A/N: Yay for Seddie! This is unlike me, since I never really liked this pairing before. But after I watched the infamous iOMG, I had to write this. Taken place after the events at the Ridgeway lockdown. Comedy/Romance, some Seddie, maybe some one-sided Creddie later, IDK. I don't want to make it too much about that, because I want to see how well I can write iCarly comedy XDD

Whatever. Read and review, that's all I can say. I'll try to post everyday.

Coming down the stairs, her beloved PearPhone in hand, Carly hurries down the stairs leading to her living room. Her brother Spencer is sprawled out on the couch, watching an episode of "Drake and Josh", idly hanging his arm over the edge of the sofa. Carly shakes her head as she once again calls Sam's cell, but is bitterly disappointed and somewhat worried when it goes straight to her voicemail. Sam had been late to iCarly rehearsals before, but never for more than a half hour. Something had to be up.

"Ugh, c'mon Sam! Answer your phone!" Carly angrily muttered as she rapidly clicked the "Call' button on her PearPhone to attempt to call her one more time. When this failed, she turned to her brother. "Hey, Spencer?"

But her brother just kept his eyes locked on the screen. A slightly familiar sounding yell sounds from the t.v. "Somebody's gonna be watching Ick Glokmah tonight, or else somebody's going to be an organ doner before their seventeenth birthday, JOSH NICHOLS!"

Spencer chuckled at this. "Hehe... Ick Glokmah..."

Frustrated that her brother was ignoring her, Carly walks over to the couch and yanks the remote from Spencer's clutches and shuts off the t.v. She throws the remote on the floor and looks him dead in the eye. "Spencer!"

Spencer sits up and glares at his sister. "Hey, why'd you turn that off?" He demands, bending down to pick up the remote so he can resume watching his show.

"Because, I'm really worried about Sam." Carly says, constantly eyeing her phone in hopes that Sam will respond. "She hasn't talked to me since the lockdown, and me and Freddie have been waiting for her upstairs for over a half hour..."

"Isn't she usually late?" Spencer responded, turning the t.v. back on, but putting it on low volume.

"Yes, but not this late..." Carly muttered, holding her head.

"Well, maybe something happened with her and her mom." Spencer suggested.

Carly pondered this for a moment. "She does have a lot of fights with her mom..." She shook her head. "That's not why, though... It's about something that happened at the school last night."

"What happened?" Spencer asked. "Sorry I couldn't find out for myself, since I was being electrocuted with my own chowder!" He glares at Carly.

"It was for science!" Carly protested. "At least it wasn't as bad as when we attached that tube to your-"

"WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING THAT!" Spencer yelled, spazzing out on the couch and shuddering at the memory. "I'm still not sure why I didn't ground you for that..."

Before Carly could respond to this, she heard someone coming down the stairs. It was Freddie, holding his camera limply in one hand. He stopped halfway down the stairs, looking extremely tired. "Have you gotten a hold of Sam yet?" He asked.

"No, and I've called her like twenty times!" Carly said, slightly harsher than she intended. When she got worried, she worked herself up.

She heard more thumping from someone heading down the stairs. Gibby edged next to Freddie, dressed in a flowing, red gown. "Is Sam coming?" He asked, ignoring the disturbed look he was getting from Spencer just below.

"I don't think so..." She said dejectedly. "Gibby, you can take off the dress. There's no point in rehearsing if Sam's not here."

Gibby moaned. "Aww..." He turned to go back up the stairs, but stopped for a moment. "Can I borrow it, at least?" He asked.

Carly and Freddie exchanged glances before she immediately yelled, "No!"

Gibby moaned again as he trekked back up the stairs.

"Why is he wearing a dress?" Spencer questioned from the couch.

"Not important." Carly said, putting up a hand to signal him to be quiet. She walked to the edge of the stairs. "You can go put your techy stuff away, too." She said to Freddie quietly.

"Yeah." He responded dryly, going back up the stairs to return his camera.

Carly shuffled over to the couch nearest to the door and plopped down. She continually checked her phone for calls or texts, even though she knew that there would be none. It just made her feel better somehow.

Spencer noticed how worried she looked and rolled over to face her. "Hey, kiddo. Whatever it is, I'm sure it will all be solved by tomorrow." He smiled a bit, trying to cheer her up.

