Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews! So, some of you may remember back in the first chapter, a spring dance was mentioned. Yeah, forget about that. I changed when this is taking place. Just so no one is confused :) Please, Review!

Carly and I were sitting in her apartment watching the end of an episode of Girly Cow when the door opened, Revealing Freddie. "Hey, I can come in, right?" He asked, walking in and closing the door. "Too late, I'm in." he came and sat down next to me, just as the episode ended.

"Hey, you guys wanna go see a movie?" Carly asked, standing up. "I think The Resident is playing."

I glanced at Freddie and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"Awesome." She smiled, heading toward the elevator, jacket already in hand. Freddie and I both stood, heading toward her.

"Oh, shoot." I said, slightly louder than necessary.

"What?" The doors opened.

"Hey Carls, you go ahead, I'll be down in a minute, just gotta grab my jacket." I said, shooting a look at Freddie while she was looking elsewhere.

"Yeah, me too." He said, acting as if he was going to go across the hall.

"'Kay guys. Don't kill each other."

"NO promises." I said, pretending to head upstairs.

After a few seconds, I heard the elevator door close, and Freddie called, "Sam, she's gone."

I ran back down and threw my arms around his neck. "I missed you," I whispered.

"I missed you too." I could hear him smiling. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. "I've been thinking, maybe we should tell people. Think about it, no more waiting until we have a second alone, no more sneaking around. What do you think?"

" I told you, I'm not comfortable telling people yet."

"Sam, I don't think I can keep this a secret anymore. It's killing me not telling anyone."

"I don't care, Benson. I don't want to tell anyone, not even Carly."

"But she's our best friend."

"So? That may be, but she's lousy at keeping secrets, especially something like this."

"But-"

"No buts. We tell no one."

"Sam!"

"No, I'm not ready for that, Freddie. I can't handle the looks, or the whispers. I can't."

"Who says anyone would even care?"

"Think about it Freddie. We hate each other. We fight and bicker all the time. I call you names, and pretty much abuse you. I'm always putting you down. Everyone knows that. Plus there's iCarly. Do you not realize that we're kinda sorta famous?"

"Yeah, thank you for bringing that up. Think of all the 'Seddie' fans. This'd make them really happy." He grabbed my hand. "C'mon, can't we tell someone?"

"Freddie, if you really want to give this" I held up our hands "a shot, think of the way I feel. If you cared-"

"If?" he questioned incredulously, yanking his hand out of mine. "If? A week ago when I told you how I felt, I pretty much thought you hated me. I was 99% sure you would break my arm, my leg, my neck." He started yelling now "I went to the ends of the earth and back to figure out if I should tell you. I haven't slept for a month, every single night I've been up trying to decide what to do." His voice kept rising "I took a risk, telling you. I didn't know what was going to happen, all I knew was that I loved you and I had to tell you. But yeah, I don't care." He spat.

"I-I'm sorry Freddie. I- I didn't know."

"No, of course not. You never know. You never know what you're saying, or what you're doing. You never know how what you say affects people. You screw up, then expect people to just, forgive you. And why shouldn't we, it's all in good fun, right? You never realize that sometimes when you're 'just kidding' people really take it to heart. It hurts sometimes." He stood up. "You know what, I have the perfect idea to keep people from finding out about us. I'm done." He turned and left, leaving me sitting alone in Carly's apartment.

Freddie's POV

I stormed out of her apartment and over into mine, not believing how Sam could even hint that I didn't care about her. Of course, I cared about her! I loved her! I pulled out my PearPhone and sent a text to Carly.

Hey, change of plans. I'm not coming with you. I'm just gonna stay home.

A moment later, my phone buzzed.

Why? What happened?

Nothing. I sent back, lying back on my bed.

Sam never came down. What happened?

I told you. Nothing. She's probably still in your apartment.

She is. And she's in tears.

There was a knock on my door, and Carly walked in. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it. If it's that important to you, go talk to her."

"Freddie!"

"No. Please, just go." I rolled over on to my stomach, trying not to think about Sam in tears. I had only seen her cry twice, when she and Carly split up over Sam selling the T-shirt Carly made, and the time they both almost died. Both times were when she and Carly had split up. Now I felt bad about what I had said and done to her.

I grabbed my phone again, this time texting Sam.

Sam?

I waited a minute, but nothing came back.

Maybe she's typing a lot, I thought. Five more minutes went by, and still nothing. Then ten. Then fifteen more.

Sam, I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry I stormed out. Please text me back.

Again, nothing.

Man, I really screwed up

Sam's POV

I left Carly's with her thinking that Freddie'd made me feel bad about how I reacted when he told me he liked me. She'd probably yell at him for a while, and make him apologize tomorrow when I went over.

My phone buzzed, and I picked it up, figuring it was Carly. I glanced at the name. Nope. It was Freddie, sending me a text.

Sam?

I sent back nothing, figuring he'd give up. He didn't.

Sam, I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry I stormed out. Please text me back.

