THE AFTERMATH OF iCARLY

Freddie: another Seddie shipper

Yikes. She was seriously expecting him to kiss her.

It was all he could think at the moment. The girl wasn't giving him much of a choice. It was either kiss her, or lose her forever.

Freddie was unsure of where to look, lean or do anything really. He loved Sam. He still loves Sam despite everything they have been through. Nothing about their relationship is easy. In fact, the easy way out, was to kiss Angela and be with Angela, and not Sam.

But Sam. Sam was feisty, rude, selfish and loud. Especially loud. And every time he looked at her, she'd glare at him.

Then there was the New York issue with Angela. She was going there regardless of his feelings for her. She would start a new life, with a new job and a new boyfriend... ouch! A new boyfriend? Freddie felt a pang of jealousy just thinking about her being with someone else.

But Sam.

"Angela, I want to kiss you," he says, all manly. He could hear Carly laughing at him all the way from Italy.

"Then kiss me."

"But..."

He was just about to say 'But I can't. I love Sam', and it was just as well he stopped himself. The girl in front of him opened her eyes again, took off the newly unknotted apron and placed it on one of the stools near the counter. Freddie watches as she takes a seat beside him.

"Sam?"

How did she know? Freddie thought. How could she possibly know?

"If it's Sam, then it's okay. I think the two of you have some sort of unspoken connection."

He still said nothing, but stared at her as though she was speaking to him in Chinese. Angela laughs softly and shakes her head, and Freddie can't say anything or do anything. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place. The stool wobbled a bit as he shifted uncomfortably.

Sam. Everything came down to his feelings for Sam. Sam this and Sam that. He was pretty much an emotional train wreck when she was mentioned. Or thought about. Or anything really. Sam, Sam, Sam. The past came flooding back. The lock-in kiss. The kiss in the rain. His proposal. The other dozen times that they kissed. The date. The time he got hit by a bicycle - aka the first time she fell in love with him, or so she told him. The flood grew stronger. And yet he remained sitting there and listening to the voice of the girl.

"I knew from the first time I saw you two together," she gushes. "I said to myself, 'Gosh, Ange. Those two are meant for each other. And of course, I was right. You two must stay together. But then you kissed me the other night and it wasn't meant to happen."

Freddie opens his mouth, but Angela places a hand up to stop him.

"It was a mistake. You and I both know that it was."

"It was a nice mistake." Freddie admits. Angela slaps his arm. "Ow!"

"Don't! It was totally crazy. You love Sam."

The boy nods slowly. Angela squeals and suddenly hugs him tightly and excitedly. What was that about her being similar to Carly again? Yeah, it's things like this that truly pushed her into that category.

All this time of denial, Freddie didn't see it - until now. Angela was just another Seddie shipper.

"You love Sa-am! You love Sa-am! You love-" she chants, and begins skipping around. Until Freddie's anger shows itself.

"Shut up!"

"It's true though. You love Sam! This makes me happy." It makes us ALL happy, Angela. It makes us all happy.

And all the other Seddie shippers around the world raised up their glasses of non-alcoholic wine in agreeance with her and toasted the awesomeness that is Sam and Freddie.

Freddie sighed and gave up any chance of calming the girl down after admitting everything he had kept quiet for so long. He must admit though, it felt kind of nice to tell someone of his desire. Not that he'd tell her what happened before they broke up or even what had happened the previous night - the proposal. That damn proposal changed everything!

Why did he have to go and ask her to marry him?

He didn't mean to say what he said. It slipped out. Kind of a spur of the moment type of thing. Since when, though, is a marriage proposal just a spur of the moment? Oh unless the person is on their death-bed and that's like their dying request.

Whoa. A bit creepy sounding. But romantic and sweet. Sort of.

But Sam wasn't on her death-bed. He may have been though. Especially after traipsing in with Gibby, unannounced and trying to "rescue" her from her wedding date duty to Brad. That was actually Gibby's idea, not his. He stole a car and everything!

"Penny for your thoughts?" Angela says.

"I have something to tell you. But you have to promise me you won't go singing about it."

"I promise."

"I mean it Angela."

"Well it sounds pretty serious."

