I have nothing to say. So, Reese is me. Wrong grammar, I know. Goodbye. See you later.

Disclaimer: I only own my pen, not iCarly.

"Hi! I'm Joseph, I'll be your waiter for tonight. How many are you?"

"Three, thanks, pretty boy," Carly started, twirling her hair. Classic flirt move.

Clearly mesmerised, Joseph stuttered, " Here, let me show you to my heart, I, mean table. Sorry."

"It's fine, I do that sometimes, too." Wow, they are really hitting it off.

"Hey, let's say after you guys have dinner, we'll go over to Santa Monica Pier. Just you and me, Carly?"

"Yeah, I'd be happy to. And yes, I was in iCarly. This is Sam!" She exclaimed and shoved me in front of her. Even when I'm wearing heeled boots she's still taller than me.

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"Bye!" Carly waved at us, placing a $20 note on the table.

"Bye," Cat and I said simultaneously and groaned as we were left to pay the $98 check.

"So, take $98 and deduct $20, so we get, $78 to pay," I mentally calculated the bill. "So that means, $78 divided by 2 people which is, $39 for each of us!"

"Okay, here's a $30, and an $8," Cat said as she took out the money from her purse. "Here's a dollar."

"Okay, thank you!" I thanked and placed my money and her's as well onto the receipt as we strolled out of the restaurant.

"Sam, I have to tell you something."

"Shoot, red."

"You know Robbie and I have been going out for more than a few months, right? Well he asked me to move in with him. Please don't be mad! I'll still work with you, just not live with you, anymore. You could get Carly to stay with you, or maybe, Freddie?" And that's when I made her shut up.

"Cat, you know how I feel about him. I know it's been about 3 years, and you're going to tell me that I'm crazy for not getting over it, but I love him I really do. But he, he doesn't anymore. He ignored me for two years and when Carly came back, he talked to me again. I'm uncomfortable in his presence, and well, I don't want things to be awkward as it already is. Ugh! Why can't things just be back to normal?" I screeched as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Well, I'm sorry. But I'll visit you all the time, okay?"

"Sure, Cat. Never mention this conversation to anyone, okay?"

"Kay-Kay!" There goes her mature side.

I shook my head and grinned. What a productive day.

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I pulled up my Sedan to the sidewalk and carried Car out of the car. She fell asleep after drinking a little too much. Luckily, I wasn't drunk and could drive her home. And also, to my best luck, she didn't puke.

"Sam?"

"Freddie? What do you want? Could you at least help me?"

"Oh, right, give it." He said as he showed off his muscular biceps, perfectly tanned to a light shade if caramel and carried Cat into her room.

"Thanks, so what's up?"

"Umm, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

Then this happened. Stomach full of butterflies. Fireworks surrounding us, then a loud scream.

"What? What? Why? How? When? Really?" Carly shot is an array of questions.

"We kissed, didn't we?" I asked Freddie, in a small whisper.

"Yeah," he replied, biting his lower lip.

"You guys, have some explaining to do," Carly said sternly and grabbed us by the ears, leading us into the kitchen.

"Talk," She demanded, her hand slamming the counter in front of us. "Well? Explanations, please?"

Oh, no. This ain't gonna end pretty.