Sorry sorry I haven't posted in a while. I know I said that since it was Chinese New Year I would have time to write, but I've been busy with schoolwork. Hope you enjoy this chapter! See you soon! By the way, if you have an Instagram account, please follow me at natela2003 ! I'll follow back! Thanks guys!

"I'm gonna hit the hay. See you tomorrow." Carly lugged herself up the stairs.

"Me, too." Gibby followed up behind her.

"I'm coming!" Spencer shouted before turning to us. "No funny business, you guys!"

Man, he's so childish. Did her really think we'd do something we're not prepared for? I mean, we've discussed about this, and we decided that we're going to stick with making out before anything serious. And when I mean we've, I meant Sam. I know, it's weird that I'm the one pressuring her into making this a serious relationship, but I'm just trying to tell her that if like to be with her, and show her my true colours. Well, actually, we've known each other since we were 5, but she doesn't remember.

I was walking in the park, with my mom holding my hand and in her other, some industrial mosquito spray. I swatted her off whenever she tried to spray, but she insisted. I have no choice but to listen.

"Ow!" A large blue ball bounced off my head.

"I'm sorry!" A blonde little girl came up to me and I returned her ball.

"It's fine. I'm Freddie."

"Sam," She replied. She seems nice.

"I go to school right across the street. How about you?"

"I go there too! I hope we can be friends!"

"Of course!" We exchanged our goodbyes and went home.

~~*End of Flashback*~~

That was how we FIRST met. But Sam still doesn't believe me. The reason why we didn't stay friends until we met again and didn't recognise each other was because of some serious incident that took place in between our friendship.

It all started when we were 6, and we were playing in the park. Sam and I were building a sandcastle, and then suddenly her mom came up to us sobbing, grabbing Sam away.

"Mommy! Let go of me!" Sam squirmed, trying to let go of her mother's iron grip.

"You are coming with me, young lady!" Mrs Puckett's words were dipped in venom.

"Fredward! We are going home!" My mom suddenly came up to the sandbox and pulled me away.

"Sam!"

"Freddie!"

And that was the last time we saw each other until we were 8, when Carly introduced us again. Turns out that our fathers had been in an accident, and they were the two cars involved. My dad in a green Honda, and hers in a red BMW. They crashed into each other, killing them instantly. Because of our grief, we never spoke to each other until we met again.

This was how it went…

"Sam! Just meet the guy, will you!" I heard Carly from behind the door.

"No! I don't want to meet that dork!" Another voice was heard, except this was more abrasive.

"He's coming in now! Freddie!" I came in, closing the door behind me.

"Hi." I waved at the blonde, and instantly remembered her.

"Hi, dipthong." She avoided eye contact and looked around.

"Sam?" I accidentally said out loud, whilst I was trying to recognise her face.

Luckily, Carly didn't hear me, so she interrupted Sam before she could say anything.

"Well, you guys go talk. I have to help Spencer downstairs. I'll see you later." She grabbed her hair tie and scurried off.

"How'd you know my name?" Sam glared at me sternly, her voice dripping in venom.

"I know you, from when we were little."

"Huh?"

"Your mom's Pam Puckett, and your father passed away when you were 6,"

"How'd you know?"

"Our dads were both in the accident."

"Well, how did you know me?"

"5 years old. You hit me on the head with your ball, then we became friends."

"I don't remember." She scowled and went up to the attic.

That's how I remember it, at least.

Sam's POV:

"Freddie?"

"Huh?" Freddie woke up from this weird trance, and looked at me weirdly.

"Well, you better get up, because you've been lying in my lap since midnight, and it's now two in the morning, and I want to go to the bathroom, so, please get up."

Fortunately, he got up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, I'm going to go to sleep. Love you." He pecked me on the lips and headed up to the guest room.

"Love you!" I called out.

After about 2 minutes, I got up and headed straight for my room's bathroom. Thank goodness. After washing up and all, I grabbed my pyjamas and changed. Not caring about work, I reached out for my laptop and went on GlueTube. I hope there's something waiting for me.

"I'm Carly!"

"And I'm Sam!"

"And this is iCarly!" The two 16 year old girls gleefully said on the screen. I couldn't help but laugh.

I missed this. Well I better go to sleep. Maybe we could do iCarly tomorrow. I looked around and found it; my remote. Carly sent it back to me about six months after she left for Italy. She said, and I quote, 'This is too sad, cheesy, but sad.' My friends are crazy. Anyway, I checked my many drawers and found another thing. My camcorder. We could do iCarly! Thank god Freddie didn't take down the website. I have to admit, I still update my blog sometimes.

"Carly. I know we've only been going out for a really, really short time, but there's something I want to tell you. I love you. Your hair, your smile, you everything. I don't care about your flaws, because to me, your flawless. Glamorous, extraordinary, beautiful, everything positive. And that's why, right here, right now, I'm going to ask you, for your hand in marriage." I heard Gibby say from his room. I peered out and saw him hugging Freddie, while Freddie was congratulating him.

"Well, well. What an awkward situation."

"Sam?" They said simultaneously.