Hello, my glorious Seddiers! I'm usually fairly quick on updating chapters, unless either nobody reviews or I'm completely swamped with schoolwork.

To LyshaLuvsSeddie: See? You reviewed, so you will be spared from Sam's angry, butter sock-filled wrath. And thank you!

To DannySamLover20: Thanks! I do try. :)

In case I didn't make this perfectly clear, there will be NO Creddie romance in my stories. Creddie shippers be warned, I will only ever use Creddie friendship. But Cibby, however...

Disclaimer: Seeing as it took just about four seasons for Sam and Freddie to get together, I do not own iCarly. I also do not own Rocky Horror Picture Show. :(

"Pre-show snacking, anyone?" Carly entered the studio with a tray of red velvet cupcakes, a pitcher of blue lemonade and three glasses. Sam by this point had meandered up to the iCarly studio and was currently sitting on the red beanbag, watching Girly Cow while Freddie tinkered with what appeared to be the white balance on the camera. They both came over to where Carly was laying down the snacks and grabbed a cupcake (or in Sam's case, 3).

"Uh, Carls? This isn't your special lemonade, is it?" Sam asked, visibly hesitant to drink the blue liquid.

"No. Why, what's wrong with my special lemonade?"

"Have you ever heard of sugar?" Freddie said, laughing. "It always tastes SO sour. It's nasty." Freddie and Sam looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably, which did not again go unnoticed by Carly. Just when she thought their ruthless mocking of her lemonade was done, they would catch each other's gaze again ad a fresh wave of laughter would start.

"Hey! If you two are done mocking my delicious lemonade, we have a show to do."

Still chuckling, Sam and Freddie journeyed over to their respective positions: Freddie behind the camera, and Sam standing somewhat dutifully at Carly's side.

"We're on in 5...4...3...2..." He pointed at Carly and Sam, signaling the start of the show.

"I'm Carly!"

"Which means I must Sam!"

"And if you see our smiling faces, then you know you're watching iCarly!"

The show went on normally (or seriously abnormally, if you were a completely sane and normal person) from there. George the Bra told another unscary story, Sam made Gibby give her a foot massage and five dollars. Carly (and the rest of that night's iCarly viewers) watched as Sam, Freddie, Gibby and Spencer put on another Pathetic Play, this one about a lonely British zebra who can't seem to find his way back home. They ended the show with all of them dancing randomly, and then Spencer and Gibby ran off to go pick up a piece for Spencer's toilet sculpture.

Carly, wanting to foster feelings of romance between Freddie and Sam as soon as possible, made up some homework assignment for the one class she didn't share with Sam and Freddie, knowing that Freddie would stay behind for at least an hour to do some editing for the website and Sam would do whatever until Carly was done with her homework and inevitably invited Sam to spend the night.

She was right. As soon as she left the studio, Freddie returned to his laptop and started messing around with the layout of their blogs. Sam plopped back down on her red beanbag and turned on her and Carly's all-time favorite movie, Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Sam thought she heard Freddie singing along with her when Brad and Janet sang "Dammit Janet". She was sure she heard Freddie singing along with her during "There's a Light Over at The Frankenstein Place". And when it came time to do the Time Warp, Freddie joined in with her as she stood up and danced along with the Transylvanians, Riff Raff, Columbia, and Magenta.

It's just a jump to the left, and then a step to the right.

Put your hands on your hips, and bend your knees in tight.

But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane!

Let's do the Time Warp again!

They were fine, the perfect distance apart, for the step to the right. When it came time to put their hands on their hips and bend their knees in tight, Sam and Freddie unintentionally got closer together. And when they went for the pelvic thrust, Sam was too busy looking at Freddie moving his hips back and forth instead of paying attention to her own dance moves.

Sam tried to watch Freddie dance and dance herself at the same time, but that was far easier said than done. The combination of the pelvic thrust and the bent knees and Freddie were a little too much, and she went falling sideways.

Right into Freddie.

Again.

"Oomph! Sam, are you okay?" Freddie asked, concern coloring his voice.

"I'm fine, just a little bit disoriented. The magic of Rocky Horror tends to do that to me."

"Disoriented? I didn't think Sam Puckett knew a word that large." Freddie smirked.

Cute smile or not, Sam didn't take backtalk from anyone, especially dorkish nubs. So she punched him straight in the stomach.

Big mistake. The contact between her hand and his stomach caused her eyes to widen. Instead of the forceful punch she had been hoping for, her hand unconsciously pressed flat against his stomach, feeling his abs. Sam didn't even realize she was doing it until Freddie cleared his throat and caught her gaze, a smirk once again on his face.

"Having fun, Princess Puckett?"

"Just wondering when your insane mother would ever let you out of her sight long enough for you to go to a gym."

If Freddie didn't know any better, he would swear that Sam was checking him out. This was also the second time in three hours that she had landed on top of him, not that he would ever complain. Her long, blonde curles flowed gently on either side of his face, and her lips were only inches from his.

But neither of these were what was most captivating about Sam's close proximity.

Freddie had always thought that Sam had pretty blue eyes, that fact had never been questioned. He had always thought that her eyes were the color of a clear blue sky.

But he was wrong.

Sam's eyes were the color of a cloudless blue sky, yes. But they were so much more.

While from a distance they appeard a perfect, crystal blue, up close there were small streaks of navy, indigo, baby blue, gray, and the smallest bit of green.

Beautiful, Freddie thought. Sam is beautiful.

"What was that, Fredlumps?"

Crap. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Sam was going to pound his face in for sure. "Uh, I said..." Freddie racked his brains for something to say that wouldn't get him killed. "It would be nice if you got off me now."

He didn't know if it was simply a trick of the light, or if Samantha Puckett had actually looked disappointed for a second there.

But Freddie did know this: Rocky Horrow Picture Show was now his favorite movie.

There's chapter two! Like I said, as long as you keep reviews coming I will continue to update regularly.

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-Amy