Kay, now, here we go. After iKiss from Freddie's POV. Hope you like!

iDon't Hate Her Anymore

I just sit there after Sam goes, my brain reeling. I can still feel her lips on mine, the fire that had engulfed my body still simmering just below the surface. Once I know she can't see me, I lift my hand to my lips, wondering if they're visibly vibrating. It feels like a never ending tingling in my lips.

I look down, wondering what that odd smell is. Then I smile as I see the huge glass bowl of meatballs. Remembering the segment they'd planned to do on the webshow tonight, I stand and take the bowl into my hands, climbing back through the window and into my apartment. Surprised not to hear my mom's voice, I continue out of our apartment and into the Shay's. I pause, momentarily dragged away from my thoughts of Sam by Spencer's newest sculpture.

"What is that?" I exclaim in surprise, staring at the creation. The adult turns, his hair flopping around his head as he smiles at me.

"Freddie-o! What do you think?" he asks, gesturing to the...thing. It was made out of recycled newspaper and long, thick curtains. I'm not even sure how he did it, but the curtains have been folded and stiffened until it's in the shape of a giant crescent moon, and he was covering the curtains with strips of the newspaper after dipping them in some liquid I assume is glue mixed with water.

"It's...interesting. Do you really think it's...safe," I ask hesitantly, "to work with things that are that flammable?"

Spencer looks back at me blankly. "What do you mean?"

I stare, then shake my head dismissively. "Nothing." I start up the stairs, hearing a rather insane giggle emit from Spencer as he continues his work. I make it up the stairs and walk a little bit slower, suddenly nervous. I pause outside the studio door as I hear Sam talking. "The viewers still looking at the weird dude with the shrimps in his nose?"

My heart beats faster and I feel lightheaded, just from hearing her musical voice. It was so beautiful...how could I not have noticed it before?

"No, I switched the picture after a while. It's a toothless woman eating cabbage now," Carly responds.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch. An hour ago I would have felt the previous symptoms at the sound of Carly's voice. Sweet, kind, lovely Carly. But now, after what had transpired between Sam and myself only about ten minutes earlier...I felt nothing. Instead I was responding to Sam's voice - rough, abrasive, aggressive, sometimes outright cruel, yet still beautiful in her own way Sam Puckett.

At Carly's question, I decide it's time for me to stop hiding out in the hallway. I walk into the room, a smile making it's way onto my face when I see her - her blond curls shining in the studio lights.

You're a fickle man, Freddie Benson. You switched women rather quickly, don't you think?

Shut up, brain. Obviously what I thought I felt for Carly was just a reaction to her kindness - she treated me nice, was my first real friend. I responded to this by proclaiming myself in love with her, when all I felt was gratitude and affection. I do love Carly - but like a sister, almost, a friend I know I can depend on.

"Here it is," I say, lifting the bowl up a bit. Sam whirls around, and at the look on her face I can't help but grin. She yanks the bowl from me roughly, calling me a geek. I smile softly at her in response, letting her know I'm not going to forget about what happened between us. She says nothing, and I suddenly find myself engulfed in Carly's arms, her squeezing me tightly.

I'm shocked by the look on Sam's face. She looks...furious. Like seeing Carly touch me in any way makes her want to throw a punch. She slams the glass bowl down onto the table, and I see a crack form in the side. It's like she doesn't know her own strength...

Sam fixes an innocent look on her face and shoves a meatball into her mouth, apologizing while also not at the same time. Classic Sam. Carly releases me.

Figuring the iCarly viewers have had enough of toothless women and cabbage, I work my 'dorky' technical magic and remove the picture, then I watch as Carly and Sam introduce the meatball war to the viewers. Sam looks so adorable with that little smile as she shakes that slingshot around...okay, now you're just getting annoying, Benson.

They start flinging the balls of meat at each other, splattering them all over the place. I hurry to get the camera, thinking the viewers would appreciate being able to see what I see. But of course they can't see what I see. Because I see things differently than others - I'm pretty sure no one else can see that Carly is just averagely pretty, while Sam is beautiful, her curly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes seeming girly and a little at odds with her tomboyish personality.

