Author's note:

Thanks again for all your kind comments! I do agree, I need to make my chapters longer... Steadily working on that. :) In response to your comments:

hejk12345: Yes, we WILL haave eventual Seddie. I know it doesn't look like it, but trust me. We will have some Freddie-Brad interaction in the next chapter, so that may haep clear up what looks like serious lack of Seddie.

Purpleflower17: I know! I can't believe they never brought him back! :( I was also a serious Carly-Brad shipper, so watch for that. ;) Not that I just gav it away or anything...

Kezziexx: Yep, same ol' Brad!

I've been trying to be faithful with my updates, posting as soon as I write them, but be warned: My family is going camping, so there will be no updates for three days. :( Aww... On with the story!

"Hey, Sam."

I closed my locker. ""Hey, Brad."

"So, I was thinking that maybe-"

"You're not asking me out, are you?"

Brad blinked. "Well, yeah, that was the original plan..."

"Look, you're a cool guy and all, but... That blind date was really just a favor for Carly and Freddie. I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

Brad smiled. "Hey, that's cool. You wanna hang out as friends anyway?"

"Will you keep buying me food?"

"On occasion. I know how to make fudge," he offered.

"Might I suggest we hang out at your place?" I said, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.


"You're late, Sam," said my history teacher.

"Oh, AM I?" I said, placing my hand over my heart. "I am SO sorry. I think I'll write you a 1,000 word essay to make up for it. The title will be something along the lines of 'Why I Don't Care I Was Late.'"

"Watch yourself, Puckett!" I glanced over at Carly and Freddie to see if I was going to get a lecture on the importance of being responsible, but they were too busy playing Footsie under the table to notice my moment of brilliant witticism. Typical.

Throughout the entire class period, Carly kept getting in trouble for talking. Not to me, like usual. To Freddie. Gag me. Wait, no, don't gag me. I can gag on my own, thank you very much.


My eyes rolled back. "How do you make this stuff, it's amazing!"

Brad opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off. "Nope, don't tell me. All the magic would be gone."

"Speaking of 'magic,'" he said, "Did you see Carly and Freddie in the lunch room today?"

"Yeah, it was nauseating."

"I thought you liked that they were together?" Brad said, putting the rest of the fudge in the fridge.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled the pan right back out. There was that feeling in my stomach again. More fudge.

"Of course I like that they're together," I replied. "But they were going for Olympic gold in the tonsil-hockey competition. Not something I wanted to see." I swiftly changed the subject. "You coming to iCarly tonight?"

"Sure, if the others are cool with it."

"Eh, if they give me grief about it I'll just use the butter sock," I said, taking another slice of fudge.

Brad was silent for a minute, trying to gauge if I was kidding or not. "Most people don't hit their best friends with butter..."

"True. But I'm not most people," I said. "But I'm also mostly kidding."

That night at rehearsal, Carly and Freddie announced to the fans that they were dating. The comments on the site were, by turns, funny, nauseating, and downright scary.

"NOOOOOOOOOO! FREDDIE IS MEANT TO BE WITH MEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Aww! I always knew he'd win her over! 3 :) " Ew.

"No! No! This cannot be happening! SEDDIE WILL PREVAIL!"

Okay, double ew. He was dead wrong. Seddie would never prevail, the way Freddie thought of me.

Not that I wanted it to. Ew!

From Carly, to Sam: What u think of the special fx freddie added 2nite?

Sam to Carly: Gay. i dont do pink sparkles.

Carly to Sam: come on they were cool.

Sam to Carly: whtevr u say cupcake. i think ur insane tho. this is freddie ur gushing over.

Carly to Sam: he said he loved me 2nite.

Sam to Carly: Well then OMG. thats what im supposed to say right?

Carly to Sam: is it 2 early?

Carly to Sam: Sam? u there?

Sam to Carly: Yeah. Way 2 early. dont let him jump the gun on you. might just want in your pants.

Carly to Sam: you think?

Sam to Carly: idk, who knows what ickiness goes on inside that nub's brain. Night.

I closed my phone. I had done it again! What was wrong with me? No matter what, I could not bring myself to give Carly what I knew to be accurate advice. Freddie had been saying he loved her for years, why should she freak out NOW? Walking over to my bedside table, I picked up a mirror. Same blonde hair, not quite as lustrous as Carly's. Same blue eyes. Freddie liked brown eyes like Carly's, I had heard. Tall-ish. Carly was very petite.

Carly, Carly, Carly! Why couldn't I go one mental sentance without her name? Was I JEALOUS of her or something?

Yes. Yes, I was. I was jealous of Carly. I sat down on my bed, hard. THUMP.