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Chapter 6

Freddie's POV

I pulled away from Sam, whose face held the expression I'd only really seen when she was eating something like ribs or ham. Happiness. And not the kind she had when we were doing iCarly. That always had something underneath, something that told me she was acting. This didn't. This was pure, non-acting happiness. I looked down into her eyes. "So…"

"What?"

"So, what are we calling this?" I didn't want to ruin this, but I couldn't let it go…unknown.

"I-I don't know. What do you want to call it?"

"I don't know either." I sat down on the window sill, and Sam sat next to me, our shoulders touching. "I guess you could call us… together?"

"Yeah… Sh-should we…tell people?"

I shrugged and looked at her. "I don't know. Do you want to?"

"Can I be honest?" she looked nervous

I took her hand carefully. "Always."

She smiled and looked down. "Not really. I'm just not all that…good at this stuff, and I think having people …knowing, plus it being… well, you, it just makes it that much harder."

"Ok. So, this just our little secret." I smiled.

She looked over at me and smiled as well. "Our little secret."

Carly's POV

I was freaking out. Sam had left 20 minutes ago, my guess to go to Freddie's house, and most likely KILL him, which, at the moment, I couldn't blame her for doing. I wanted to kill him. I couldn't believe Freddie had yelled that like that! Today was supposed to be perfect. Perfect webcast, perfect party. But now, thanks to Freddie, all anyone would remember was that this was how Freddie died.

I ran downstairs, hoping that maybe Spencer had gotten everyone to leave, though I doubted it. Thankfully, a miracle had occurred, and only Spencer was in the living room, staring at his hands. "Hey Spencer. I'm assuming you sent everyone home?"

"Sorta."He said looking over at me. I looked at him questioningly and sat down next to him. "Well, you know what it was like when you went upstairs after her, right?

"Yes, everyone talking about how she's gonna kill him. Yeah, I got that." I said quickly

"Right. We could hear her coming back down, and everybody went dead silent. She pretty much ignored it and left, I would guess to Freddie's" he looked at me. I nodded. "People went back to murmuring, probably waiting for you to come back down. After five minutes and you didn't, about half said they should be getting home. The other half were probably gonna stay, but I told them they really should leave. So they did." He shrugged. "I wonder what happened over there." He moved his head in the direction of Freddie's apartment.

"Sam probably killed him! I don't know what he was thinking, telling Sam."

"You mean you knew?" He shrieked, spinning in my direction, even though he was sitting.

"Yeah, Freddie told me-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" he shrieked again, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. Hard.

"Umm, first of all, Oww! And second, I promised Freddie I wouldn't say anything to anybody."

"Still! You should have told me! Although, I probably should have guessed."

"Why would you have guessed?" Nobody saw this coming. At least, not anyone who knew Sam and Freddie.

"Oh, uh, no reason." He said nervously. "Is it hot in here? It's really hot in here. I'm gonna go get some juice!" He sprang up and practically ran into the kitchen.

"Why would you have guessed?" I said slowly and suspiciously, following him into the kitchen.

"NO reason! I can't tell you!" He screamed.

"Tell me!" I screeched, running at him. He ran away and I chased him around the apartment. We kept running for almost ten minutes, until Spencer finally got too tired to run anymore, and collapsed in front of the coffee table. "Tell me!" I screeched, kneeling down beside him

"Ok, ok." He panted, struggling to breathe. "Just…let…me…catch…my…breath."

"Alright," he said after a minute, sitting up. "A couple weeks ago Freddie- Wait. You promise not to tell him I told you, right?"

"Of course" I said quickly.

"Good. So yeah. He was asking me stuff like what he should do if he liked someone, but he knew for a fact she didn't like him that way, or actually, not in anyway. I obviously thought he was talking about you, but when I brought you up, he said it wasn't you. I just told him to tell the truth, but he wasn't so sure. Now I know why."

I slapped him on the shoulder. "Oww!"

"You should have told me!"

