A.N. Thanks to any one who read, this is dedicated to every Seddie fan out there!!

Reassurance

I felt his soft lips gently push on mine.

We had been sneaking out to his fire escape ever since our first kiss.

I was sitting on the boys lap, as he held me close.

The wind was harsh, cold, unforgiving.

But he was like my shield from it all. He was my protection.

"Freddie… do you like Carly?" I had asked him this before…the answer always made me feel kinda good.

"Sam…I don't know how many times I have to say it." He spoke softly into my ear, and then whispered, "I love you, and only you. No one else."

I nodded my head, smiled, and put my head softly on his chest.

Notes

"Sam…what are you doing to my locker?" Freddie said as he walked up and saw a young girl doing something in his locker.

On hearing his voice, she slammed it closed, and turned to him.

"Nothing!" She spoke fast.

He stared at her, but then she ran off to who knows where.

"I swear, if she broke anything…" The boy said as he opened his locker.

Then, seeing nothing wrong, he quickly grabbed his books and ran to class.

But he did fail to see one…specific item in his locker.

A small note folded up and hidden by papers and trash in his locker.

The note had a signature at the bottom, in chicken scratch, that read 'Sam P.'

The note, after opening it, said,

'Dear Freddie.

This is kinda corny, right? I mean the note.

But what I'm confused about, is, we kiss, and never spoke of it again.

So does that mean we do, or don't like each other?

But Freddie…I don't care what any one says.

I love you.'

Finding

(Continues a week after 'Locker')

The bell rung and every one in class had run out as fast as possible, well, except me, Sam and Carly.

For tonight was Thursday. Meaning ICarly was going to come on, meaning we can't mess up. Our viewers had been taking us seriously, and hated when we messed up, like Sam did last time. She told us later that she had, 'A lot on her mind'.

Oh well.

We all went to our lockers; which was a challenge, with every one pushing and shoving.

Well, pushing me, at least. No one dare shove Sam, unless they want a trip to the emergency room.

And then Carly was famous, no one wanted to mess with her. (And being friends with Sam helped a bit.)

So I open my locker, and you'll never guess what I see.

A note, half the size of my fist, sitting there.

I picked it up, inspected it, and put it in my pocket.

The out side was nothing, except for bold letters. 'READ'

I can read it later.

I heard Carly tell me to 'hurry up!' and I was off.

When we walked over to Carly's place, we stopped at the Groovy Smoothie, and got a couple of smoothies.

Sam had drunk all of hers; in like, two seconds, and decided to go to Carl's place before she exploded.

"Anything on your mind?" Carly's soft voice rang through my ears.

"Well, I got this note in my locker…" I started, but stopped as Carly looked shocked.

"A secret admirer?" She sounded happy.

"I don't know, I haven't read it yet."

"Well, open it!" She wanted to know, and I have to admit; the suspense was killing me to.

I opened it and read the not out loud.

"Dear Freddie." I spoke the words loud and proud.

"This is kinda corny, right? I mean the note." I spoke faster. The note was boring.

But the next line I spoke soft, slow, and shocked. "But what I'm confused about, is, we kiss, and never spoke of it again."

"So does that mean we do, or don't like each other?"

I bit my lip.

"But Freddie…I don't care what any one says."

I failed to utter the last few words aloud.

"What's it say?" Carly spoke again.

"I-It says, 'I love you'" I stared deeply into the note, "From Sam P."

As soon as it hit me, I ran off to find Sam.

I had something to tell her.

A.N Ooooh! What does Freddie have to say? O.K, I had to end it here, I ran out of stuff to write! And a little bit of suspense never hurt any one!! So this had three chapters, and three explanations.

Reassurance – I always pictured there love this way, Ever since 'Seddie' came to be.

Note – That was a complete random fluff!! No idea where that came from. Lol.

Finding – Something that happened to my friend before.