A/N: Hello people of fanfiction, I'm back!

So I'm done with exams, and the intrams just ended. I'm now free!

Yes, I'm now in my semestral break. Isn't that great? :D

Anyways, on with the story. I just wanted to tell you that I've changed the POV to a third person's view. I just can't let you read their minds from this chapter onwards. Hahahahahahaha! :D

And by the way, thank you for giving me A HUNDRED AND ONE reviews! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I MEAN IT!

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own iCarly. Do I really have say this?

Chapter 7: Cat Out of the Bag

September 13, 9:54 PM

Freddie's bedroom

Sam chuckled nervously. "W-what are you talking about?"

A smile formed in Freddie's lips. "Your diary. The one Melanie gave you about a week ago."

Sam's eyes widened. There is no mistake, he really did know about her being Sam Puckett. She was talked out. But how did Freddie find out? She did everything as careful as she can, make sure that she didn't give out any information about her real identity. How she was able to get into this situation, Sam did not know. All she knew is that Melanie was the only one who—

Melanie. She told him everything.

Wait a minute, when did she ever put Freddie's number in her contacts?

There was no way that Melanie could have dialled his number that fast. She must have saved Freddie's cell phone number beforehand. She must have done it while she was sleeping or when she was away without her phone.

Dang it!

Game over. All those years she spent in planning against Carly will be put on waste.

I hate you Fredward Benson, I hate you.

And now, all she wanted to do was cry. It didn't matter if Freddie was there or not. Her knees shook as she tried to fight back tears welling up in her eyes. She was pissed off. No, more than pissed. She was angry. And Melanie, the only person she trusted, had betrayed her.

Just like what Carly did.

And before Freddie knew it, a fist hurled onto his face causing him to fall to carpeted floor with a loud thud. He remained unmoving for a second, trying to analyse what happened just now.

Sam's blood was boiling. She wanted to kill Freddie that very second. And then she felt warm tears pouring down her cheeks. She balled her fists at her sides and tried to stop herself from crying.

Freddie couldn't believe it. Sam was crying. It was the first time he saw her cry. He didn't mean it. He was just trying to make her admit who she really was. He had hurt her, not physically, but emotionally.

Freddie got up and wiped Sam's tears with his hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

Sam pushed him away. For some reason, the force he was expecting from an angry Sam was gone, replaced by a weaker force that shoved his hands. Sam wiped her own tears and went for the door. Freddie immediately grabbed her and pulled her to the bed where he pinned her effortlessly.

"I told you to stay here!" Freddie hissed. "Please, my mother would kill me if she finds out you're here!"

"That would be excellent!" Sam hissed. She tried moving from their awkward position but Freddie's grip was so tight. She can't escape. Freddie leaned even nearer that Sam could feel his hot breath and whispered, "Just be quiet!"

Sam's heart started beating wildly. She wanted to get out of there quickly. She didn't like that feeling she was having. What Freddie did made her excited. She had to vanish right there in front of him.

Sam yelled. Freddie panicked and thought of something to shut her up. The next thing he knew, his lips were crushed on hers.

He tried removing them there but he couldn't. His mind stopped working. He deepened the kiss and felt Sam's arms wrap on her neck. She even urged him to go deeper.

Soon, it was a battle of dominance. Sam felt dizzy as she continued to kiss him. She couldn't believe what was happening. She can't resist him. And to think of that they were kissing on his bed was something. Freddie was on top of her.

She ran her fingers through his hair. They paused for a second for air. They looked at each other in the eyes. Sam was nervous. Her feet were cold and her heart was ready to explode anytime. Freddie bit his lip. She drove him crazy.

Freddie was about to kiss her again when Sam spoke.

"Stop."

Without hesitation he got off of her and sat down. Sam did the same. She sat as far as possible from him.

Sam laughed nervously. "What happened?"

"I-I don't know." Freddie laughed too. There was silence again. Freddie turned to Sam. Her face was buried in her hands.

"Sam?"

"This didn't happen. It never happened, okay?"

Freddie nodded. "Yeah," He took a deep breath and scratched his head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about upsetting you and I'm sorry for kissing you."

Sam looked at him. "Yeah, you better be."

"Just so you know," Freddie nodded as he spoke. "You are my first kiss." He jokingly said in attempt to lighten the mood.

Sam didn't look surprised. "I figured that out. You are such a bad kisser, dorkwad."

