Lying: She kept lying. To Carly, To Freddie, and most importantly to herself.

She didn't know why she kept doing it...it made her feel so sick inside, but she did it...and it was turning into a game.

Lying.

It turned her stomach just thinking about it. She had lied to her best friend, to Carly, never admitting her feelings for another boy, one that she knew Carly would love to know about. It's not that she couldn't trust Carly...after all they were best friends, but the fact that it was him...well she couldn't risk it. She had gone out with him, after all...not to mention that dance that they shared on the night of the Girl's Choice Dance.

Him.

There was no explaination to how it happened. There wasn't a romantic backstory that she had loved him since she laid eyes on him and that she was jealous of how he loved another so she made his life a living nightmare. No. It just happened along the way. Somehow she was attracted to him; his sweetness, his smile, his perseverance, everything about him just pulled her in.

She thought it was stupid.

She hated him! No...she hated that she loved him. That he was able to make her feel like this...mushy, girly, fluttery.

And so she lied to him too.

She hit him, teased him, tormented her, anything to make sure that he didn't see through her heart and figure her out. And yet, he brought out things inside of her that she would've never revealed to him before. She had come to him when her friendship with Carly was in danger, and they did hang out together for Wake Up Spencer, all the iCarly segments we do together, and when he and Carly were dating.

Them.

When that happened is when she began lying to herself.

She told herself that it didn't hurt to see them together, that he had finally got what he wanted. She told herself that it wasn't real...though on that part she was right, he was just bacon, an incentive to her being saved by him. She told herself that her eyes had been deceiving her when she walked into the Groovy Smoothie and saw them dancing all close and romantically. She lied to herself, saying that Melanie had lied when she said that Freddie might've been a good catch...for her, she meant.

And it hurt her.

Every lie she told herself, every lie she wove, just entrapped her more. She found herself drowned, suffocated by the truth that was just pushing it's way out of her mouth. She wanted to tell the truth, to finally free herself from the chains that are bringing her down. But she can't. After all that lying, she's terrified of unmasking the truth.

But she does.

The truth floods out of her in the form of a kiss, the second one with the one boy she likes. And she know's she shouldn't have, but the weight was just too much. To carry around this everlasting secret, when everyone was pressuring her to speak up? When he was telling her to make a move? She just had to...she needed to take that shot.

But as she stares at his tense body and confused face, those chocolate brown eyes she's grown to love shining with confusion, her heart sinks. The weight is off of her shoulders, but now another one has taken its place. She has ruined everything that she has built up, and...she's afraid.

And it's strange to think that Sam Puckett is actually afraid of something.

But she is. She's terrified.

Because Samantha Puckett...is in love.

So, this is sort of an iOMG sort of story...it mentions it...that's all that matters. Well, hope you enjoyed it.