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"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.

Chapter 3

Sam stared at Freddie in the darkness. Nothing had changed for the last ten minutes except that the crying had stopped. The drying tear tracks on their faces showed what had happened in the last few minutes, but now there was only silence. Sam couldn't take it. Her right hand lifted up silently to touch the side of Freddie's face. Freddie's eyes were dull as they moved up to look at Sam.

"I...forgive you, Freddie." Sam was shocked by her own words, but they were true, she realized. She had forgiven him, even though she shouldn't have. Freddie closed his eyes and moved his cheek away from Sam's hand, shaking his head.

"You shouldn't have. It was horrible, what I did to you; confusing you like that; playing with you, your emotions, like that. I didn't even have the guts to apologize after either. You should not forgive me. You should tell me you never want to see me again and walk out that door. I would understand." Sam's eyed widened a fraction. Did he really feel that bad about it?

"Fredward Karl Benson," There was a ghost of a smile on Sam's face as she spoke, "what did I tell you about telling me what to do? Look, yes you made a mistake, and yes, you hurt me...a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up on you. I've made a ton of mistakes and I've hurt you so much over the years and you've never given up on me. Plus, you are not getting off the hook for this. I'm not going to walk away." Sam frowned, thinking.

"I am going to stay right here, and we are going to figure this thing out. You are going to make this up to me by figuring out your feelings and telling me what you're going to do about them." Sam, by this time, was quite uncomfortable. She hated talking about feelings or emotions but Freddie was too special, too important. Freddie looked up at Sam again. He was confused about her words as well. His eyes scanned over her tense form and softened. She was just as scared as he was. The tremor in her hand was enough to make Freddie reach for it and grasp it in both of his own.

"Okay." Freddie breathed out. "I...I love you, but I'm scared. We already quit once, because we thought we weren't ready. What if we still aren't ready?"

"What if I don't care right now?" Sam countered back. They were so close. Their eyes locked. Sam's eyes challenged Freddie. Because of that, the spark returned. Freddie's emotions filled up his eyes and Sam could see so much.

"Don't be scared." Sam moved closer so that there was only a couple inches between them.

"Are you going to run this time?" Sam asked Freddie.

"No." Freddie whispered with little hesitation. Sam nodded slightly before closing the distance between them. It felt like...like she was home. Freddie was warm. One of Freddie's hands moved from Sam's hand to her neck. He tangled it in her hair, holding her close. Sam moved her hands to Freddie's shoulders. She hesitated before moving them around his neck. They broke away after what felt like hours, breathing heavily.

"No running?" Sam asked again.

"No running." Freddie confirmed. Sam finally smiled, a real smile. Freddie couldn't help but give her one back.

"I love you." The words tumbled from Sam's lips before she could even think about what she was saying.

"I know. Thank you. I love you too." Freddie murmured. He stretched out on the couch, pulling Sam down with him. His arms encircled her waist. He kissed her temple before closing his eyes.

"Sleep." He commanded softly.

"Only if you'll be here when I wake up." Guilt once again threatened to seize Freddie.

"I will be." Freddie said, to himself more than Sam.

"Carly! Don't DO that! My foot still-owy owy owy!"

"Ugh! This is what you get for getting your foot stuck in a toilet!"

Sam and Freddie shot up from their position on the couch. Light filled the living room of the Benson's apartment. Groggily, Sam got up from the couch and trudged to the front door of the apartment, Freddie close behind her. Sam wrenched the door open and yelled, "What in the world is going on here!"

Carly had Spencer's arm around her shoulders. His foot was wrapped in purple cast.

"I can't find my keys Sam! Did you-wait, Sam! What are you doing at Freddie's this early in the morning! It's not even ten o'clock!" Carly then took in Sam's rumpled clothes and messy hair. Freddie chose this time to wrap his arms around Sam's waist.

"I needed someone to talk to about my awful date and she just decided to stay." Freddie stated. Sam flicked her eyes to Freddie, then back to Carly, a huge grin on her face.

"What's going on here?" Freddie asked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Spencer got his foot stuck in a House Depo display toilet." Sam chuckled. Freddie raised his eyebrow at Carly. She bowed her head and sighed.

"Please don't ask. I've already had enough embarrassment for one day. He broke his ankle trying to get it out so we had to go to the hospital!" Sam and Freddie snorted, trying to keep their laughter at bay.

Spencer looked down at them with hurt, puppy eyes and mumbled, "I lost my shoe." Sam burst out laughing. Freddie and Carly looked at her quizzically.

"Just, one of my favorite quotes, from one of my favorite shows...oh Spencer!" Sam gasped out between giggles. Her laughter was contagious, and pretty soon Carly and Freddie were laughing right along with her. Spencer threw his hands in the air.

"Hey! It's not funny!" Carly stifled her chuckles as she dug through her bag and finally pulled out her keys. She opened her apartment door.

"Alright, let me get this one all settled in, and then I have to hear you guys's story." Sam and Freddie smiled at Carly.

"Will do." Sam answered. As Carly helped Spencer hop to the couch, Sam turned to face Freddie.

"We'll be alright?" She asked. Freddie smiled and kissed her.

"We'll be just fine."

A/N: Well, it's done! I hope ya'll enjoyed this story. Thank you soooooo much to those who reviewed this story. I have decided that I am going to post The Marking Process so, I'll see ya'll soon!

P.S. REALLY Dan? iGoodbye? Are you trying to kill us? Gosh, I can't believe that in just a few months, iCarly will be…gone. But, it won't really be gone will it? Along, with all my fellow iCarly friends, I will miss this show and every happy memory that came with it. Thank you for being here with me.

P.P.S Thank you to Pauly4Life, for being my beta for this last chapter.