She curled her lip slightly. "I doubt it..." She muttered, the scene of what happened at the lockdown replaying over and over in her mind.

Carly had only made it to the window in time to see Sam and Freddie about inches away from each other's faces. She couldn't hear what they had said to each other. She couldn't see what they had done before. But the only thing she had seen was Sam suddenly step forward to kiss Freddie on the lips.

It had lasted for much more than ten seconds, and she was absolutely shocked when she witnessed the sight. She knew the two had kissed before, but supposedly only to get their first kiss "over with". She never knew that Sam actually had those feelings for Freddie. She had never admitted it. She had (usually) never shown any signs of liking him. This just seemed so sudden.

But either way, Carly knew this was the reason Sam wasn't with her and Freddie now. She either needed time to think about her feelings, or she just couldn't stand to see Freddie after she had forcefully made out with him.

She guessed it was the latter.

But she had also seen some notable changes with Freddie today, too. He had been quieter than normal, slightly slower, and hadn't come to see her before rehearsal, which was unlike him.

Neither of them knew that she had seen them kiss.

She then heard more thumping coming from the top of the stairs, Gibby coming first and Freddie following. Before opening the front door to leave, Gibby said, "Hope you guys find out what's up with Sam." Then gave a final wave before he left.

Freddie slowly walked over to where Carly was sitting, putting his hands in his jean pockets awkwardly. She could tell by the way his eyes were darting around the room that he was uncomfortable being around her.

She had the urge to mention the kiss, but knew that it was something that had to come up on it's own. Especially after what happened the last time she had confronted Sam about kissing Freddie.

Sam's gaze met Freddie's as he entered the Shay's home. Looking from Carly to Freddie, she began to put two and two together as she watched Freddie's blank look go to horror and he began to shake. Glaring at him viciously she narrowed her eyes and hissed through gritted teeth, "You spoke of it..."

Before either Carly had the time to explain herself, Freddie panicked at once and threw the cord he was holding in the air and screamed, bolting for his apartment across the hall.

Sam flew right after him, screaming just as loud as he was. Carly could hear punches being thrown, and Freddie struggling from his apartment. "Leave me alone, Sam!" He shouted in fear as Sam continued to chase him.

"You swore you would never speak of it!" She screamed back, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Carly murmured, trying to break the silence between them.

"Um... Well tomorrow and Sunday my mom and me are going to Fresno to see the family, so I can't." He said, and a slightly apologetic look appeared on his face. "Sorry, Carly."

"Oh... Well then, I guess I'll see you on Monday?" Carly said, feeling slightly neglected.

"Sure. Sounds good." He smiled slightly, but it was crooked, as if it was forced. "See you then." He opened the door to leave and lifted a hand to wave goodbye.

After the door shut, Carly sighed and lifted herself from the chair to go sit on the couch where Spencer was reclining. "Well, today was suckish." She muttered angrily, folding her arms as she sunk into the couch.

"Aww, don't be sad, kiddo. You know what they say... Tomorrow always has a brighter...side of life...?" He said in an unsure tone of voice. "Eh, forget it."

She turned her head to give her brother an unsatisfied glare. "Gee, thanks." She murmured.

"Heyyyy, don't look so sad..." Spencer said in a singsongy tone. "You know what'll make you feel a lot better?"

"What?"

"Drake and Josh marathon!" He shouted happily, turning up the volume higher.

"Come on Dora, you're the one with the map! Don't ask me!" Came the familiar voice again.

"Hehe, that Crazy Steve... Thinking he can talk to a cartoon character..." He laughed. He looked at Carly and pointed at the t.v. "You remember this one, right? When they all get trapped in the house and are forced to deal with each other's crazy antics?"

"I'm going to bed." Carly said frustratedly, slowly climbing the stairs to get ready for bed.

"Alright, but you're missing out!" Spencer called as he watched her disappear into her room. "They sing Queen at the end!"

"My arm's tired... I need a break..." Came a nerdy voice from the t.v.

"YOU CAN REST RIGHT AFTER DORA FINDS THE BANANA TREE!" Came Crazy Steve's over-the-top yell.

Spencer dies laughing. "You're missing out, Carlotta!" He calls up to his sister between giggles.