"Oh yeah?" Freddie smiled. "But I bet you enjoyed it."

Sam's cheeks turned into a bright shade of red. Luckily, the lights were off so Freddie couldn't see.

"For your information, Benson, I kissed you back so you can at least have some experience in kissing. I really think that you thank me for doing that."

"Oh really, huh?" Freddie jeered. He could imagine Sam grinning from ear to ear. The awkwardness had gone away fast.

Sam threw a pillow on his Freddie's face. "Serves you right."

Freddie did not fight back. Instead, he gave the pillow back to Sam and offered her to use the bed. "You can't go back to your apartment so I suggest you spend the rest of the night here. You can use my bed."

Sam was delighted by his offer, but chose not to show her gratefulness. "Of course you'll be sleeping on the floor. Goodnight, dipwad."

"Goodnight, Puckett."

Sam lied down on Freddie's bed. "How did you steal it?"

"Your diary? No, I didn't steal it. Somebody gave me." Freddie replied.

"Melanie?"

Freddie did not answer right away. He thought if it was the best to answer her honestly. "Yes."

There was another long pause. After what seemed like a couple of minutes, Sam broke the silence.

"I just realized that today is Friday, the thirteenth."

Freddie gave her a look of bewilderment. What does Friday, the thirteenth got to do with everything?

What Sam had in mind that night, Freddie will never know.

September 14, 10:05 AM

Puckett Apartment

"Melanie, we need to talk."

Melanie was on her way to the door when Sam abruptly blocked her way out. Melanie's face turned a little sour. Whatever Sam had to say, she knew it was urgent.

"Look, Sam, I really have to go. Can we please just talk about that later?" Melanie gave her a pleading look. Sadly, it didn't work.

"Why did you tell Freddie?"

Sam's tone was serious. Dead serious. Melanie knew that face Sam was making—it was the face when she knew she had to blurt out the truth about what her sister just asked.

Melanie decided to keep her composure and finally spoke up. "A few days ago when…"

Her voice trailed off when suddenly, Freddie appeared in the background, standing behind Sam on the doorway. Certainly, it was time to raise the white flag.

"Freddie," Melanie managed to say. It was confrontation time. Sam needed to have what she was asking for.

"When?" Sam said, urging Melanie to continue.

"When I thought…when I thought it was time for you to stop what you are doing."

"You have always thought that I have to stop what I am doing." Sam added. "I trusted you. I thought I can rely to you. Bu then you still—"

"I told Freddie about your secret because I believe that he can help us." Said Melanie.

Sam looked up to the both of them. Her expression changed.

"What? Me, helping you? No, no, no, no." Freddie shook his head. "I'm not doing that."

"It's either you help us out or just let Carly live the rest of her life without paying for what she's done to my sister." Melanie told him. "Think about it." She added firmly.

"I don't even know what she has done to Sam!" Freddie exclaimed. "Seriously, what happened?"

Sam's eyes grew the size of two large tennis balls. "You don't know?"

Freddie shook his head once more. "I have no idea. I just woke up one day to see things have changed. And then I realized you're gone."

Sam's jaw dropped. "All this time? I've spent four years hating on you just because I thought you were on Carly's side!"

"You always have hated me, Sam."

Melanie rolled her eyes. "Whatever happens, Freddie must help us keep Sam's secret."

"Keeping Sam's secret…I can do that." Freddie assured. "But I'm out of your plan. I can't help you guys out in plotting revenge against my ex…"

"Your ex?" Sam repeated. "Your EX?"

The twins looked at Freddie. Melanie bit her lip and Sam clenched her teeth.

She just kissed her ex best friend's ex-boyfriend.

"I'm going to die."

A/N: They kissed. Yeah, SAM and FREDDIE kissed.

That was my first time writing a scene like that, so...I'm sorry if it sucked.

We now have a new trio: Sam, Freddie and Melanie. LOL just kidding. :D

And uh, before I go, lemme ask you something.

Who do you want to appear in the next chapter (must be a celebrity...can be Pres. Obama, Rebecca Black, Tiger Woods... ROFL) ? Just for fun, I'd like to put in a celebrity in the story who would definitely blow Sam's mind. :)) That seems to be a nice idea, right? :)

See you next time. :D

P.S. You've got any idea on when Nick's going to show another ep of iCarly? Ever since iQ, nothing interesting has happened to my life. :D