I guess it started sometime last year. After dating Carly and I, I guess the nub decided it was time for Round 2 with Carly. And Carly, being the saint that she is, didn't want to hurt his feelings(again) and accepted his offer to be his girlfriend. I guess Carls felt that she'd rejected him enough to scar him for life and didn't want to go through Frednerd's obsessive phase again.

At first, I was fine with it. But then, as their kissing got more frequent while I was around, I started to feel and think bad things. Things involving throwing the nub in front of a moving taco truck. Not like he isn't used to it by now.

But I ignoring my feelings and continued to tolerate their unbearable PDA. I was surprised when Carly told me she could barely tolerate it too. "He's a sweet guy but I just can't stand this relationship."

I had rolled my eyes. "Then why are you dating the dork?"

"I don't know. Because he's safe. Because he probably couldn't take me saying no one more time."

"You're dating him because he's safe? I thought you liked bad boys."

She had sighed. "I do. I guess I really don't know why I'm dating him. I just want some passion, a spark but I don't feel anything with him."

I don't know what caused me to say what I said next. "Do you think...you'd feel a spark with me?"

She had paused for a second and then kissed me. I didn't feel fireworks or butterflies in my stomach. I felt the world imploding and jackhammers going off in every part of my body. I suspect that she felt the same thing because it kept happening. Every time Freddork wasn't around, it would happen. From secret meetings in the janitor's closet to in the iCarly studio, just seconds after Fredjerk leaving. It continued like this for a year.

Which brings us to the present day. Where Carly and I are currently in her room. Doing...activities.

As my hand moves to take off her shirt, I hesitate. I pull away from her lips and look into her eyes. "Are you...ready?"

This is truly a rarity because Pucketts don't hesitate. I guess that's just the affect that Carly has on me.

Her eyes are dark and glassy. Normally, I wouldn't trust her judgement, but I'm so far gone in the intoxication of her lips that I don't care at the moment. "Yes. Please, I want you."

I should be ashamed at the fact that she wants me and not her boyfriend, but Fredbag's the last thing on my mind right now. Which is why we both don't hear the door open or the incredulous gasp that follows. "Carly?"

He sounds absolutely broken. I would be too if I found my girlfriend under her best friend, nearly shirtless. I mean, I was about to score a home run when he's barely allowed to reach first base.

I climb off of Carly. "Freddie, I—"

He doesn't hear the rest. He storms out of the room and the apartment, dropping a bundle of flowers on his way out. I forgot that tonight was their anniversary.