{This is a post iLoveYou story. This is my first attempt at writing a seddie fanfic. In no way do I own iCarly or anything related, Dan Schneider does.}

Sam's POV

I sat on Carly's couch, staring at my reflection in the bigger fork.

"Where on earth did you get that?" Carly asked, shaking her head with a smile forming on her lips.

"Same place the other one came from."

"Epic forks dot com?"

"That's the site." Carly flipped on Celebrities Underwater. "You know I don't like that show, Shay."

"I do, so no erasing it!" Spencer shouted as he bounded into the room. He flopped between Carly and I, and I began to feel very squished.

"This couch is too small for the four of us." I stated in a cowboy twang. No one moved, just glanced between one another and the bigger fork.

"Kick out Bigger Fork!" Spencer said.

"What? I am not abandoning this fork!" I cried.

"It's just an eating utensil, Sam!" Carly replied.

"How dare you say that about Bigger Fork!" I gasped, clutching the fork against my body, my knuckles beginning to turn slightly whiter than normal, just as the Shay apartment door opened.

"What about Bigger Fork?" Freddie said as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. My heart started beating faster, butterflies fluttered in the bottomless pit of my stomach, and I began to feel sick.

"Sam won't move Bigger Fork." Carly explained.

"Really Sam?" Freddie asked.

"Forks have feelings too!" I defended, my grip tightening a bit.

"Really Sam?" He asked again.

Seriously? Why must he make that face? One eyebrow raised slightly, a couple wrinkles forming on her perfect forehead, his muscled arms crossed, just beginning to strain against the fabric of his shirt. My lungs felt as if they had been deprived of air for the longest time. It wasn't mutual.

"Sam!" Carly yelled, waving a hand in front of my face. I jolted backwards, squeezed between Spencer and the arm of the couch even worse than before. My grip faltered on Bigger Fork as I leaned over Spencer to smack Carly on the arm as I felt my face getting warm. Please no, don't blush, not in front of him.

"Fine!" I spat, standing up.

My feet dragged me to the kitchen, where I laid Bigger Fork on the counter. Next thing I knew I was making myself a ham and cheese sandwich, extra ham. I took a bite into the sandwich as I walked back towards everyone else. I pulled myself onto one of the Shay's barstools and tried to let myself focus on Celebrities Underwater, just as everyone else was. Or well, mainly Spencer it seemed. I didn't know what Freddie was doing, whether he was watching or not, but I knew that Carly wasn't, since I could see her staring at me from the corner of my eye. I only hoped she wouldn't corner me later.

Carly's POV

What was that? Was I the only one who noticed that? How did no one else notice that? What was that! I am so confused! Sam doesn't normally get that look on her face unless she's staring into an after school ham. How did no one else notice that! Maybe they did? Did Freddie? He must have!

Sam and I were hanging out in my bedroom. I was jumping on my purple, circular trampoline while Sam was sprawled on her stomach along my ice cream sandwich lounger. She was kicking her socked feet over the edge of the lounger, Big Fork resting on my couch, abandoned as soon as we walked in. It looked like Sam was starting to fall asleep.

"Sam." I said as I stopped jumping. "Sam!" I repeated, a little louder than before. Her breathing looked like it had slowed a little, but her feet were still moving. "Puckett!" I yelled, receiving no response yet again. I walked over towards the couch, grabbed Bigger Fork, and whacked Sam on her butt. She yelped, rolling and falling off the far edge of the lounger.

What was that for, Shay!" She yelled as she stood up, glaring at me.

"You were falling asleep!" I paused. "We need to talk."

"Are you breaking up with me Carly?" Sam gasped softly, pretending that her heart

was breaking, and it looked very convincing.

"We were never together!" I exclaimed. "While we are talking about break-ups..."

"Are we really talking about this again Carly? I told you, it was mutual!" Sam said before I could finish my sentence.

"That look on your face earlier this afternoon gave the impression that it wasn't!"

"What look?" Sam's eyes shifted a little.

"You know the look I'm talking about! That look of complete and utter infatuation that was painted on your face as you stared at Freddie!"

"It didn't work out, we didn't work out! Being a couple didn't work out! We were incompatible Carly, we were just trying to awkwardly force out friendship into something more! It was mutual!" Sam said, practically screaming at me by the time she finished her sentence.

Force their friendship into something more?

"How did that pop on your head?" I asked, my voice raising.

"Freddie and I were standing on the stairs when you told that to Spencer and Jenna! We heard it all! You told Spencer and Jenna that they were just trying to force their friendship into something more and it wasn't right, you said it was creepy, and we both knew without saying it that you thought the same about us!" Sam explained, her mouth biting out the word creepy.

"I wasn't talking about you two at all! I was talking about Spencer and Jenna, it wasn't directed to you two at all!"

Well it sure felt like it was! Two plus two equals four, we connected the dots, we knew that it was the same for us. It was mutual. We both decided that it was best to break up, we both did, we both did." She repeated the last part, seeming as if she was trying to reassure herself.

"I don't think so, Sam." I said, my eyes looking down into hers.

"Whatever Shay." Sam said, walking past me and towards the door.

"Where are you going Sam?" I asked, turning around and walking a few steps.

"I don't know. I just can't be here right now. I need some time to think, okay? I thought I was fine and now you've gotten me all confused and this is all your fault! Freddie's to blame, too! If he hadn't walked in looking and talking to me like he did, I would have been fine! I wouldn't have the butterflies in my stomach, I wouldn't feel like I would puke out of anxiousness every second I try to walk, I would be sleeping or enjoying some food right now, but no! I just cannot be left alone! Something or someone always has to come and yank my mind back towards Freddie!" Sam paused. "Whatever. I'm out."

And like that, Sam Puckett opened the door, and slammed it shut behind her.