"Now, let's get back to our selection of The Best Breakup Hits of the 21st Century. Another bowl of chicken soup for all you heartbroken teenage souls out there," the DJ announced as Jimmy Robbin's "Gonna Get Better" came blasting out of Sam's radio.

She was snuggled up on her living room sofa with all the blankets she could find, surrounded by ice cream cartons, Oreo boxes and a couple racks of baby back ribs. She had to admit she hadn't actually been broken up with, but he'd kissed her and then dissed her, leaving her cold and alone. And that totally counted.

Suddenly, right as another tear swam its way down her cheek, she jumped up.

"Wait. What am I DOING?! Am I seriously just gonna lay here and throw my life away over some guy?? Provided he is hilarious, adorable, a m a z i n g…Since when can Freddie make me CRY? Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?? The only person this benefits is the Puffs Kleenex Company which I'm sure has gone up in sales…This is not the Puckett way. I'm so over it. I'm so over HIM."

***

Soon enough, she got back to being herself. The only time she found herself even having to deal with him was during iCarly filming in which she hardly even glanced his way. And when she saw it fitting, she'd jab an insult at him. She just couldn't help herself.

***

It was at least a week later. Carly was home sick so Sam was trying to make conversation with Wendy and some others, but quickly became annoyed by their inability to talk about anything another than the upcoming school dance and how "like totally hawwt" they were gonna look.

"Can we talk?" Freddie asked softly, sliding right into Carly's empty seat.

"Are you sure you don't want to just ignore me some more?" Sam rolled her eyes at him and strived to continue with Plan: Cut-Freddork-Off.

"I wasn't ignoring you!" He insisted quietly, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone else, "It's just that kiss..it took me so off guard and –"

"Kiss? What kiss?" The blonde rose quickly and joined another table.

Freddie went right after her, "Come on, Sam. Please don't kid. I'm attempting to say something here. I--"

"Can't you find someone else to bug the hell out of?" She begged and moved a second time.

He didn't hesitate to tag along, "You just have to listen to me because –"

"No, you listen," Her eyes glared straight into his, "I did not kiss you. I was just trying to get you to shut up and get off my back. You seriously think I would ever do something like that?? Because, in case I haven't said it enough times, I. Hate. You. So, get out of life, Freddie. And stay out."

And with that, she was gone again. Only, this time…Freddie didn't follow.

***

As soon as she got out of school, she checked the messages on her cell phone. She had about 3 texts, all from her best friend.

Sam,

Get ovr 2 my house ASAP!

I have to tell you something!!

*~Carly~*

That's all they pretty much said. So, Sam assumed whatever was ailing Carly must not be too deathly contagious and obeyed.

***

"Hey, Carls, What's uuu—" She was completely interrupted by Carly who grabbed her shoulders and forced her down on the couch. It seemed she generally got very aggressive when she had big news.

"What took you so long?!?" The anxious brunette yelled.

"Just this little thing people call SCHOOL," Sam pointed out.

"I've been dying to tell you something but I woke up with a fever and Spencer made me stay home from school and I was all 'But I really don't feel that bad' and he was all 'Thermometers don't lie' and I was all 'Uggghh, fine' and I was really mad because I had to wait to tell you what I've been dying to tell you!!"

Sam nodded her head and blinked a few times. "Which is…?"

"Freddie and I broke up."