Okay. So I just now watched iGot a Hot Room. Like, literally, I JUST watched it. Absolutely no seddie banter, which I guess, in a sense, is good. Sam did jump on Freddie, but they didn't end up face to face, so it was a dissapointment on my count.

Now, what REALLY disapointed me was the difference of ... EVERYONE.

First off, Jerry Trainer. If you are a dedicated iCarly lover, then you follow them on twitter. If you are a dedicated Twitterer, then you follow Trainer hair facts. Yes, he has hair facts. Like, Chuck Norris facts, but better.

"If #JerryTrainer had a bad hair day, God would wake up in a cold sweat and realize he was just having a nightmare."

And now, his hair is gone. Gone. As if he's ... Crazy Steve or something. My world is falling apart. Then there's Sam's hair. Turning brown much? HOW DARE SHE. Freddie? Did he hit ANOTHER stage of puberty? He's like, 5 inches taller and he looks a LOT older. Speaking of puberty ... Gibby.

Okay. Maybe everything else I've mentioned was a little bit of an exaderation. But I know I can't be the only one who's epically confused. Gibby. He looks so. Not Gibby. He's all tan. He's taller. He's way skinnier. And his voice ... oh gosh. Puberty can work magic (Freddieeee :P) Or it can cast terrible, evil curses. Like it has done with Gibby's voice.

Okay. I'm done with my rant. And I've really sat and thought about this story. (I vowed not to continue until I saw iGot a Hot Room). So now enjoy. Yeah. You enjoy it good.

I do not own iCarly.

Freddie

I wasn't really sure about going home yet. I didn't know what to expect, you know? But Carly thought I was ready, and she was supposed to be my best friend. I trusted her. I have no idea why, but I just trusted her.

Maybe I didn't lose my better judgment in that accident.

I was texting Carly back and forth, but it was a slow conversation. Carly swore she hadn't seen Sam since the day before, and she hasn't answered her calls. Like I said, I trusted her.

When I was home, I came to the decision that I was most definitely a dork. I had all these geeky Galaxy Wars collectables. A whole bunch of posters of famous scientists and inventors. There was one thing, though, that really got me upset.

Not because I didn't like it. I mean, it was great. It just reminded me that things in general, were far from great.

It was a photo booth film strip. I guessed it was pretty recent. From the first picture at the top, it started with me grinning, next to a smirking Sam. The next one down, Sam was saying something, and I was listening intently. The third, we were arguing. And as I went down, the argument got even more intense. I could almost hear the bickering in my ears. But the last picture. The precious last picture at the bottom of the strip.

Had Sam attempting to punch me, but me catching her hand just before it made contact.

I know, I know, it sounds really bad. Like, really really bad.

But I was smirking this time, and Sam was grinning.

There has to be a light at the end of this tunnel.

Carly

The vibration of my phone startled me while I was asleep. I had fallen asleep texting Freddie. There was a long moment where no one texted anything, and it was at that moment that I dozed off. Freddie said he was finally home, and asked if I knew where he lived. I didn't text back.

Instead, I ran out the door and crossed the hallway to his apartment. Freddie always kept his spare key behind the flap that read his apartment number. When I was inside and I didn't see anyone, I anxiously ran up the stairs and burst into his room to find him sitting on his bed. He looked up at me, dumbfounded. I grinned, exited to finally see him not in a hospital bed and or hospital gown.

He asked me if I had been with Sam. I told him the truth, which, although he didn't say, I could tell disappointed him. Sympathetically, I joined him on his bed and we sat there in comfortable silence for a while.

Being best friends with polar opposites was a handful sometimes.

With Sam, if you were comforting her, you had to continually point out the bright side and tell her it was all going to be okay. Then, you had to make her a sandwich. One that usually included chicken and or ham and or both.

With Freddie, it was way easier. All you had to do to comfort him was just ... be there. When Freddie's great uncle Jack passed away in '09, I thought I'd try and bring up his attitude. I did all the things Sam liked people to do for her when she was upset, but all it did was irritate him. He told me he didn't want to talk about it, because the more you talk about it, the easier you forget.

