i guess this chapter is short... whatever i'll write more, don't worry.

i recomend Yours to hold -by Skillet while reading this installment... but idk i was just in the mood for it while writing.

DISCLAIMER: DOn't own iCarly...

SAM'S POV

"Is it sad that I'm actually surprised you made spaghetti tacos?" I laughed.

"No!" Spencer answered with one of his big stupid grins that I loved so much, "I picked spaghetti tacos because I always make them! And you wanted to be surprised, so you were expecting something else, and not spaghetti tacos!"

"Very clever, Spencer." I held my low-cal cream soda out to him and we toasted. Once we'd set our drinks down and begun to indulge in our spaghetti filled tacos Spencer asked,

"Is Carly okay?" his question replayed the conversation I'd just had with Carly in her room. She'd been all torn up about meeting Socko thinking that Spencer wouldn't approve, she'd also mentioned that she would never approve of me and Spencer. That had upset me a little. I mean, how did she not notice, I've had a crush on Spencer since I figured out I liked boys. It would always be a secret desire of mine to be with Spencer, only now I knew it would never happen.

And oh my fucking god, I still had to deal with Kent my boyfriend.

"Yeah, girl issues, she'll be fine." I lied to him.

Kent had to go, don't get me wrong he's a nice guy, he's just not for me. The only thing I really liked about him was the fact that he was a phenomenal kisser. But it was like he always had to be next to me, I didn't need a clingy boy, I needed someone who just knew when I wanted to be held and when I didn't.

Spencer gently kicked my foot under the table, and I looked up in surprise. I'd been too lost in my thoughts to notice him saying my name over and over again, "I said, what about you?" he asked kicking my foot again.

"What?"

"Are you okay? You look a little lost."

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about my..." I took a good long pause, "... boyfriend."

I felt Spencer's foot leave mine and saw him sit himself up right, "Oh. You know Sam, I don't really care for him." I watched him aimlessly push a pile of spaghetti around his plate.

"How so Spencer?"

He looked up, caught off guard, "I'm not sure, I just don't think he's right... for... you." He tilted his head down but looked me in the eye waiting for me to say something.

"Do you want me to break up with him?" I don't know why but in that moment I didn't want anything more than for Spencer to say yes.

"You're asking me? It's not up to me. It's up to you."

"Just tell me what you," I kicked his foot to emphasize the you,"...think I should do and I'll do it."

"Well obviously you should..." Spencer's eye's darted around the room as if he was going to find the correct answer to my question somewhere in the room, "You should...You know stay with him. Because you like him." We went back to eating for a while again.

"I don't like Kent." I finally said swallowing the last bit of my taco.

"Awe... Are you gonna break up with him?" Spencer asked eagerly, and I felt his foot return next to mine.

"Without a doubt. He's too clingy for my tastes."

"Yeah, too clingy." Spencer agreed. I started laughing and gave his foot another kick. he joined in and kicked back. We sat there playing footsie for a while, until a yawn escaped me and Spencer stopped kicking back.

All the butterflies that had been fluttering around in my stomach didn't stop there. They made me feel bold, "Sooo, if I'm breaking up with Kent, I guess I'll be going stag to your Halloween Party." I looked Spencer in the eye -He'd failed at telling me to break up with Kent, but I was giving him a chance to redeem himself by taking me as his date to his Halloween party.

"Well, I don't have a date either so, maybe we could just be each other's date."

"Sounds great to me." I fought really hard to keep my extreme joy hidden from him, but I smiled and got up taking my plate and his to the sink. Just as I placed them down the clock chimed. I checked, it read eleven o'clock.

"Sleeping over tonight?"

"No," I frowned, disappointed that I had to leave, "I have something to do with my mom tomorrow morning. Chances are I'll stop by after though."

"Okay... Let me drive you home?" I wouldn't have minded walking but when I turned to Spencer it was literally impossible for me to say anything but yes. Spencer Shay was so cute, standing by the front door with his big stupid grin that made me want to swoon and do other girly things like that.

In the car we listened silently to the calm beat of some band Spencer had recently discovered. And we both rested our arms on that thin middle compartment between the two front seats, our skin tentatively touching even though his heat felt like electricity on my arm.

When we were only a couple of blocks from my building I turned to him and asked "Remember last Christmas?"

I saw what I think was a tiny smile tug at the corner of his mouth, "You mean when we were... under the mistletoe?"

"Yeah..." There was an awkward pause as we both played the memory in our minds. Then the silence was shattered with our laughter.

"And Mrs. Benson opened the door right in the middle of our, uh, kiss."

"Yeah, then when she started complaining I-"

"...pushed her into Lewbert's potato salsa." We finished in unison relishing the memory of Lewbert howling at Freddie's mom, who's butt had landed right in the potato salsa he'd made, all while we shared a sweet kiss under the mistletoe. I'd never tolled anyone, but that had been my favorite Chistmas, and my favorite kiss.

"Here we are." Spencer said stopping the car infront of my building.

"Thanks, Spence." I put my hand on his arm and met his eyes with mine. They seemed to stare right through me into my soul.

"Night Sam." We both leaned in kissing the other's cheek.

"Night," I gulped ripping myself from his gaze. When I was finally outside of the car I could breath normally again. His eyes suffocated me, somehow... they'd never done that before.

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