Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, but, well, I'm usually a bragger… but… I OWN BUSTER! IN YOOOOUR FACE! Mwahahahha I own a person now. I OWN A HOBO! :D

SPOV:

I walked into the alley and found my favorite, scraggily hobo. He was sitting against the brick wall beside a dumpster. I smiled and sat down beside him.

"Sup' Buster," I said.

"Hey Sam," he said with a smile, "How are you today?"

"Remember that Freddie guy I've told you about?"

"Yeah, the one that you have a crush on? Yes."

I chuckled. "Yeah. Well, I went to his apartment today and well, we uh, we almost kissed."

"Sam! I'm so happy for you!" He grinned his almost toothless smile and gave me a high-five. "Why was it almost though?"

"His crazy mom came in and interrupted us." I shook my head and looked down.

"Don't be sad, Sam. You'll be able to kiss another time."

"You think so?"

"I'll make sure of it," he said, smiling again.

"I hope."

"So, has Freddie asked you to the prom yet?"

"I already told you, I don't have the money anyway."

"So? You don't have to wear a dress that costs hundreds of dollars to have a good prom."

"Try telling that to people like… Carly. I know she's my best friend, but she can be so superficial sometimes. Like, if she knew I was talking to somebody like you, she'd make me stop. She'd probably try to take me to a therapist." I chuckled and leaned my head back against the wall.

"You seem jealous of Carly."

"Sam Puckett doesn't get jealous."

"Whatever. Guess what I did last night?" Buster grinned.

"What?"

"I watched iCarly!"

"Oh my gosh! How?" I grinned.

"I was walking by some houses and somebody was watching it on their laptop. I looked through the window the whole time."

I laughed. "You would." I shook my head and smiled.

"I saw Freddie looking at you a lot whenever he turned the camera."

"Really?"

"Really." He laughed.

"You know, he probably already has a date to the prom."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"It's kind of awkward."

"Well, if he doesn't ask you, then we should have our own prom. Here."

"Deal." I smiled.

"Sam, do you wanna know something?"

"What?"

"You're my best friend." He smiled his goofy toothless smile.

"Thanks. It feels good to be appreciated."

"Plenty of people appreciate you."

"No, most people are scared of me."

"That's why I like talking to you. You're not some puny girl."

"Freddie doesn't care about that."

"I think that Freddie loves you just the way you are, Sam."

He patted my shoulder. I bent my knees up and laid my head in my hands on them.

FPOV:

I lied on my bed, thinking about how I almost just kissed Sam, until my cell phone vibrated at my side.

I looked at the caller ID. Tasha. I had been trying to help her with her breakup with Gibby. (A/N: Freddie is bold and Tasha is italics.)

"Hello?"

"Hey Freddie!"

"What's up?"

"I'm doing better with getting over Gibby."

"Well, that's good. I'm happy for you."

"Yeah. So I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"

"Oh, um, sure, Tasha. When?"

"Meet me at the Groovy Smoothie tonight?"

"Sure. See you later."

"Yay! Thanks Freddie."

"Why are you thanking me? I'd love to go on a date with you."

"For everything. Like, helping me with Gibby."

"Oh, no problem."

"Awesome. I'll see you later. Bye Freddie!"

"Bye Tasha."

I hung up and lied back on my bed. Oh my God. How did I get a date with Tasha? She's like… hot.

As I walked to the Groovy Smoothie, I began to think about if I was doing the right thing. I mean, I only almost kissed Sam because I wanted to comfort her, right? Sometimes you just need a kiss. But do I really like Sam in a romantic way? Right now, I'm unsure of that.