I'm unsurprised when Sam sends a few meatballs my way. Since we promised everything would go back to normal after the kiss, it would seem odd if she didn't do anything to try and make me miserable. But I can't do anything but smile at her, feeling no anger or hatred. It continues for a while, one of them letting out tiny little yells at particularly well aimed meatballs.

I take one hand and wipe some of the meat from my face as Carly and Sam conclude the show.

"I'm Sam." I almost laugh as she picks some meat off her shirt and chucks it into her mouth.

"I'm Carly."

"And I'm Freddie," I add, turning the camera to face me. Out the corner of my eye I see Sam fling a miraculously still intact meatball at my head. It bounces off my head a bit above my ear, and I grimace - that freaking hurt! - and turn the camera back to them.

"See you next week," they say, their voices blending together. They wave goodbye at the camera until I call out, "And we're clear!"

"It's going to take forever to get all this meat out of my hair," Carly complains, running her fingers through her long brown hair.

Sniffing her own curls, Sam responds, "We're gonna smell like meat for a week." She smiles, and Carly and I laugh at her. I can't help it - the expression on her face was priceless. Abruptly a scream cuts through the air - Spencer. I knew it wasn't a good idea to work with things that could easily catch fire. Carly runs out immediately, and Sam and I are left alone in the studio.

I set down the camera on my cart, watching her. I can feel our secret filling the space between us. It's obvious she's uncomfortable - her hand is twitching in the direction of the door. She probably doesn't even notice...

"I need ham," Sam states, and she starts to walk out of the studio, moving faster than she normally would. Before she can leave I grab her upper arm, feeling the muscle tense. She sends me a glare that pre-kiss would have made me pale and scuttle away in fear. Now I just look into her cerulean eyes, and I can see her anger melt away, being replaced by an emotion I also feel within myself.

"Sam..." I start, trailing off when I can't think of what I want to say. I smile at her, knowing that she probably won't like my next words. "Maybe we shouldn't keep this to ourselves."

Her eyes widen, shock and anger causing her to force her arm out of my grip. "What? Are you kidding? We can't tell anyone! What, did a meatball hit you too hard in the head?" she shouts at me, a frown gracing her lovely lips.

Frustration fills me, like it usually does when arguing with Samantha Puckett. "No! I just don't want to pretend everything's normal between us!" I respond. I know you can tell it's not, Sam. Don't try to deny it...

"Everything is normal," she says, but I could tell by her words that she didn't believe it. Of course everything was different. Nothing can be the same between two friends when they share a kiss..

She sent me a 'what are you waiting for' look. "Well, lean," she demands. Alright, fine then, since you're so impatient, I thought. I moved forward, my face coming closer to hers until the only thing I could see was her eyes. Sparkling and shiny with nerves. I closed my eyes, pressing my lips to hers.

They were so soft, her lips. I felt as if my heart had stopped in my chest, then started beating double time. A large roar filled my ears, blocking out all other noises. I kept my eyes closed, pressing my lips a little more firmly to hers before pulling away. We sat there for a moment, staring at each other...

All my feelings had changed within ten seconds. The overwhelming love I had thought I felt for Carly had melted away, revealing my hidden feelings for Sam.

I pull my mind away from the memories as her head lowers. I don't want her to hide from me, so I reach a hand out and lift her chin with my index finger. I send her a look of understanding. I know why she's confused.

Then one of us is leaning forward - I'm not sure who - and our lips are pressed to each others, her eyelids falling shut, followed by mine. My feelings build until I feel like they surround us, and if this isn't perfection, then it's as close as anything's ever going to get.

I know we were supposed to go back to hating each other after the kiss, but I just...can't. I'm not sure what I felt for her ever was hatred, or anything like it.

All I know is that if I did feel that way...I don't hate her anymore.

...Okay, so there it is. The aftermath of iKiss from Freddie's POV.

Soo...what do you think? I nixed the idea of a third chapter. I had an idea for what would happen in it if I did do it, but...nah. :]