"Well, I'm sorry" He said getting up, although he didn't sound all that sorry. "What's it been now, like a half hour?"

"I think so."

"Yeah, Freddie's de-" Spencer didn't finish, because at that moment the door opened, and in they walked.

Sam's POV

I could not believe how this night had gone. It had started as just a party for iCarly, but by the end, Fredward ended up as my boyfriend. It was insane, and I didn't understand it. All I knew now is that we should go back to Carly's, and I said so.

"You're right." He said, getting up and pulling me with him. "We should." We climbed through the window and got to his bedroom door before we realized we were still holding hands. "We should probably…"

"Yeah." He let go of my hand, and as soon as he did, I missed it. By some miracle, we managed to avoid his freak of a mother, and left without her noticing. I was reaching for the door to the Shay apartment when he stopped me.

"Wait. Uhh, are we going to…tell Carly?"

"Freddie…" I leaned against the wall. "Not right now, ok? At some point we will, but just…not yet."

"Ok. We don't tell her."

I nodded "Thank you."

He just smiled "So, what are we saying?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they're gonna wanna know what happened." He shrugged. "What do we say?"

"I dunno. Lets' just…wing it?"

"We could… or we could say that we agreed to forget about it, and never talk about it again."

"Yeah. Let's do that. Anything other than that, we'll just wing it."

"Yep. You ready?"

I took a deep breath. "I guess." He opened the door quickly and two dark haired heads swiveled in our direction. Carly jumped up as if she'd been caught doing something bad.

"Hey Carls. Spence." I greeted, Heading toward their kitchen. I needed meat. I heard Freddie sit down on the couch as I grabbed a turkey leg from the refrigerator. "Sorry for running out like that." I apologized, plopping down next to him.

"Yeah, me too. Sorry for pretty much ruining the party." He apologized to her.

Carly was just standing there looking back and forth between my face and his, obviously trying to figure out what had happened, seeing as I had apparently not broken Freddie in any way. "What happened?" she shouted after five minutes of staring at us.

I glanced at Freddie. " I went over there, threatened to kill him," I was good at thinking on my feet. "He apologized and promised to never bring it up again. I figured I'd be nice this onetime" I emphasized the last two words and shot him a look, and even though he knew it wasn't real he looked slightly alarmed. "So we decided to forget it ever happened, and move on." I shrugged, and so did he.

"Uh-huh." She walked slowly to her computer and sat down, probably trying to find an error in what I said. "That took a half hour?"

"Have you met his mother?" I answered, turning my attention to the TV. It was blank. "Hey, Fredifer, go put the TV on."

He looked at me with a slightly shocked face. "Why are you telling me to do it?"

"Because," I said giving him a play along look, "Momma doesn't feel like getting up."

He sighed and said "Fine." And he grumbled the whole time.

"Good boy." I said when he sat back down.

We all sat in silence for the next half hour, at about 11 o'clock, which was when Freddie said he should be getting home.

"Yeah, I probably should too" I said, standing up along with Freddie.

"You sure you don't wanna stay, Sam?" Carly asked me, standing up too.

"Nah, my mom just had knee surgery so I have to give her her medicine." I made up an excuse to leave. I knew Carly would be asking me questions all night if I stayed. "But I will, of course, see you tomorrow."

"Oh, okay." She sounded disappointed. I felt bead, but I really didn't want to talk to her about tonight yet.

"G'night." Freddie and I both called as we left.

Out in the hall, I pulled Freddie out of the view of either peephole and hugged him tight. "Goodnight, Freddie." I whispered.

"'Night Sam." I could hear the smile in his voice. I let him go and stepped back, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, kissing me lightly on the lips. "Goodnight." He said again, letting me go.

I could feel his eyes on me as I turned and walked to the elevator. I walked in, and could see him smiling. He held his hand up in a wave, and I did the same. The doors closed, and sent me down to the lobby. I smiled, thinking about what we had said.

Our little secret.

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