"And that's it today for iCarly! We'll see you next week when my brother Spencer tries to beat the world record for the highest number of grapes a man can stuff in his mouth!"

You don't even bother to hit the applause button, just like you haven't bothered to talk for pretty much the whole show. Just like you tried to avoid any contact, eye or otherwise, with Carly.

"Aaaaand CUT!" Yells Freddie. You say nothing.

"Freddie, Sam, want to run over to Groovy Smoothie to celebrate our record number of viewers?"

Freddie immediately agrees. You nod unenthusiastically. Ever since the kiss, Carly has acted like nothing happened between you two, no more lingering stares or unnecessary hand-holding. As cliched as it sounds, you're beginning to wonder if it ever really happened at all and if you just dreamed the whole thing.

But you know better.

You could never dream up something that good.

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You're sitting next to Freddie in the booth, across from Carly. Freddie is leaning over the table just like Carly, trying to get his little face as close to hers as possible. You're leaning back into the seat, staring at your smoothie and not really listening to the conversation.

"Did you hear me, Sam? Sam?" You always snap back to the world when she says your name.

"What?" You ask.

I said, that hot guy over there is totally checking you out!" Freddie makes a gagging noise when she says this. You give her a pained look and halfheartedly glance over in the direction she indicated. It's true. He's even decently cute, but it doesn't give you the same feeling it once might have. The boy notices you staring and grins at you. You look away, disgusted. How can she do this to you?

"Huh, Yeah. I guess he is. Too bad his ears are way too big for his face and he has a bad haircut," you lie. His ears are perfectly normal and he has the kind of hair you normally like on guys. "Kind of reminds me of Freddie," you say, teasing, but not really getting any enjoyment out of it. Carly sighs and starts talking to Freddie again and you lose yourself once again in the colors of your smoothie.

"Hi," an unfamiliar and gravelly voice butts into your daydreams. You look up to see the cute boy looking right at you.

"Uhhh...Hey?" You ask.

"I'm Matt."

"Sam," you reply, almost coldly. You can't help it, you're completely not interested, so why even bother trying to be nice to a guy who'll just end up trying to get in your pants?

"It's nice to meet you Sam." There's something touching your ankle. "So, where do you go to school?" It's moving, brushing up and down your leg. It can't be Freddie...

"Uhhh...sorry, what?" You swear you can see her smirk out of the corner of your eye.

He looks at you strangely and you realize you're being rude, but honestly, you don't really care. "I said, where do you go to school?" The thing hooks around your leg and traces circles on the back of your calf.

"Here. In Seattle. A high school. Here," your thoughts are disjointed and it carries over to your words. Matt just stares at you.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I gotta go," he replies, clearly annoyed. The thing is still circling your leg.

"Yeah. Bye," you say to his back.

The thing unhooks from your leg and returns to its side of the table.

Carly looks smug.

Freddie just stares.