-Freddie?"

"Yeah, it's me. I wasn't gonna let my Princess Puckett crash to the ground, was I?"

"How'd you find me?"

"Hey, that doesn't matter..."

"Then, what does matter?"

"Us being together." Freddie paused and took a deep breath, "I know you probably hate me and love me, right?" I nodded silently. "Exactly. You feel how I feel. And I guess the shock is getting to you."

"But-but-"

"Will you go out with me, Sam?"

Speechless. What do I say to that? I don't know what is happening...

"Yes, I will go out with you, Freddie."

And that was my head and heart speaking. Finally something they could both agree on.

Our love is definately unknown, but that's what makes us special. Seddie forever...

AN = Reviews to me is like Sam and her ham.