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Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, or anything related to it. For now it's just a dream! Maybe I'll get it for Christmas, we'll see.

Carly's POV

I stood there for a few minutes staring at the door and trying to figure out what had just happened. What did Freddie mean? Were we not friends anymore? Who was this mysterious 'S…omebody else'? What about iCarly?

I ran downstairs, knowing I had to talk to him again. "Hey," I said to Sam, "where's Freddie?"

"I think he went back home." She said, not looking up from Celebrities Underwater." What happened?"

I sighed."Nothing" I had my hand on the doorknob before Sam said

"Really, what happened?"

"I told you, nothing. I'm just…gonna go talk to Freddie. Again."

Sam Jumped up and closed the door before I could leave. "Spill it, Shay. I'm your best friend; I know when you're lying. Just tell me, what happened?" She crossed her arms.

"Fine" I sighed, flopping down on the couch. Sam smiled victoriously, and sat down next to me. "Freddie asked if I would ever like him, and I said I didn't know, so he said that was a no, and told me he would stop waiting for me. Then I asked him why, and he said he didn't want to have to choose between me and somebody else, but the way he said it made it seem like he was going to say who, but changed his mind." I said this all in maybe 2 breaths.

"Uh, Carly, I hate to be insensitive, but isn't that a good thing? I mean, come on, no more dork running out when you get home, no more Nervous dork trying to ask you to a dance, the chickening out and throwing up in your sock drawer."

"That was awful."I agreed "I had to buy all new socks, and it took forever to clean that drawer right."

"Exactly. Isn't that the dream?" She patted my back and stood up. "Helping makes me hungry." She said, heading toward my kitchen, no doubt looking for meat.

"Everything makes you hungry, Sam."

"True." Her voice was muffled, what with her blond head in my fridge and all.

"So," She said, her mouth full of ham. "Who's the unfortunate person he likes?"

"I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." I answered, pouring a glass of lemonade.

"Oh." Sam went back to sitting on the couch and watching Celebrities almost drown. A devilish grin spread across her face. "Hey Carls, you know what you should do? Go find out."

"Find out what?" I had a bad feeling.

"Find out who the dork likes."

"Sam!"

"I have an idea. Just go find out for me, okay?" Now she was rubbing her hands together in an evil way.

"Why don't you go and ask him?" I really didn't want to be Sam's source.

""Yeah right, like he'll tell me. C'mon, please, Carly? Please?"

"Fine! I'll go. But just so you know, whatever you're planning is evil and I'm totally against it and-"

"Yeah, I know, just go."

I sighed and left.

Freddie's POV

I was sitting on my fire escape, the place I always sat when I needed to think. I was thinking about the decision I'd made. I couldn't believe I'd almost slipped and said her name! I couldn't imagine what Carly would have said if I'd told her I liked S-.

A knock at the window interrupted my thoughts. "Hey Freddie." Carly said.

"Hey."I said. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering, so, are we just friends now?" She made a move as if to come outside.

"Here, I'll come in." I climbed through the window and sat down on my dark bed. "Carly," I said with a smile "We've always been just friends. All that's changed is that I know that it will always stay that way." I shrugged. "Why?"

"Well, I was just thinking…" She sat in my swiveling desk chair, trying to look innocent. "Friends can tell each other anything, right?"

"Yeah…" I had a bad feeling I knew where this was going.

"Then tell me, who is this somebody else? And don't tell me 'no one' because I know you're lying."

I thought for a second. Should I tell her? "Do you promise not to tell anyone? Not even Sam? Especially not Sam." I muttered that last part.

"Of course!"

"I'm serious. No 'I accidentally let it slip' or anything. You will not tell anyone."

"Yes, Freddie, I won't tell anyone."

"OK." I couldn't believe I was telling her this. "I do like someone."

"Who?"

"Think about it." Carly would figure it out, I was sure.

""That's hard, Freddie. There are a lot of girls who probably like you."

"Think of the ones who definitely wouldn't like me."

"Well, there's Sam, but you wouldn't ever like her…" I just looked at her. "You hate her, and oh my gosh you like Sam!" She shouted the last part. "You like Sam!" Again with the yelling.

"Yeah, now you know my secret. But remember, you can't tell her, or anyone."

Carly was just staring at my dark grey carpet, trying to process what she'd learned. I wondered what she was thinking. Probably trying to figure out how I could like Sam. Heck, I didn't know how I could like her. All I knew is that I did.

A lot.