I didn't understand that when he first told me. I always thought, if you keep talking about it, you never get it off your mind. But I realized when we sat there for two hours straight and no one said anything and the only noise you would hear was the A/C kick on every other hour, that I will never forget his uncle Jack, even though I'd never met him in my life.

And that's because we didn't talk about him. We just thought about him. I heard a few stories about him over the years, and he seemed like a pretty cool guy. I sat there speculating what he was like. Freddie and his mom made him seem like he was a super hero. A rich one apparently, because he always had gifts for Freddie, even on Hanukkah. Freddie's not Jewish.

I expected this time around to be exactly the same. Just silence. And that after the silence was done, Freddie would be his normal upbeat, optimistic self. But he broke the silence after only about 15 minutes.

"Hey Carly?" I looked at him, ready to listen to whatever he needed to say. He was telling me something about a dream he had the night before. It was really confusing though, so at first, I didn't fully understand. Until he started talking about the end. He was in the street, just before the taco truck was about to hit me. Then, he saw himself run into the street and pushed me out of the way. And then he woke up. Freddie looked at me expectantly, as if he was a wealthy king and I was a poor villager who knew how to interpret dreams. I smiled at him smugly, and shook my head. He turned his head to the right in confusion.

"Freddie, you weren't dreaming. You were remembering. You remember the accident."

Freddie

Carly is a cool girl. Yes, I've decided. I sat there and listened to her tell me about herself, Sam, Spencer and even me. It was fascinating. Apparently, I was a total computer wiz, and that trait comes in handy with Carly and Sam, because I video tape their 'web show'. But I guess it's all about Carly, since it's called iCarly.

"Hey! You came up with the name!" She defended herself. I shook my head. If I was going to come up with any name for a web show, it would be something way cooler. And if I was going to make a name for a web show including Sam Puckett and Carly Shay, it would at least be called iSam.

No offense to Carly or anything, but I mean, come on? Sam is my angel.

Carly says we're like celebrities. That everyone knows us and it's kind of weird sometimes. You never get to introduce yourself anymore, and you get used to skipping that part of the conversation entirely. She says sometimes she gets caught off guard when someone asks what her name is, and answers wrong.

When she was telling me some sort of story about Sam's mom always having a new boyfriend, my mind started to wonder. Not too far though, I was still thinking of Sam. But I was also still confused. About what? You may ask.

Everything.

Things were going so great. The second Sam walked into that hospital room, we clicked. Immediately. And now, all of a sudden, out of the blue, Sam hates me. She wants nothing to do with me. She doesn't even consider me, to be me.

I just don't get it.

"Carly ... " Words were flying out of Carly's mouth wildly, but then she slowed down and looked at me intently. She was concerned, I could tell. I had to admit, we were speaking with a nice tone in the conversation, and my change of voice was sort of sudden. "What's wrong with me?"

"What ... ?" Carly laughed, but it wasn't a 'Haha! That's funny!' laugh. It was a 'You're ... you're talking like a crazy person and starting to make me worry' laugh. "What are you talking about?"

I looked to my left and stared at my pillow. When Carly had gotten on my bed with me and we sat in an awkward yet somehow comforting silence, we were sitting upright. By now, though, we were lying back, facing my ceiling. "Sam, she ... something must be wrong with me ... for her to hate me so much."

Carly was watching me talk, but turned her head back up the ceiling and smiled to herself. "Nothing's wrong with you Freddie. You're just the wrong person at the wrong time."

"How do you mean that?" I stared at imaginary clouds on my ceiling. Carly took a while to answer.

"Freddie Benson and Sam Puckett don't get along much, you know that. Amnesia Freddie Benson however ... he's a little different. Wrong person. Wrong time. Tough luck kid." I side glanced at Carly, who had her eyes closed now, like she was falling asleep. This girl amazed me. I can almost understand why I had been in love with her, like she told me I was. Almost.

Sam

I flipped through the pages of the large book, while sipping viciously at a blueberry smoothie. When I sucked all that was left out of the medium size styrofoam cup, I held out my hand at T-Bo across the counter. "Hit me."

This repeated itself a couple of times until I found the page I wanted. Retrograde Amnesia was the title of the chapter. The easiest to deal with, and quickest to go away. I read the subtitle cautiously.

