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iCarly, me? Nah ah! That could only happen in a million years.

Chapter 5

Sam's POV

After Carly stomped upstairs I decided I should go across the hall and apologise to the nub. I am already starting to feel bad about prank calling him, and Pucketts don't feel bad!

I walked across the hall to his apartment and turned the handle to find it was locked. I will just have to pick the lock. I reached into my hair and pulled out a bobby pin. I easily picked the lock and strolled inside his apartment, passed crazy and straight to Frednub's bedroom.

I stood outside Freddie's bedroom door, and took a deep breathe. I knocked on the door, which is something I rarely do, and waited for an answer.

"Who is it?" Freddie asked from the other side of the door.

"Sam," I paused, "Can I come in?

I waited for him to answer. I heard footsteps and the door swung open revealing Freddie. He was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms and an under shirt. His hair was messy and hanging over his forehead, instead of it being gelled back.

"Hi," I said, walking into his room.

He closed the door behind me, "Hey."

I took a deep breathe, "Look, I'm sorry, okay." He sat down on his bed and I took a seat next to him. "I'm sorry for prank calling you and for pretending to be you father." I sighed, "That was really mean and I should have thought twice before doing that."

Freddie smiled, "It's okay."

We sat the in silence until Freddie spoke, "So, what happened to yours?"

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion, "My what?"

"Your dad, what happened to yours? Why'd he leave?"

I sighed; I didn't like talking about my dad to anyone. I never really did. The only person I had ever talked about my dad to was Carly.

I looked at the floor, my hands fiddling with a loose thread on my t-shirt, "He left," My gaze still on the floor, "I don't even know why. He probably got sick of my mum." I felt Freddie's hand rub my back.

We sat there together, on his dorky Galaxy Wars bed spread.

"Sam?" Fredpus's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned my head to face him, "What nub?"

"Thanks,"

I knitted my eyebrows together, "Why are you thanking me?" I questioned.

"For being a good friend," How was I a good friend? I played a horrible prank on him, treat him like shit and he still calls me a friend, let alone a good one.

"How am I a good friend?"

"Well you can make my life a bit painful sometimes and take your pranking a little seriously,"

"A little?" I interrupted him.

"Fine really seriously, but you just told me about your dad and now I kinda understand why you act the way you act, so thanks.

He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I've been feeling weirdly when I'm around the dork. It's a strange feeling and I haven't felt it when I'm with anyone else before. I shifted closer to him and I noticed that he did too. I started to lean in and before I could stop myself my lips were on his.

The kiss was magical, soft and sweet. I had missed his soft pink lips on mine since we had first kissed two years ago. Our lips moved in time with each other's, neither of us missing a beat. Freddie deepened the kiss, moving his hand to my face and gently caressing my cheek with his thumb. We both pulled apart, looking into each other's eyes.

What the hell just happened?

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