A/N

Yes, *sniffles* this will be the last chapter! This is my only story, but hopefully not for long! Yes, its short, but there wasn't much more to be said and I ran out of ideas! :) Hopefully you'll enjoy it, please review, but no flamers!

Em xxx

I DO NOT OWN ICARLY

Next morning, Sam woke up and found the bed next to hers empty. She smelled bacon and realised Carly was cooking. Sam had always followed her stomach over her senses, so she threw back the blanket covering her, and followed her nose into the kitchen/dining room/lounge, (she never quite realised which one it was supposed to be...) and she was slightly shocked by what she saw. Stood next to a sizzling pan of bacon, Freddie and Carly stood close together. They were slightly too cosy for Sam's liking. "Hey!" she said, leaving her makeshift hiding place behind the wall. "What happened to you asking ME out? Is Carly some kind of rebound from ME!" She demanded voice aggressive as ever.

"Carly had something in her eye! I was getting it out for her!" Freddie spluttered quickly, seeing that Sam was about to launch into another rant.

"Oh...really...I thought..."

"You know what this means, don't you?" Carly said with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Umm...No!" Replied Sam and Freddie at the same time.

"You love each other!" Carly's smile was massive now.

"What...how did you get THAT from Sam almost assaulting me!" Demanded Freddie. He seemed more insulted then he should have to Sam. That had better not mean that he didn't want to go out with her...not after what she'd realised she wanted to say after seeing him and Carly 'together.'

"Well why else would you be annoyed that Freddie was kissing me, and why else would Freddie feel like he has to explain!" Carly giggled, and Sam was drawn back in her mind to the time when Sam pushed Tom Walker off a chair in kindergarten. Carly had said that Sam loved him, too. That really wasn't true...Tom had tried to steal Sam's juice box, that was all!

"And what if we did?" Sam was as surprised to hear the words coming out of her mouth as Carly and Freddie were to hear them. A sudden, high pitched beeping wiped the startled look of everyone's faces. "Oh man, the bacon!" cried Sam. She dove on the pan, more to save the bacon than anything. She managed to drag it onto the sideboard before any serious smoke could start forming. She picked a piece of blackened bacon from the pan and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. "Oh my God, hot, hot!" Screamed Sam. She spat the bacon out into the bin and grabbed the glass of milk Freddie was holding. She was trying to divert the conversation for as long as possible. She had a feeling this could get awkward...

"What did you just say?" Freddie asked. Neither he nor Carly had moved. Sam thought that the apartment would have to be burning down around them before they had realised to move or do something.

"I said...What if I do love you." Sam somehow made this sound like a question.

"You...love me?"Freddie asked this like it was all a massive joke, and Ashton Kutcher was about to burst out of the elevator and laugh at him.

"Maybe..." Sam had barely finished the word before Freddie kissed her. The kiss barely lasted a second, but to Sam, it lasted an hour, and confirmed everything that she had doubted to be true just a minute ago. She loved Freddie.

"Umm...Guys?" All three friends screamed as Spencer spoke. None of them had realised he had come out. Sam and Freddie had been...occupied...and Carly was busy standing with her chin touching the floor, her mouth was so wide open.

"I hate to interrupt, but I smelled burning and..." Spencer noticed Sam and Freddie, who had now moved apart, and Freddie had his arm draped over Sam's shoulder. "Aaww! You two finally realised, did you?"

"What do you mean finally realised?" Sam asked, pensive.

"It's not like it wasn't glaringly obvious!" When all three teenagers looked blank, he said, "Oh...maybe just me then! I guess I just have a knack for realising future relationships!" Sam was slightly annoyed at how smug Spencer managed to make himself look, while still wearing duck covered pyjama pants. It was silly really. Sam knew she should be embarrassed at having just kissed Freddie, but it felt...right! The smile on Freddie's face told her that he also felt the same way. Sam didn't know where her and Freddie's relationship would go from now, but she knew that she was happy, and in her eyes, that was all that mattered.

So...there it is! Please don't get angry, I know that it's not too long, but oh well! Hope you enjoyed this story! :)

Em xxx