The next day, I was at school talking to my friend Chyann by my locker. She said that she had to get to class, and then she left. I was getting my books out of my locker for my next class and that's when Freddie showed up.

"Hey.", he said with a smile.

"Look, Freddie, can we talk later? At my house after school?"

"Sure," he said. "Bye."

'Bye."

As he walked away, I saw Gibby give him a high-five.

Really?, I thought.

"Hey Spencer."

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"You know, stuff."

"Okay...?", he asked, wondering what I meant. I wasn't going to tell him, though. At least not right now; maybe later.

"So what are you making?", I asked, trying to sound interested.

"A sculpture of a lightbulb made out of various objects I found at the dump."

"Why a lightbulb?", I asked.

"Because I had a dream about a lightbulb last night"

"Um...okay?"

"Yep! So where's Sam and Freddie? I didn't see them last night. Usually they never leave."

"They had to go. Freddie's mom wanted to give him a tick-bath and Sam had to go help her mom find the cat," I lied. It sounded convinceable to me.

"They lost the cat?"

"Don't worry; they found him."

"Well okay then. So what do you want for dinner?"

"Um...", I said, thinking. "Can you make spaghetti tacos? Please?"

"Sure thing."

"Oh, hey Spencer?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got glue on your hands."

"Darn it. Throw me a towel."

I did and he was wiping it off as I heard someone knocking on the door.

"Sam's here?", he asked.

"Nope. It's Freddie."

"Freddie? Why's he here?"

"We have to work on some stuff for iCarly. We'll e upstairs so you don't have to worry."

"Okay then."

Iopeded the door and there he was in a blue and green striped polo shirt and khacki shorts. Oddly, I found that attractive on him.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi. So you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah. Come on.", I said making my way upstairs.

I walked into the iCarly studio and sat on a bean bag. Freddie sat on one, too.

"Freddie, I do love you, okay? I really do. I just don't know if I want to. You know? Because if this ends badly we probally won't be friends anymore, and I don't want to loose you.

He sighed. "You're not going to loose me. I would never let that happen. Never.", he said, looking straight in my eyes. I love you too much for that to ever happen. I'm always going to be there for you.

There was something in his words that made me believe him.

And then he kissed me. Slowly and passionately. I could feel the fireworks go off - an explosion of them. Slowly, he let go.

"Wow.", he breathed.

"Mhm.", I said smiling.

"He glanced at his watch on his wrist. "Oh, shoot, I got to go. You want to go see a movie tomorrow or something? And then maybe go to Groove Smoothies?"
"Yeah, I'd like that.", I replied.

"Bye."

"Bye."