A/N: I know I wasn't going to post, but you guys haven't reviewed, so I'll just go on to iKiss because NO ONE REVIEWED! I mean it this time though. If you guys don't review, I will stop posting. And this is the good part. Seddie-filled.


iKiss

I will always and forever remenber today because, for the first time, Freddie had got me. He actually really got me. Today at school, soon after sixth period, he handcuffed me to the shirtless wnder himself – Gibby. Well, that didn't suit me well. After violently (nearly breaking bones) retrieving the keys from the idiot who locked me in the first place (don't ask me how), I went to see a movie with Carly. "The First Kiss" sucked, but it got me thinking. How come I didn't know who my best friend's first kiss was yet? After finding out it was that nub Ben Hoopsher. Then I got hungry. When going to ask for money, I listen to Carly's and Freddie's conversation. "So who was your first kiss?" She asked casually.

"You don't need to know." Freddie smiled.

"I most certainly do need to know!" Carly exclaimed.

The dork was too afraid to tell Carly he kissed someone other than her. After a few moments of pestering the dork said, "I haven't had my first kiss."

Okay, I know for a fact that that wasn't true! I felt shocked because I had been his first kiss but saddened. Why? He was embarrassed of me. He didn't even want to pretend it happened. Sure, it's not like it mattered to me really – but when a guy, and I'm pretty sure Freddie's one of them, rejects you like that, is so ashamed of you he doesn't want any part of you, you feel bad. And, contrary to popular belief, I do feel things. I feel them very strongly. I choose not to show them, but I have them. Infuriated, I run out the apartment. Freddie Benson was my prey. I would catch him, slaughter him, and then eat him like a meatball.


Today we do iCarly, my scheme is planned. I know what I am going to do. "Well that pretty much wraps up the show for tonight-" Carly starts but I interrupt.

"Wait." She looks at me, but I stay focused on the camera. You all know our technical producer Freddie. Freddie, show yourself to the people."

He awkwardly turns the camera to face himself. "Hello?" He says.

"That was Freddie who last week, handcuffed me to a nerd, so guess what? Freddie hasn't kissed a girl. Not one. Never. I heard him say so myself, and Carly's a witness." I narrow my eyes looking straight at him as if to say the three words running through my head – I hate you. "Okay, bye!" I walk off, Carly yapping behind me.

"Sam! You just ruined Freddie's life!" Perfect.

But that feeling doesn't last long. After a straight week of him being teased, me not being able to make him groan with my insults, I started to get a different vibe. Every few days I would peek into the fire escape, and there he would be. Sitting, staring off the balcony in his lawn chair. I feel a small ping of guilt in my chest, and now it's official that I am the dumbest person on earth. Now it's about time for iCarly. And I am forced to feel even more depressed when Carly says "You like ruined his whole life, and you don't even care." That is so wrong. I do care. I really really do care about Freddie. No matter how much I hate to admit it. Freddie and I are good friends, and don't like seeing him hurt – unless I'm hurting him. I do the unexpected. "I have a confession..." I turn the music off with my remote. "Last week, on the show, I told you guys Freddie never kissed anyone..." I sigh. "Well, that was really personal, and I shouldn't have said it on the show." I pause and side glance at Carly. She looks shocked. "And for all of you people who have been teasing Freddie, lay off because I bet a whole bunch of you haven't kissed anyone either." I bite my lip. "Including me... yeah, that's right. I haven't kissed anyone, so if you wanna tease someone, tease me which is a bad idea unless you live near a hospital." I finish by bowing my head, but Carly is way ahead of me. She stops the show while I head down to talk to Freddie.

As I sit on the window seal of the fire escape, the back of Freddie's head looks so hurt. I cut him so deep. As if mentally sensing my existence, he turns around. "Hey." he says. There is an awkward pause. It wasn't unexpected. "That was very brave... what you said."

"You heard?" I ask, skeptical.

"You didn't think I'd miss iCarly?" He reveals to me his silver Pearbook. We pause yet again. "Sam, why did you say that in the first place?"

"What do you mean?" I say, obviously I had a right.

"You of all people should know I've had my first kiss." He looks at me sternly.

"Well it would've been easier to remember if you hadn't told Carly otherwise!" My eyes narrow, and my voice raises.