"In retrograde amnesia, a person's pre-existing memories are lost to conscious recollection, beyond an ordinary degree of forgetfulness. Blah Blah Blah Blah ... The person may be able to memorize new things that occur after the onset of amnesia, but is unable to recall some or all of their life or identity prior to the onset. Onset ... what is that like, the accident?" I asked T-Bo frantically. He rolled his eyes and snatched the book out of my hands. He looked at the front cover and read the title aloud.

"Amnesia for Dummies. What are you reading this for?" He asked, speaking louder then the situation called for.

"Gimmie my book back!" I reached for it, but missed. Curse T-Bo and his height. Luckily, he had kept his thumb in the retrograde amnesia page and opened the book from there.

"Post-traumatic amnesia is generally due to a head injury (e.g. a fall, a knock on the head). Traumatic amnesia is often transient, but may be permanent of either anterograde, retrograde, or mixed type. Dang. Are you sure this is for dummies?" While he wasn't paying close attention, I was able to snatch the book back from him. I read through the page silently, but as previously implied, was unable to understand a complete sentence.

"You know, I went to medical school for two whole years. Just thought I'd throw that out there ... " T-Bo pretended to nonchalantly wipe at his blender with a cloth, but we both knew he was trying to convince me to let him help me. Option-less, I gave in and reluctantly passed him the book.

"The extent of the period covered by the amnesia is related to the degree of injury and may give an indication of the prognosis for recovery of other functions." T-Bo read. I looked at him, not computing. He nodded his head, as if he only just realized he was the only one out of the two of us who could understand that book, and proceeded to explain. "It's saying how bad the amnesia is and or how long, depends on how bad the accident. Well, unless it wasn't an accident. Then in depends on the incident, I guess."

"Okay, I know that! Keep reading!"

"Mild trauma, such as a car accident that results in no more than mild whiplash, might cause the occupant of a car to have no memory of the moments just before the accident due to a brief interruption in the short/long-term memory transfer mechanism. The sufferer may also lose knowledge of who people are ... they may remember events, but will not remember faces of them!" Bingo.

"So what you're saying is ... Freddie will be able to remember let's say ... his birthday party. But not who the people who went actually were?" T-Bo nodded, as if it made enough sense. "Wait so ... can he remember what's happening while he has amnesia?"

T-Bo looked at my like I was weird. "What 'chu talkin' 'bout girl?"

"Ugh. Will Freddie be able to remember what happened while he was like, in the hospital, after he regains his memory?" I elucidated, and T-Bo nodded with understanding. Then laughed, at his previous misunderstanding. Then there was silence. I stared at T-Bo expectantly, and he looked up at me, as if he didn't know why I was staring at him.

"So can he?" I must have startled him, because he dropped the book on the counter at the sound of my voice and quickly picked it back up again.

"Oh! Oh! Um ... I don't know." His expression looked afraid. Oh goodness. This was going to take a while, I could just tell.

"So check ... in the book!" I said between clenched teeth.

"Um .. Uhh ... let's see." T-Bo frantically flipped through the pages, his hands shaking. Wow. Was I that intimidating? "Here we go! If the person has retrograde amnesia (they forgot what happened before the events that lead to amnesia) and then recovers their memories, because the mind is in a subconsiues state, they do not remember the memories they formed in between (memories from when they had forgotten their old memories)."

"Wow ... So ... Freddie won't remember any of this? None of it? At all?" My heart started to beat a lot slower. That means he won't remember the kiss in the hospital. And the other kiss in the hospital. Or the fight.

"It also means that if anyone was to say ... date Freddie, he wouldn't have any memory of it when his amnesia was fully gone." T-Bo must have been reading my mind. What was he trying to imply? I looked up at him and silently asked him this question, but he just smirked at me.

"Okay ... ? Why would you say that?" T-Bo did kind of look like the fortune teller type ... maybe he was racking my brain right in front of me.

