Sorry for the long space between updates. It was a hectic week at school, I had literally no free time. Unfortunately it may be weekly updates for a while because the only chapter I have left that is completely written is the one after this one. The rest are half finished and one isn't even started. But i'll try to get it done as quickly as possible.

A thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Like I said before we are moving on to Spencer but first we are going to make mention of Sam's father.

Sam's Session

Chapter Six: iCrush on Spencer

"Okay we've talked about your mom, what about your dad, it sounds like you don't live together but," Dr. Bliss left the statement open ended for Sam to pick up how she chose to.

"I haven't seen him since he left." Sam replied rather blatantly.

"When was that?"

"I don't really remember him; I think I was maybe three when he left." She answered. "All I really know about him is what my mom has told me and she doesn't exactly talk about him nicely, my mom has awful taste in men though so it's likely what she says is true."

"What does your mom say about him?"

"She said that when he left he said he was coming back, she says she should have known better and that he left because he was lazy and didn't want the burden of a couple of toddlers; she's pretty lazy herself so I can only imagine how bad he must have been."

"You have no recollection of him."

"I know some people say they can remember a family member or someone holding them or singing to them when they're just babies like that but I honestly can't, I don't remember him ever picking me up." Sam yawned. She sat with her back against the arm of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. She really wanted to go to sleep.

"Do you have any positive male figures in your life?" Dr. Bliss asked and hoped she had even just one.

"Not really, I have a couple of uncles but they are both in jail, they definitely care about me, but I don't see them much and they're probably not the positive role model you were looking for." Dr. Bliss shook her head. No, her uncles didn't exactly count.

"Do you have any older cousins or a family friend?" Sam raised her eyebrows at Dr. Bliss like she must have been crazy. Her family didn't have friends, at least not real ones; only ones that would turn you in for the right price. Dr. Bliss went to make another note on her clipboard, Sam realized she must be nearing the end of the page. She didn't know why but she didn't want the last bit on that page to be so negative and blurted out her next sentence without much thought.

"I guess Spencer might count." She didn't know in what world Spencer was a positive role model but she really was exhausted.

"Who is Spencer?" She paused, pen hovering over the paper.

"Carly's older brother."

"Tell me about him."

Sam took a second to think and without realizing it started to ramble. "He's weird, kind of like an overgrown child but he can be responsible sometimes, he's an artist for a living, he dropped out of law school after three days, he's protective of Carly and he's always nice to us and if we need help with iCarly or a ride somewhere even like California he's willing to do it."

"Sounds like you really like him."

"I always did sort of have a little crush on him," she admitted.

"Sorry about the stairs, next time we can take the elevator." Carly said as she and Sam finally reached the eighth floor of Bushwell Plaza. It was Sam's first visit. Carly had just moved in with her older brother Spencer whom she had yet to have the pleasure to meet. She'd seen pictures of him before and Carly had told her loads of stuff about him. He was an artist, technically and sculptor, which Sam thought was awesome because it wasn't some boring desk job that a million people could do. She'd seen some of his work before and while they were a little crazy she really liked them.

As they walked down the hall Sam took in her surroundings. It was pretty boring and colorless for the most part. They stopped at the door and Sam asked what the neighbors were like. Carly told her that the apartment was vacant at the moment. The last resident was apparently not a fan of kids and when Spencer, who he already didn't like, told him she was moving in the guy up and left.

Carly pushed open the door to her own apartment and Sam had to blink her eyes a few times. The contrast between the colorful apartment and the bland hallway was amazing. After the initial shock wore off Sam started taking in the details.

The living room was decorated with what she was sure was patio furniture but the lamps on the side tables were cool. She could see the kitchen from the doorway and noted the retro green range and she wondered if there was food in any of the cabinets. She was just about to ask Carly when something else caught her eye.

"Is that an elevator?"

"Yes."

"But it's in your apartment!" She ran over to it extremely excited over the fact that it was IN the apartment. "When you said we could take the elevator next time I didn't think you meant like this." She jabbed the button and waited for the doors to open.

"It might take a minute it could be coming from eight floors down."

"This is so cool."

"CARLY!" Sam spun around at the sound of someone shouting. "Carly wait don't go anywhere!" A second later a tall lanky man came bolting out of a room she couldn't see. Sam hardly got a chance to look at him before she and Carly were being ordered back out the door.

"Spencer, what?" Carly eyes were narrowed in confusion.

"It's you're first day coming here after school, I want it to be special." He pushed the two of them back out the door and slammed it closed.

"So when can we come in?" Carly asked through the door.

"In a minute!" He shouted back. Sam couldn't help but laugh. She'd known Carly's brother for five seconds and already she liked him. She was about to ask Carly if they could grab a snack once they were allowed in when Spencer's voice was heard once more. "Alright come in now."

Carly rolled her eyes and twisted the door handle. "You locked us out Spencer!"

