I DO NOT OWN ICARLY

Prologue: (Freddie's POV)

Everyone had a dirty little secret right? Even I, Freddie Benson.

Mine just happened to be the blonde terror sitting before me-smiling.

I knew it was wrong. I knew we could get caught. I knew that it was a matter of time before we'd have to confess to all our lies and secrets. Someday we would simply have to. Just not today-or tomorrow. Hell probably not for weeks to come. I knew we had to tell Carly sooner or later.

Give it time, we'll tell her, Sam had said to me-two months ago. Yet here we were, still playing along with this little white lie that turned into a giant white lie. Carly still didn't know and maybe she never would, I just felt so horrible about the whole thing. We were keeping a rather large secret from her that could possible affect our friendship in a big way.

Let's promise to tell each other EVERYTHING. Yes I remember saying those exact words to Carly Shay herself upon being punished for not telling her about a simple first kiss shared between me and Sam Puckett. Of course Carly, we'll tell you everything. First lie.

I crossed my fingers, Sam told me the week we started this whole charade. Did it still count for me? Were finger crosses even legit in a friendship promise? How should I know? I'm only a guy and would've never had to deal with this kind of stress if I had only hung out with guys instead. However no, my two best friend were girls. Unless you count Spencer and Gibby.

You two are my best friends. I can't believe neither one of you told me you guys kissed. If Carly had acted that appalled when she found out we had simply kissed, wait till she finds out what we've been hiding for two months, three week and two days. Sam and I were in deeper than we thought at times.

Sam and Freddie probably didn't kiss-yeah your right. There's no way they wouldn't tell me if that happened and there's no way that would happen. What would Carly think? What would Spencer think? What would our school think? What would the world of iCarly think? If they were to find out that is. Would they laugh, point, ridicule, be disgusted, confused? Shocked? Probably.

"Your getting that look on your face again." Sam pointed out as the wind blew over us and the starry sky shone overtop. I finally pulled my eyes from the plane that was flying over Seattle at night and looked at her. Blue irises met brown. I absently played with a curled lock of her blonde hair, overall ignoring her comment.

"When do you think we'll tell her." I finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

Sam sighed loudly and fixed her position to sit up. She had been laying across the window sill of the fire escape, her head on my lap. She slide over to me, pulling her legs and hugged them to her chest. I didn't ask this question much, not wanting to dawn on it, but when I did-Sam hated it. She wanted to think about it about as much as I did. It was on my mind a lot lately, now that we were nearing three months soon.

"I don't know." she spoke honestly. "I'm a procrastinator, I can't help it."

I chuckled under my breath and looked down at my torn converse sneakers. I scuffed them on the stairs of the fire escape. They had a little red heart drawn on the front white part of the shoe. Drawn by none other then Sam. If Carly paid enough attention and caught the signs, she would discover our secret easily. Carly, however, was the type of person who lived life happily unaware of things and thought she knew of everything that was going on around her. Boy was she wrong.

"In good time we'll tell her. Besides I kind of like the thrill of the secret." She said. "Although it would be nice to kiss you in public at any time of the day, beside residing to your house at 2:00 in the morning instead.

I smiled at her and shook my head and reached down to play with a loose string on her sneakers. I knew she liked the thrill. She was Sam Puckett. She was naturally attracted to things like this. She did have a point. I was normally the good kid or the kid who followed all the rules. To be honest the thrill of this secret ran through my veins just as much as hers. However she was just as right as feeling a bit restricted during the daytime with Carly. We weren't allowed near each other-well the way we would like to be.

"Me too." I spoke softly, my voice cracking a bit from the silence.

"Well since I'm here and it is 2:00, shouldn't we do something else?" Sam hinted to me, sneaking closer. My grin widen and I laughed at her poorly subtle hint.

"Of course." I said, snaking my arm around her waist.

