Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly...I can't think of anything funny to say right now. :)

Thinking back on it, Sam realized just how much their "Love you's" sounded almost exactly like their "Hate you's". Sam didn't have time to think on it long, however, because she was snapped out of her thought by the creak of the Benson's front door. Sam's sigh was inaudible. 'It's showtime.' she thought miserably.

Chapter 2

Sam didn't bother looking back at the door. She knew who had opened it.

"Hey." Freddie whispered. Sam looked up to see...almost nothing. The room was dark; the only light coming from the full moon shining in the window. 'When did the lights get turned off?' Sam vaguely wondered. She realized they must have never been turned on.

"I saw your note." Freddie went on. "Thanks for leaving it." Sam had to think hard to remember the quickly scrawled message she had placed on the Benson's front door stating that Sam would take Carly's place.

"Oh, uh, you're welcome." Sam mumbled. Freddie smiled. He shook his jacket off and laid it on the short, glass coffee table in front of the couch. Freddie sat down next to Sam and felt her shift unconsciously towards him. He left the lights off. Minutes of silence flew by until Sam couldn't take it anymore.

"So...how was your...date?" Sam choked out the word "date". Freddie snorted, causing Sam to look up in surprise. This was the first eye contact of the night.

"The date was awful. All Amanda could talk about was herself, all the guys in the restaurant wouldn't stop staring at her, and she wouldn't even eat!" Sam gasped mockingly.

"Blasphemy!" Sam breathed out in a mock-shout. They both broke out into giggles. Sam reprimanded herself for not being able to stop smiling. Freddie wasn't hers anymore; she shouldn't be pleased that his date turned out horrible.

"Well, isn't that a shame?" Sam whispered. The laughter died down and the low-toned voices and whispers were back. Sam didn't want to break it. Freddie shook his head, a small smile forming on his face.

"Don't pretend to care please. It just, it makes it harder. That smirk on your face is your way of jumping for joy." Sam knew she was caught, but she tried to cover her mistake up anyway.

"No!" Sam fake-gasped again. "Why would you ever think that?" Freddie raised his head to stare at her. A grin formed on his face and instantly, Sam felt as if every light in the apartment was on.

" Well, maybe your still in love with me." Freddie waggled his eyebrows. Sam froze. 'Could he know?' she thought. His joking tone told her "no".

"Hmm," Sam hummed, "maybe I am. Is there a problem with that?" Sam knew she was treading on dangerous ground, but she couldn't stop herself. Freddie dropped his joking countenance immediately. Sam's mischievous smirk froze on her face.

"What? What's wrong?" Again, Sam found herself unable to shut her mouth. Freddie shook his head and let it fall forwards in his hands that were leaning against his knees. The sigh he let out was loud, and sounded frustrated.

"What are we doing? What is this?" Freddie's questions were muffled by his hands. Sam turned so that her body faced Freddie. Her right foot was dangling off the couch while her left was bent in front of her.

"You tell me. Freddie, you just went out on your fourth date in two weeks. This is the fourth time you've said the date went bad. This is the fourth time you've come to me to joke about it. Last time we...I ended up in my room, alone, wondering if I...if I..." Sam couldn't finish.

She didn't want to remember that stupid, stupid kiss, but she did. Freddie had been upset; the girl, Bianca this time, was insulting Sam. Freddie had eventually told her to shove it and walked out.

Sam knew he wasn't in the right state of mind, but she let Freddie come to her to talk about it. She let Freddie rant to her. She let Freddie tell her she was beautiful, and that she should never change. She let Freddie push her against the wall and kiss her as if the world was ending. She let Freddie realize just what he was doing, and she let him run out of her door without a single explanation.

Things had been awkward after that, but like everything else they've ever done, they pushed it out of their minds and pretended like it never happened. Sam didn't think she could take that anymore. She and Freddie had been through so many ups and downs and she was ready to break.

"I'm so sorry Sam, so sorry." Freddie let out a shaky breath. "I don't know what I want!" Freddie threw his head back. Sam watched him through scared yet caring eyes. Freddie had known what his life was going to be like, before her. Hell, he even had a so called "five-year plan"! Sam through that whole thing out the window the night she kissed him at the lock-in.

"I know that the dates never work out because I cannot, for the life of me, stop comparing every one of those girls to you! I know I can't stop thinking about you. I know you invade every thought of mine, and even my dreams! I know that last week when I kissed you, it felt like I had finally come alive again, because I had been dead since the night we broke up. However, I also know that I have confused you in more ways than one, and that I may have ruined any chance to be with you again, and...I..."

Sam now realized the tears running down her and Freddie's cheeks. They were both ruined people. Now they had to figure out if they wanted to be ruined people together.

A/N: Hi! I forgot to mention that I messed with the times a bit in this story. iKiss happened in May instead of January, because I don't think it was January in the show. Also, I placed the events of the kiss around 11:30/midnight, because, well, I just wanted to. I hope y'all don't mind too much.

Another thing: I have this other story, called "The Marking Process", which I started a while ago. I started it, but never finished cause I wasn't sure if people would like the idea.

It's basically set around the same time as Missing Something. After Sam dates Freddie, all the girls at Ridgeway have started to notice him. This one girl, named Brianna, is the Queen B of the school. She has come up with a game called "The Marking Process". She picks a boy from the school she wishes to date, and leaves him a little card, thus "marking" him. He must go out with her, weather he has a girlfriend or not. Brianna seems to have her sights set on Freddie, but Sam has found a loop hole in Brianna's little game.

Do y'all think I should post this? Let me know what you think! Plus, reviews are wonderful!

Thanks to those who reviewed the first chapter!

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