Sam:

He took my hand. What was that about? What was he going to say?

Those questions had been running through my head all through dinner. It was akward at first, between Freddie and me. We rarely made eye contact. But when we did, it was only for a split second.

No doubt Carly could feel the tention. She was good at dealing with it though. We just talked about school, and how Spencer was still a little upset about the whole experimenting on him thing. We laughed and joked and pretty soon, even I felt comfortable.

When Freddie left I decided to spend the night with Carly. I didn't bother telling my mom, she always considered it one less mouth to feed. I just sleep on her couch in her room while Carly sleeps on her bed.

"And just when he got up," I said, "I poured the salsa down his pants!" I smiled.

"That was the first prank you pulled on Gibby?"

"Yepp." I looked up at the ceiling, reliving the glory and thrill of it all.

"But why would you do that to him if you didn't even know him back then?"

"I don't know, he just kind of seemed like an easy target. Like we was just begging to be harrased." He just had that aura of wimpyness around him, you know?

"Little Sam Puckett in training... cute!" I could hear the smile in her voice.

I laughed, but it was hard considering how tired I was, "I'm so sleepy..."

"Me too. I think i'm going to go to sleep, ok?"

"Ok." I said as she turned off the lights.

My thoughts automaticly filled with Freddie. What was he going to say today in the hall? He just stopped and stared at me. I wasn't even close to falling asleep when my phone jiggled, signaling someone had texted me. I sighed and pulled out my phone. Gibbys name and number filled the screen. I was tempted to just put it away and go back to sleep, but I opened the message anyway.

Hey this is Freddie.

My breath caught and I froze, my heart beating hard. Freddie? On Gibby's phone? I wondered if it was truly him.

How do i kno?

I typed it and sent it. It was a long 40 or so seconds untill he messaged me back.

Meet me in the iCarly studio and I'll prove it.

I checked on Carly and could hear her breathing heavily, signaling that she was sleeping. I snuck out of the room as silently as possible and went up stairs to the studio.

I took a deep breath and looked through the door. Freddie was there typing away on his laptop, in his pajama bottoms. They were baby blue with little rubber ducks on them. That was it though, no shirt He wasn't wearing a shirt. Bare back, arms, chest, no shirt. My heart started beating harder. I hadn't seen him without his shirt off since his voice got lower, so you can understand why it suddenly got so hard to focus on anything else.

I opened the door and walked in.

Freddie:

Sam startled me when she walked into the studio. They were both supposed to be sleeping.

I come here sometimes when I can't sleep just to check on things for iCarly, see some of their ideas and to be sure i'm prepared for them. But they don't know that, do they?

"Why do you have Gibby's phone?" she asked as she walked casualy over to one of the bean bag chairs and sat down.

I stayed where I was just staring at her in disbelief. I didn't know what she was talking about, or what she was doing here. I didn't have Gibby's phone.

"Uhh..." I shook my head and got my bearings, "I don't. I gave it to Carly during dinner to give back to him."

She immediately got a expression on her face that was a cross between shocked and confused. "But- but I just got texts saying they were from you to come up to the studio. And they were from Gibby's phone."

What? "I didn't send them."

"Oh..." She looked down and looked almost dissapointed, but regained herself and looked back up at me. "Well then i'm outta here." she says as she got up and walked toward the door.

"Wait Sam."

She stopped, "What?"

"Don't you think we should, you know, continue our little conversation we were having earlier?" I held my breath and waited for her to answer.

"What?" she said it in a kind of 'what else do you want from me' kind of way, "I already said sorry for those grandmas beating you up."

I exhaled and stepped away from my cart, "Sit down."

She didn't want to, I could tell, but she did anyway. I sat down in another beanbag chair and my stomach flipped for the second time tonight, this time anticipating the akwardness that was to come. "We still haven't talked about what the kiss was about last night." I said, looking straight at her.

Her mouth opened, closed, and she looked down, trying to hide her flushed cheeks from me. I waited patiently for like, three minutes untill she finally looked at me. She sighed, "I like you, ok? I like you a lot." she was nervous and anyone could tell, her face got redder as she continued. "I don't know why, I don't like it, but I can't control it." she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"I wanted some kind of explaination as to why you were acting so different and, dare I say, nice." I said that last part as a joke, to try to break the ice between us. But she didn't smile or anything.

"It's not anything to be embarassed about, you know, having feelings for me."

"I'm not saying its a bad thing." she said a little defencively, "It's just, exhausting, trying to figure everything out. I mean, like right now. My mind is saying 'Eww, it's Fredward...' but everything else is saying 'Damn he looks hot without a shirt...'" she looked at me and smiled a little smile, signaling she was joking.

I laughed a little, and blushed, realising she was right. I had no shirt on. I hadn't even noticed.

"But now it's your turn to talk." she said.

"What?"

"What did you think about the kiss?"