A/N: Thanks for all the feedback! Here's Sam's response to Carly's confession. What do you think Sam got her? I do not own iCarly, although that'd be pretty wicked awesome if I did.

Sam didn't say anything for a few minutes, Carly's words reverberating in her mind. She definitely didn't hate Carly; she never could. "I don't hate you, Carls," she said softly.

"You...you don't?" Carly asked, the shock registering on her face.

"Of course not," Sam replied, smiling. She didn't know for sure whether or not she liked her best friend as more than just her best friend. She did know, however, that she'd do anything Carly asked, that Carly was the one person Sam would never hurt. That Sam could never hurt.

After a pause, Carly looked shyly over at Sam, drawing all her courage to the surface. Tentatively, she began to speak. "Hey...Sam?"

"Yeah, Carls?"

"How do you feel...about me?"

"I don't know. But I do know I'd do anything you asked. You're the only person besides Melanie I will never hurt. I can't stand it when you're upset or disappointed with me. Other than that, I can't say for sure whether or not I like you." It was so unlike Sam to reveal her true feelings, but once she'd started talking, everything came pouring out without her permission. It sounded messed up and jumbled to Sam, but she could only hope that Carly would understand, that it would make sense to her.

"Do you-do you mean all that?" Carly's voice was soft, as if she was afraid to believe what she'd heard until Sam confirmed it.

"Of course I do. I can't lie to you, Carls, you know that."

Carly simply smiled and reclined back on her beanbag, her arm dangling off the sad in the space that was between them. Taking her hand softly, Sam pulled her up with her.

"What are you doing?" Carly asked, reveling in the fact that their skin was touching.

"Come here. There's something I want to show you," Sam replied simply, leading Carly out of the studio, towards the brunette's bedroom.

Reaching the room, Carly noticed the door was shut. Odd, she remembered keeping it open when she left this morning. Opening the door, she stepped inside. Everything was as it should be, in it's place. Turning to face Sam, she asked, "What did you want to show me?"

Sam smiled, taking her hand once more and leading her over to the bed. "Sit," she said simply. Carly, looking confused, complied, and Sam turned her back on the girl. Where had she put it? Eyes lighting up as she grabbed the gift, she took a deep breath and turned back to the brunette.

"What is this?" Carly asked.

"Just open it, will ya?" Sam asked, getting impatient. Giggling, Carly opened the gift.

"Sam..." she breathed, looking up at the blonde.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Where? How?" Carly couldn't seem to form a coherent phrase.

"I've been saving up some money for something really special. I know I said I wasn't sure if I liked you, and I'm still not, but I felt like I had to do something special for you. You deserve it."

"Thank you so much!" Carly replied, setting the box down and hugging her best friend. This time, though, it was Sam who felt electricity blaze through her skin at the contact.

"Hey, Carls?" she asked, her face flushed.

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep over tonight?"

"Sure, Sam," Carly replied, smiling at the blonde.