A/N: Hola.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

After the three had gone back to Carly's apartement, Carly decided that she was going to go upstairs to put on a movie.

Freddie called after her.

"You want me to help you with the DVD player?" he asked.

Carly rolled her eyes. "I'm not retarted, Freddie. I know how to work a DVD player." she said, laughing and going upstairs.

Which left Sam and Freddie alone.

Freddie looked at Sam, and saw that she looked much better than yesterday. Her hair was combed, and her eyes were not as red. But still, Freddie sensed that whatever was bothering Sam was not yet gone.

Suddenly his phone rang.

I'm a barbie girl, In a barbie world... it sang.

Freddie glared at his phone. Stupid kid must've reset his ringtone while he was babysitting.

Sam laughed a bit, but said nothing.

Freddie opened up his phone to see a test message from Gibby.

"What's up, Freddie? Mommy need to spray you with tick lotion again?" asked Sam.

Freddie glared at her. "It's precautionary." he defended as he looked down at his text message.

To Freddie:

Dude! Why didn't you tell me you were gay? it read.

Freddie furrowed his brow in confusion and typed back to him.

To Gibby:

I have no idea what you're talking about. he typed.

Seconds later, he received another text.

To Freddie:

You know...how you're attracted to guys. It's okay, buddy. I don't judge. I heard from Rona. She's basically told everyone. Hey, my cousin's gay. Want me to hook you up? he texted.

Freddie rolled his eyes and texted back a response.

To Gibby:

Just because someone's gay, doesn't mean they're attracted to every guy they meet. And no. Don't you DARE set me up with your cousin. he typed.

It never dawned on Freddie to tell Gibby that he was, in fact, as far from gay as you could get. He snorted. Rona. Why on earth was she causing all these problems?

"What's up, Freddamame?" Sam asked, looking over his shoulder to read his text message.

He showed it to her without complaint. He knew she'd just rip it out of his hands if he didn't. And he'd get to keep his phone that way.

"Gibby's under this delusion that I'm gay. See, I told Rona Burger I was gay so she's stop harrassing me to go out with her. Now, she's telling everyone she can find." he explained, going back to his text message.

Sam's eyes widened in shock, and a smile graced her lips.

"So...you're NOT gay." she said.

Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Of course not. That was just a lie to get Rona off of my back." Freddie continued to text Gibby.

To Gibby:

Stop Rona. I'm not actually gay. I just told her that. he typed.

To Freddie:

You do realize whe she learns you're not gay, she'll go back to hounding you. Gibby typed.

Freddie bit his lip. Gibby was right. If Rona ever found out that he wansn't actually gay, he was in some deep caca.

"Shit." Freddie cursed, running a hand through his hair.

"What's up? Boy trouble?" Sam grinned.

Freddie glared at her. "This isn't funny, Sam. If Rona ever finds out that I'm not actually gay, then I'm in deep shit. She'll continue to harrass me about dating her, and I am SO not going there." he told her.

"So, tell her you have a boyfriend." she said.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "And where on earth am I going to find a boyfriend?" he asked, typing furiously to Gibby.

Sam then got a devious look in her eyes. Freddie knew that look. That was her thinking look.

Freddie voiced this.

"I know that look. Sam, what are you thinking?" he asked.

Sam took one of Carly's scrunchies from nearby and tied her hair up.

"Sam's a boy's name too, right Freddie?"

A/N: I think I'll stop here. REVIEW!