"Are you guys insane!" Carly paced angrily yelling at her friends. "What happened? How could you run out of eggs." Sam and Freddie looked very guilty. "And the kissing thing? How'd that happen?"

"Carls, I can explain." Sam sat up. "Freddie was feeling very snippity and threw an egg at the house beforehand so I tried to –"

"Hey!" Freddie snapped. "Don't even try to pin this on me!" He looked upset. "We were fighting with the eggs and then something happened."

"Yeah, we aren't really sure who jumped who first."

"Are you crazy? You jumped me!" Freddie shouted

"Then how come you were on top?" Sam snapped.

"Cuz I was trying to push you off!"

"While at the same time twisting tongues!"

"You guys kissed with tongue!" Carly shrieked.

The bickering halted. The two simultaneously blushed. "Oh my god!" Carly groaned.

"Guys!" Spencer ran into the living room. Unlike a normal guardian, he didn't care about the egg covered kids sitting on his favorite couch. "Great performance tonight!" Spencer cheered.

"But we ruined the show." Freddie said.

"Wrong! The viewers loved the whole make out thing! I was reading some feedback and they're all like 'Sam and Freddie are dating! OMG! That is so cool!' and stuff!"

"Gross." Sam said in monotone.

"Coming from you." Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Coming from both of you!" Carly snapped. Once again, the two fell silent. "What else did they say?"

"Uhmm... shame they didn't get to egg Briggs, but that was some killer kissing right there. Hope to see some more of that. Maybe you could make it a segment on iCarly."

"Egging Miss Briggs?" Sam asked. That would be fun.

"No, you and Freddie making out while we ruin it." Spencer looked up from the printed document.

"Great! You've corrupted the viewers as well!" Carly sighed. "Our comedy was supposed to be nice and clean."

"In our defense, no teenage mind is nice and clean." Freddie shrugged. Carly glared at him. He was supposed to take her side, not defend Sam. "I'd be all for the idea." He half grinned. Carly expected Sam to kick his butt for saying such a thing. And since when did Freddie – Fredward Benson, target of Sam's pain – even think of her in that way?

Sam did, at a degree, glare at him. "What?" She asked, though her voice was shaky.

"I admit it..." Freddie blushed a bit. "I like Sam."

Sam looked a bit shocked. "You aren't going to follow me around and stalk me like you did Carly?"

"Not if you go on a date with me." He seemed hopeful.

A/N: Cliffy! Haha, eat my stories up while the summer lasts cuz I am serious business when it comes to school. No more fun little chapter fics. Maybe a one-shot now and then, but I want to be able to go to NYU, and grades, hard work, and extra-curricular activities are the way for it :). Broadway, look out! fandango2girl is coming!

Oh yeah, Dan the man owns iCarly