A/N- Yay! Finally an update! Sorry for such a long wait. I've had a writers block on this story. A really short chapter but anyway, on with the story!

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Chpt 7

Sam's POV

It had been a few nights since the incident that shall not be mentioned. Carly and I were lying lazily in her bedroom. We had shot iCarly earlier that night and Freddie had left long ago leaving Carly and I by ourselves.

"So," Carly began, starting a convocation, "everything's alright between you and Freddie?"

"Yeah. I told you what happened a few weeks ago. Everything's fine and dandy," I lied. The truth was that ever since Freddie and I had talked and ever since the kiss things have been nothing but awkward between us. We put on an act when we were in front of Carly, trying to act as normal as we could but when she left we barely talked.

Carly nodded uncertainly, "Yeah, but you guys barely talk now. What's up?"

"Nothing's up, everything's fine,"

"C'mon, I'm not stupid. Ever since you went over to Freddie's apartment you've been acting different. Something happened between you and Freddie. Something big, what was it?" Carly asked, sounding a little excited and giddy at the end.

I sighed, "Nothing's going on. I'm getting tired; let's just go to sleep,"

"Sam, you're gonna have to tell me sometime."

"Night," I turned the light off, leaving Carly to wonder what was going on.

It had been a week since Freddie had returned to school. Things have returned to practically normal now. We hadn't brought up what happened a few nights ago and I want it to stay that way but my mind keeps bringing up what happened that night. There are so many questions left unanswered.

"Freddie!" I yelled, running towards him. He was heading towards the library. We both had study period now. Carly had a different class and this was the perfect time to talk to him.

He turned around smiling when he saw me, "Oh hey Sam." He stopped walking and waited for me to catch up to him.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

I fidgeted with a loose thread on my hoodie, "Remember a few nights ago, I came to your apartment to, um, apologized to you?" I asked, mumbling the end of the sentence too embarrassed to say it out loud. He nodded, "and before I left you said thanks, what did you mean by that?"

He took a deep breath. "Well, you kind of helped me figure out something. Something important."

"What?" I asked nervously.

He took another deep breath, running his hand through his hair. He only did that when he was nervous, why was he nervous?

"Now don't freak out when I tell you this but..."

A/N- sorry, I just had to leave it as a cliff hanger. Who can guess what Freddie's gonna say next?

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