"Oh just thought I'd, you know, throw that out there." He shrugged and went back to wiping that stupid blender. Oh no. He wasn't going to play mind games with me. "I mean it's only fair-"

"Fair? How is it at all fair? Someone will date Freddie, have the time of their lives, gain all these sudden feelings for him and he won't remember a thing! It will be like it never happened ... " It finally came out. I was afraid. Of course, while kissing Freddie the second and even third time, I considered what it would be like being his girlfriend. Holding his hand. Resting my head on his chest. I thought it would be amazing, which is why I was so afraid. Afraid that I would sit there and want Freddie, and he would start out loving me, sure. But one day, suddenly, he wouldn't want me back.

"You know, you're actually pretty lucky if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't." I stared at T-Bo angrily then rolled my eyes and stared down at my hands. He needed to stop reading my mind.

"I mean, you can't tell me you've never been curious." I snapped my head up and looked at him. But he didn't look at me. He just wiped that freaking blender.

"Curiosity is an evil characteristic to own." I stared at T-Bo cautiously, not really sure where he was going with this conversation.

"You're right. It is. Curiosity did kill the cat, right?" He laughed and looked at me for confirmation. I nodded slowly, one eyebrow raised with suspicion. He breath on the blender a few times, then started wiping it again. "But of course, the cat didn't have amnesia did it?"

Silence. T-Bo was a very cunning person, I realized that day.

"No ... not that I know of."

"See, if you were to date Freddie, and it all backfired, he would never remember. And you could always just pretend nothing ever happened and sooner or later, it would be like nothing, in fact, ever happened." Right as T-Bo informed me of this, Carly and Freddie burst into the Groovy Smoothie.

Carly

How Freddie convinced me to help him get Sam to go out with him, I have no idea. I guess I just felt a little sympathy. Plus, I can't say I didn't miss scheming with my best friend again.

Freddie

Carly must truly be Sam's best friend, because she knew exactly where Sam would be, and sure enough, we found her in the smoothie place down the street from Bushwell Plaza. She didn't look too surprised to see us, like I thought she would be. It was almost like she was ... expecting it.

"Sam! Sam I gotta talk to you." I said, panting from moving faster then instructed on my crutches. Sam crossed her arms, but her expression looked sincere. Alright. She was actually going to listen to me. This is already going much better then I'd thought.

"Um ... I'm sorry. I said some things and ... did ... some things ..." Wait, why was I apologizing? I didn't do anything! Trailing off, I looked to Carly for support. Carly just shrugged at me.

"Freddie ... you're walking ... " Sam laughed and touched the side of her face like this was a sight to see, and before I knew what was happening, her arms were rapped around me. Totally confused, but definitely not complaining, I smiled. Then I caught a wiff of her strawberry kiwi scented hair and I lost balance. Luckily, Carly was behind me, and she caught me and steadied my crutches.

I knew I could trust her. When Sam pulled away from me, I looked at her, uber confused. Wasn't she mad at me? Didn't she say not to talk to her until I was normal again? Did she use strawberry kiwi scented shampoo? Sam must have noticed my confused expression, because she began to explain.

"Look, Freddie ... I ... Overreacted the other day. I um ... didn't have to get as mad as I did. It was kind of stupid, actually. You were nothing but sweet to me, a total gentleman. I was just ... scared." I could tell just by the way she spoke that she wasn't comfortable saying all this out loud. And for that, I admired her even more.

"So ... you forgive me? For ... whatever I did?" She didn't answer. She just smiled at me, and that was enough. I took advantage of this hallmark moment and went out on a limb. "Well then. Do you think you could give me the honor of maybe ... being my girlfriend?"

I immediately regretted it seconds after saying it. I closed my eyes and silently cursed myself for moving too quickly. But Sam didn't slap me or scoff or even roll her eyes. She slowly, one step at a time, walked in front of me, and grabbed hold of my shirt collar. Our faces were just inches apart, and she rested her forehead on mine.

Then she kissed me. It was soft, and sweet. And quick.

And it was the best out of all the kisses we shared, by far.

Thank you Wikipedia and Yahoo:Answers for the amnesia information. I will repay you someday unless I can't find you or I forget. (High five to whoever knows what that's from)

Tell me what you think :)

Oh, and the Golden Gate Bridge is held up with locks of #JerryTrainor 's hair.

~LOLS