I didn't. I couldn't right now. I had finally opened up to him, and he does this to me. Again, my phone buzzed, but I ignored it. It buzzed all night, until I fell asleep, at almost midnight. I couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about what he'd said, that sometimes when I tease, I hurt people. Was it really true? I couldn't help it. It's how I've gone all my life. But maybe it was time to try. I was willing to try, for Freddie.

That was when I realized how much I loved him. So much more than I ever thought I ever would, about anyone. But right now, I was hurting him. I had to work on myself before I would go back. I didn't want to hurt him, not like this, again.

The next day, I knocked on his door, and he answered, thankfully.

"Hey, Freddo."

"Sam! I am so sorry about-"

"Don't be." I cut him off. "You're right."

"I-I am?"

"Yes, you are. I do hurt people, and I'm sorry. I think that maybe we should do what we told Carly. Forget any of this happened, and go back to being… well, whatever it was we were."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure. I'll see you later." I tuned and walked into Carly's apartment, leaving him behind me.

I walked in, and, sitting down, I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I didn't even know if Carly was home.

"Hey Sam!" came a cheerful shout from the kitchen. So she was home.

"Hey Carls." I shouted back.

"I am so glad you're here!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get Freddie."

"Why?"

"Because," she said, as if it was obvious. "You guys are staying over here to watch the ball drop."

"Wait, what? When was this planned?"

"Just now." She answered, walking across the hall, and telling Freddie he was staying too.

"When was this planned?" he shouted, walking into the apartment and closing the door behind himself.

"Just now." I answered, bringing his attention to me on the couch. "I just asked the same question." I told him.

"C'mon, Carly." He begged.

"Look, I don't know what you guys' fight is about, but you're both staying. End of story."

"But…But…" He couldn't come up with an argument. "Sam, can I talk to you?"

I stood. "Sure."

"Look, I don't know if we can both stay here."

"Why not? We went back to normal. You're that nub I make fun of, and I'm your living nightmare. We're fine."

"But…But…" he repeated, still trying to find an argument.

"You're not going to find one." I informed him, going to sit on the couch again.

"Oh, fine." He caved, sitting beside me on the couch.

"Yay, we're all staying." Carly cheered, bringing 3 cups of coffee and sitting on my other side. "Coffee for everyone!"

Freddie's POV

We sat for the next 3 hours on the couch wide-awake. It wasn't until 11:30 that we went up to Carly's room, and she started to get tired.

"You guys have to keep me awake" she yawned, lying back on her bed.

"Uhh, I don't think lying down would be a good idea to stay awake." I pointed out, which got me a glare from Sam, who went to lie beside her.

"Dude! Since when do you have a clock on your ceiling?"

"Since noon. Spencer put it up, plus it's got a tiny little TV in the middle, see?" She explained turning it on. "It's so we can lie down and watch the ball drop."

"Awesome!" I said from her couch.

For the next 25 minutes, we talked about pointless things, trying to stay awake. Every few minutes Sam or I would scream "Bigfoot!" To keep Carly from falling asleep.

Eventually, it got down to the last few minutes, and Carly called me over. "What?" I asked, standing beside the bed.

"Lay down." She ordered, pointing next to Sam.

I looked at Sam, and she shrugged. I lay down next to her, awkwardly. We were all silent while the minutes ticked down, until only one was left.

"Grab hands" Carly ordered, sleepily, grabbing Sam's hand.

Sam and I made sounds of protest, but Carly cut us off. "Do it!" She screamed.

"Fine!" we shouted back. Apparently, Carly got crabby when she was tired. I held out my hand, and Sam laced her fingers through mine. It was extremely awkward, and it was my fault. Then a thought occurred to me.

"Sam." I whispered so Carly couldn't hear as she started counting backwards from 30. She turned her head toward me " I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did, and I really wish I hadn't. I was just mad. Please. I miss you." I whispered quickly, trying to beat the ball.

"Freddie-"

"Please. Give us another chance." I whispered, squeezing her hand.

"I-ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok, I'll give you another chance." She whispered. "But, only if you'll give me one." She smiled

"Five!"

"Of course " I whispered, smiling.

"Four!" We all said. "Three! Two! One!" I leaned my head forward and kissed her, just as the ball dropped on Carly's mini clock TV. "Happy new year!" Carly shouted, as Sam and I lay there, kissing.

"Oh my god!" I heard, and I pulled away from Sam. "What are you doing!" Carly shouted.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Sam beat me to it. "Well Carls, to be honest," she said, not looking away from my eyes. "I'm kissing my…boyfriend."

I smiled. She actually said it, to someone other than me. "Yeah." I said. "And I'm kissing my girlfriend."

Hey, hoped you liked it! This may be the end, but perhaps not. What do you guys think?

And I do apologize for the New Year's theme. I couldn't help myself :)

And BTW, The Resident is a parody name of a movie out right now. Can anyone guess which one?

PS: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope 2011 treats everyone Great!