"I know," he sounded like he was just on the other side of the door, "use your key!"

"You never gave me my key!"

There was mess of confused words followed by the sounds of footsteps and what Sam could only describe as a hundred and sixty pound man tripping over a coffee table and hitting the floor. "Is he okay?"

"Probably, he can be sort of clumsy."

The door swung open and a key was promptly shoved into Carly's hands. The door slammed shut and the lock was turned back into place. The girls smiled in amusement and Carly unlocked the door. Spencer was casually sitting on the couch, feet on the table over the mess of hastily picked up papers and junk. He stood as they entered and clicked off the television. "Welcome home Carly, and" he paused, "friend of Carly's, how was school?"

"You're such a freak." Carly dropped her bag by the door. Sam followed suit. "And this is Sam, remember I told you she'd probably come over after school."

"Ah yes," Sam tried hard not to giggle at his overly pleasant tone. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sam, I've heard much about you, not all good I assure you."

"School was fine, I want to show Sam my room so maybe we can talk later-"

"I've prepared some after school snacks in the kitchen, please come and enjoy them."

Carly hesitated but noticed Sam's eyes lit up at the mention of snacks and she could not help but be a good hostess. "Okay." Spencer led them to the kitchen and laid out on the table was a platter of healthy snacks and cookies.

"This is sweet Spencer but you're not really going to do this every day."

"Aw come on you don't know that." His proper sophisticated voice had dropped.

"There is no way you'll go through all this trouble every day."

He held up his hand and placed the other across his heart. "I, Spencer Shay, swear to you that as long as you live with me I shall prepare snacks for the after-school enjoyment of you and your friends and ask how your day went. It is my duty as older brother and guardian."

Carly took a few moments to look at him skeptically while she chewed and swallowed her celery stick and peanut butter. "Bet you won't last a week."

Sam watched the exchange while shoveling down the cookies made available. Maybe Spencer wouldn't keep up this attentive brother act for as long as he believed he could but Sam couldn't help but like him just that little bit more for trying. Her mom never made her snacks and she only asked her what happened at school if she brought home something to be signed. She always figured she'd gotten into trouble again.

"So Sam, if you're Carly's bff you'll probably be coming over a lot."

"That is extremely likely." She brushed some crumbs off her face with the sleeve of her shirt.

"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

"Spencer, I've told you tons about Sam already, do you just stop listening-" Spencer held up his hand in Carly's face to silence her.

"Your guest is talking Carly." Sam laughed.

"Um," Sam suddenly didn't know what to say. She stared stupidly up at Spencer willing herself to say something. She was a twin, she had a cat. That stuff wasn't cool. She was very strong for her size, she could do a cartwheel with one hand. That sounded lame too. She felt her cheeks turn pink and finally blurted out, "I like food."

Spencer laughed and she was sure she wasn't just pink but bright red now. "Food is great, hey do you like tacos?"

"Tacos are awesome." Sam mentally scolded herself for such a stupid response.

"What about spaghetti?"

Carly shook her head. "Spencer not again."

"Spaghetti is even better." Sam persisted, enjoying the attention she was receiving and hoping she didn't sound so stupid.

"Ha, okay so say you take these two tasty foods and combined them would it not be perfect." He seemed so excited about the idea that even though she though it was a little weird she couldn't say so.

"Spaghetti tacos? I'd try it."

"Yes!" He repeatedly poked Carly's shoulder while the brunette continued her snack. "I'm making them again tomorrow, you can't stop me, Sam you ask your-wait is she the one with freaky mom?" Carly nodded. "Ask your mom if you can come over for dinner?"

"Will do."

"If we're done with this now I'd like to show Sam my room." Carly stood but Spencer stopped her again. He told them that the old coffee shop across the street was apparently sold and being converted into smoothie place. He promised to take them when it finally opened.

Sam continued to grin widely as she followed Carly up the stairs, she was excited to be included in future plans.

"I think that's sweet that you had a crush on him."

"Have." Sam corrected. "I don't know if this makes sense but I think in a weird way I never got over the crush on him; I mean he's just Carly's goofy older brother and he's like thirty now so it's kind of gross to have a crush on him and it's not like I'd ever want it to be anything but a silly crush."

"Crushes are fun because they don't have to be a big deal," Dr. Bliss said thoughtfully, "they can come from being attracted to someone, receiving affection or care from someone, common interest."

"I guess I always liked Spencer because he didn't mind me being around," Sam said honestly. "He jokes about it sometimes, that me and Freddie and even Gibby spend more time at the apartment than we do at our own homes; but I don't think he really minds, I think he likes having us around as long as he's not entertaining any of his lady friends."

Sam giggled at the thought and it got a chuckle out of Dr. Bliss.

So did you guys like this chapter? I always thought it was cute that Sam had a crush on Spencer because its such a normal thing crushing on a friend's sibling. Anyways leave a review.