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard you tell her you never kissed anyone. Even if I don't care about a dork like you, it still hurt." I snap. He wasn't getting off the hook that easily.

"I'm sorry." He said. "But, why did you say you never kissed anyone?"

"If our little make-out session didn't count, I'm still a kissless loser." I sigh.

"But what about that Buddy Hinton guy. You kissed him." He conflicted.

I sigh. "Buddy Hinton is the name of the drummer in Cuttlefish. They announced it at the concert."

"Oh." And its awkward again. "May I ask you something?" He finally asks. I shrug slowly to reply. "Did you ever figure out why we kissed in the first place?"

I stiffen in my seat. I didn't even have a clever theory. Most people would say "Oh you like him. You totally have a crush on him," and I would say "No I don't." But that was getting somewhat less of a fact in my head. If we kissed for no reason whatsoever, just because... doesn't that mean at least one likes the other? And why not be the first to be the sure one. "Freddie... I think..." I pause. No, I was not ready to face rejection and watch him struggle to eventually win over my best friend's heart and live happily ever after, and all the while I'm all alone.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"It's just..."

"Say it." He pushed on.

I close my eyes. "I think..." I pause, glance at him shortly then look over the balcony. "I think I might like you..." I close my eyes, preparing to hear that small chuckle and then a "What?"

"Really?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

I nod slowly, and open my eyes. "Yeah..." I watch him think for a while. Maybe a few seconds, but to me those seconds are days, dragging on and on. Just reject me already! Won't ya?

"It's crazy..." He says. There's the chuckle. "I think I might like you, too..."

My eyes shoot open wide. "Really?" I ask with extra implication. This was me, Sam Puckett, not the beautiful prissy Carly Shay that he always loved.

"Yeah..." he answered softly. We sit in silence for a while, not really sure what to do. "What should we do?"

"I don't know..." I mumble. "I'm not sure I like you yet, though." What was I kidding? Of course I liked him! What was I waiting for?

"Yeah, me either..." He nods.

"How do we find out, then?" I ask. This ought to be interesting.

"We could... maybe..." Spit it out, boy. "Kiss?" He's nearly inaudible on the last part.

"Kiss?" I repeat, as if examining the suggestion seriously.

"Should we?" He sounds a little frightened, like I would pounce at him an rip him to shreds. "To see where to take things?"

I bite my lip. Me kiss Freddie? I feel like I'm being dishonest to my code of conduct by just liking him. "To see where to take things..." I nod a bit.

We stare at each other a bit, eyes sparkling. Our lips touch slowly, and that's when I start hating myself. Its the stupidest thing ever to see fireworks when kissing the guy you like. It's so dumb and girly. No way I'd tell him that. We pull away after eight and a half seconds. I counted them just to keep my mind from drifting. He looks to me expectantly. "Well?"

"Well..." I smile a little smug grin. "I think I want to try that again."

He chuckles. "Same. So... now what?"

"Gosh, do I have to do everything..." I sigh. "Well, a normal boy and girl would start going out." I mutter. It scares me the fact that Freddie is actually considering right now if he wants to go out with me. ME! Samantha Puckett, archenemy. "But..." I say. "I kinda don't want anyone to know I'm dating you..." Freddie raises his eyebrow. "It's just... so out of nowhere. You and I hate each other. We just had a huge issue. If you not having your first kiss started such a riot, then us dating would get at least double the harassment. We'd be stuck in here for the rest of our lives."

"You're right." Freddie nods. "It'll be way too complicated." He raises an eyebrow. "So what exactly do we do then?"

I smile. "It's simple. We kill each other in public, and when we're alone, we can do the whole cheesy couple thing."

He chuckles. "Cheesy is it."

"Yeah, and not the good kind."

"You mean blue cheese?" Hes smiling now.

"Yeah. Mr. and Mrs. Blue Cheese."

A/N: That's all folks! A little twist on iKiss. Haha. I did actually see their eyes sparkling right before the kiss when they're staring at each other. Such a wonderful moment in iCarly history! Anyway, Seddie-filled chapters are after this (obviously) and I have another huge surprise for iDate A Bad Boy! :) oh great fandango, what is it? You have to review so I get there faster. More reviews, more love. Xoxoxo

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