"Bout time Benson." she retorted playfully. She was smiling otherwise as I brought her lips to mine. With that all my worries drained from my mind and I was lost. Colors exploded behind my eyelids and a tingly feeling went from my head to my toes. We pulled away after a few minutes to take a breath. I stared into her tired blue eyes. I brought up my hand and rest it on her cheek. My thumb traced under her eyes. She had bags under eyes and a purplish color added to it from loss of sleep.

"Tired?" I asked instinctively.

"A bit, but it's totally worth a couple hours loss of sleep."

I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness. "You want to crash here again?"

"Yeah but remember last time?" Sam asked "Crazy came in and almost saw me. I had to roll off your bed and underneath."

"My mom is working the night shift at the hospital and wont be back till noon tomorrow." I quickly answered.

"Really? Then why did I climb the fire escape and sneak through your window? And why are we out here in the cold instead of inside your warm bed?" She demanded, furrowing her eyebrows.

I laughed and stood swiftly. "How should I know? Shall we go then Princess Puckett?"

I began to walk in the window when she held her arms up like a five year old. "Carry me?"

Rolling my eyes and scoffing, I looked at her. She eyed me but didn't retreat her arms. I caved in and slipped my arms under her, lifting her up and into my arms. She rest her head against my chest and put her arms around my neck. I pulled her closer as her eyes flutter closed for a moment. I walked down the hall and made my way to my room. I was glad the door was open, considering that opening a door while holding someone was quite difficult.

I walked over to my bed and laid her down onto the top of my sheets. I adjusted the blankets and pulled them over top of her. I'd long ago change the sheets of my bed from Galaxy Wars to a plain blue and black sheets. I'd even reasonably cleaned out my room, selling a lot of my old toys but keeping my computers, cameras and other variations of tech stuff.

Sam made herself more comfortable, pulling the pillow toward her. I began to walk away when she grabbed my wrist then. I turned to look at her.

"You can skip one night of brushing your teeth, dorkus. Your already wearing your pajamas so get over here and plant your butt in this bed Benson." Sam demanded with a groggy voice. Her eyes were narrowed into tired slits, peaking at me. Even when she was tired she was threatening. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I walked around the other side of my bed and slide in.

Sam slept in my room a lot. Yes we shared a bed, but we only ever slept. Sometimes. Nothing more then kissing though. So it wasn't as bad as it sounded.

Sam immediately rolled over and faced me. She inched toward me and snuggled into me. I instinctively put my arm around her. I was surprised she was even being this nice to me tonight. She wasn't usually this friendly toward me. Especially when we were with Carly, but there was some added acting on her part there. Not a lot though-I must add.

Within seconds, I could hear a heavier breathing coming from her. No wonder she was so nice, she was tired. She could barely function right. I was just glad that she was actually getting sleep. On average I get maybe three hours of sleep a night. Sometimes less. All because we had to sneak around. Sam was right though. It was worth it.

Lies, secrets, sneaking around, late night visits, loss of sleep. All things I guess you have to deal with when your in a secret relationship with Sam. Oy, what have I done?

A/N:

Hello! I finally came out with an actual Multi-chapter story now! Not real thought up, just usual business but I'm just testing the waters. I hope you enjoyed the intro part.

I will try to keep this story up. I already have written the first few chapters. They will mostly be from Freddie and Sam's POV. I might throw Spencer or Carly in there just for kicks. Who knows. Me I guess.

Also, I know Sam and Freddie will be slightly OOC. I have a reason though! I just feel that Sam and Freddie are going to act a bit different when they're dating...even if it actually happened on TV. I mean they're dating, things change. Also they are slightly older like 16-17. So Sam has cooled down and Freddie's...well Freddie only slightly less dorkish. I've also made Sam slightly flirty because well she likes to make Freddie all squirmish when he shouldnt be. Haha you'll know what I mean later.

Okay so that's all. You know the usual: Review and such. I love you guys for being so nice to me on my one-shots-which I will continue with!

-fireflies321