It was pretty much a matter of life or death, in Freddie's opinion. Oh wait, that's Freddie's life or death.

He took a deep breath and blurted it all out.

"I went around to Sam's place like you said, but I saw her and Brad in his car locking lips. I felt pretty hurt but that's beside the point. I apologised just like we had planned but then I... I... I proposed to Sam. I didn't mean it though. I don't want to get married at least not yet! I feel like an idiot. Because she told me, when I told her, that I can't take it back!"

"You can't take it back? Does that mean-"

"Sam wants us to get married."

Angela gasped. Freddie looked away and felt more stupid than ever.

"You don't want to marry Sam. But she wants to marry you? How crazy! Why don't you want to marry her?"

"I can't be married yet!"

"Why not?"

"Well there's... I mean that there's..." He couldn't find any good excuse NOT to marry Samantha Puckett.

He was pretty much doomed. Particularly when he saw a beaming smile spread from ear to ear on Angela's face. Gosh darn it, he thought. There was absolutely no way out of this mess now. He'd probably end up married to the blonde headed demon in the end.

That couldn't happen yet. But he couldn't find a reason why he felt like that. Freddie sighed and put his head into his hands. It was hopeless.

"Where's Sam now?" Angela asks, patting his back softly.

"The wedding."

"Oh you mean Sam's with that gorgeous boy... oh what's his name again?"

"Brad," Freddie says, with a hint of jealousy.

"But Sam's in love with you, she wouldn't try anything with Brad... would she?"

"Who knows? They've already kissed!"

Angela offers him another cookie and places the plate down again after he takes one and breaks it in half. He watches her face turn from joyous and celebratory to a bit curious and thoughtful. It seemed like a plan was being concocted as Freddie chewed the soft dough.

The cookies were pretty awesome. Freddie let his mind wander. I bet she and Brad could combine recipes and make a cookie dough fudge - it would sell like hot-cakes! Or fat-cakes, he thought.

"Maybe I could speak to Sam." Angela suggests, out of the blue.

"I don't think that's a good idea," says Freddie, immediately thinking of the two girls swapping notes on his kissing abilities, or worse!

"Brad?"

"Now that's a possibility."

Maybe his cookie dough fudge idea wasn't SO far-fetched after all. He smiled and finished the rest of the cookie and let Angela talk him into her plan of action. But this time, he wasn't going to kiss her and ruin everything. Well he'd try not to, at least.

The pen was put to paper. Freddie and Angela discussed where and when the plan would take action.

"What if you ask Brad to one of your nerd-expos?"

"It's called the Galaxy Wars convention, and it's not on for another six months."

"Then, you say it's a pre-convention. Just for VIP's only."

"That could work."

Plans usually took longer to work out, especially logistics and such. Freddie watches as Angela chews the end of her pen thoughtfully but is concentrating on the paper more than him. At the moment, they had a place, time and reason. Now it was a matter of getting Sam and Brad there together, as well as both he and Angela being there too!

He could sense a double-date coming on.

He and Sam had been on a double-date before, with Carly and Gibby, surprisingly. It was fun until Carly and Gibby started making-out across the table - and ruined what would have been a delicious pizza. It was weird thinking that two people, such as Gibby and Carly would be making-out with each other... he wondered if Gibby missed her now that she was in Italy. Ironically the place where pizza was born. Funny how that worked out.

Funny how a lot of things worked out. Like his sneaky attraction to the girl who was seated beside him, and his urge to kiss her again. He tried to restrain himself. For all of five minutes.

"Angela you have something on your lip," Freddie says.

"Where?" Angela asks, oblivious to the motive and turns her head toward him.

"Let me-"

His mouth catches hers. She doesn't pull away and instead brushes his cheeks with her hands and kisses him back. It's nice, he thinks. It's very nice but it's no Sam/Freddie kiss.

Another mistake? They say the second mistake is no mistake at all. It's a choice.

This was his choice, to kiss her. He felt his neck grow hot and other parts too, but he CHOSE to keep going. Despite everything else screaming to him "NO! NO! NO!" Or maybe that was the Seddie shippers around the world.

They were now angrily throwing their non-alcoholic wine used for toasting, at their screens.