Hey, all you Seddie shippers! Amy here, bringing you an all new chapter as I'm catching up on the most recent iCarlys in preparation for the season premiere tonight.

To LyshaLuvsSeddie: I love Drake and Josh too! And I got the idea of Freddie calling Sam "Sammie" because if there's something that Sam would hate more than being referred to as her full name, which she views as being too girly and soft, it would be being called some even girlier variation of her already incredibly girly name. :)

To AllyJackson and DannySamLover20: Thank you guys sooooo much! I will continue to update as regularly as I can!

To xXxStompingOnRosesxXx: Thanks! And probably soon, within the next few chapters, even though I like being a sadist and make people wait for the fun stuff. Hey, it took Dan Schneider and the other writers FOUR SEASONS to get Sam and Freddie officially together...

To Keirah: Lol who does? And that's the point: if I leave you all wanting more, then you come back! :)

Here's the fourth installation of iCan't Hide This Anymore! :)

"Hey, Freddie." Carly said, walking into the iCarly studio where Freddie was downloading a new background for the greenscreen and sorting through the fanmail from their last iCarly.

"What up, Carly-o?"

"I know your secret..."

Freddie dropped his laptop, not even caring as it crashed to to the floor. "Uhm..." There's NO WAY Carly could know that he loved Sam. Nobody knew that. He had been so careful. "What secret?"

"I know you like Sam!"

Hah! This he could combat easily. "I don't like Sam." He said it convincingly enough, with just enough hatred in his voice when he said her name that Carly immediately backed off. He wasn't lying when he said that he didn't like Sam; he didn't.

He loved her. But no one could ever know, or else Sam would snap every bone in his body.

"Oh. Well then. I'm sorry." And she was. She heard the thinly veiled layer of hate behind Freddie's words. Maybe she was wrong, all those times when she thought she saw sparks flying between Sam and Freddie.

No. Carly knew what she saw whenever Sam and Freddie got together. The chemistry and romantic tension between them was so thick that she would taste it, almost touch it.

There was only one explanation: Freddie was lying. He was a decent enough actor, and he'd been hanging out with Sam long enough that he must have picked up her awesome lying skills.

Carly'd just have to try harder, and be more subtle.

Three hours later, Carly and Spencer had made an emergency run to their favorite grocery store, Hey Food!, to restock on the groceries that Sam had depleted them of, mainly all of their meat.

Meanwhile, Freddie had brought over his Kinect for Spencer's Xbox, and Sam and Freddie were currently dance battling on Dance Central.

"There's no way you can win at Satisfaction, oh great Queen of All Dorks."

"We'll see who laughs last, Sammie."

Sam growled. She knew she couldn't argue with Freddie's terrible name for her, but she could get revenge, and cruelly. When Freddie turned his back to take a swig from his water, Sam changed the difficulty setting from Easy to Expert. Sam was here all the time, she knew all of the moves. Plus, it didn't hurt that she retained massive amounts of dance skill from all of those lessons her mother made her go to for those HORRIBLE pageants.

"He who laughs last, usually looks pretty stupid. You ready to get a serious buttkicking, Benson?" Sam said, an evil grin on her face.

Oh no, Freddie thought. That's her "I Just Did Something Evil" face. What did she do?

Five seconds into the song, he found out.

He was moving faster than he thought possible, and he was still only landing about half the moves in the song. One glance over at Sam told him that she wasn't struggling at all, landing each dance move perfectly.

That blonde-headed demon changed the difficulty setting! Her and her stupid dance abilities!

The song was four minutes of pure torture, for him at least. Sam never broke a sweat.

"You...are completely evil." Freddie said, panting. He intentionally crept closer and closer to the small blonde, backing her against the wall.

Keep your head, Sam. He's just a nub. Don't think about his gorgeous borwn eyes, or his cute hair, or those ABS, or the fact that even covered in thin layer of sweat he still smells like the cinnamon and vanilla laundry detergent that his mom uses.

Sam felt her back touch the wall, and Freddie's arms caged her there, an impenetrable wall of boy muscle. Despite the fact that she was already pressed against the wall, Freddie continued to get closer until she could smell the mint of the gum he had been chewing earlier on his breath.

"Unfortunately for you, I can be evil too, Sammie." He removed his hand from the wall long enough to tilt Sam's chin up towards his face.

"Uh...Freddie..."

But Sam didn't have a chance to tell Freddie no, because before she could form a coherent sentence his lips were on hers.

What he had originally planned to be a one-second thing just to put Puckett in her place turned into something more as she rose up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Their lips moved together almost violently, years of pent-up frustration and love being released in that moment.

Freddie's hands left the wall and went to rest on Sam's hips, touching the little sliver of bare skin that had gotten exposed when she lifted her arms to put around his neck.

The kiss got more and more feverish, more and more passionate. Sam felt Freddie's tongue lightly graze her lower lip, asking for admittance. And who was she to deny the nub anything?

Their tongues battled for dominance, neither one relenting.

Sam's fingers found their way up to the nape of Freddie's neck and toyed with his hair, eliciting a groan from Freddie that Sam could feel in her toes. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him, if that were even possible.

"Sammie..." Freddie whisper/groaned, as Sam clutched him closer to her.

Occupied as they were, neither of them noticed the Shays' apartment door open, Carly and Spencer back from their trip to Hey Food!. Carly desperately fought the utter desire to squeal like a little girl, and quickly clapped her free hand over Spencer's mouth to stop him from doing the same. As soon as she knew that Spencer would stay quiet, Carly removed her hand.

She loved being right.

"You two are sooooooooo busted."

Bwahahahahahahahah, cliffy! So sorry, but I want to know how you guys felt about this.

Review, please. If you don't...Shelby Marx will tear you up like she tore up that Russian girls' face, You don't want to need to have facial reconstruction surgery, do you?

Please and thank you!

-Amy :D