iKnow it, and so does everybody Chapter 27: Epilogue, an icarly fanfic

Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait, but my life has been pretty crazy lately, and judging by the word count of this chapter (about 12k words), I guess you can tell it took me a while to write it and edit it. XP (It's almost 4AM in the morning over here, just so you know XD)

This turned out a lot longer than I had thought it would, but I'm quite happy with this epilogue, and I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I'd like to thank every single one of you for your support. This was my first multi-chapter fic (iSpeak Sleeping wasn't meant to be a multi-chap, so it doesn't really count), and it's pretty surreal to see it over, but I knew this time would come eventually. This fic is quite special to me, because it shows me how much I've changed in the past four years. Back in 2009 when I posted the first chapter of this story, I'm pretty sure I did not have any idea what exactly I was doing. My English was horrible back then, considering that it's not my first language, and I could barely write anything that did not consist of 80 percent dialogue, 18 percent grammar mistakes and 2 percent of something that actually made sense.

But I evolved, and it was thanks to you. Writing has become some sort of therapy for me. I do it whenever I can (sometimes even when I'm not supposed to), and it just makes me feel good. I wouldn't have learned to love writing so much (and I also would probably not have grown fluent in English) if it wasn't for this fandom, and I have all of you to thank for that.

Okay, last chapters make me emotional, especially this one XD *sighs* Well, I guess I should just shut up now XD

Disclaimer: I just can't believe it's the last time I'm about to say this on this story, but... *takes in a deep breath* Bob is a fat chinchilla. There, I said it. It's said, and... Wait, that's not what I'm supposed to say in here, is it? Oh... But then what am I... Oh, yeah! Bob is a terrible lawyer, which might be the reason why Dan never handed iCarly over to me. Yeah, well... *sighs sadly*

And for the slow ones, I don't own iCarly! XD

And I don't own the song!

Enjoy! ;)

Chapter 27: Epilogue

Normal POV

"Do I really have to do this?" Sam whined to her best friend just outside their web show studio.

Carly paused where she was standing, her hand on the door handle, and rolled her eyes at the blonde. "Sam, come on!" the brunette girl pleaded for what she guessed was the hundredth time in the past whole hour. "Don't you dare chicken out of this now."

"I never agreed with this in the first place," the blonde girl muttered, looking down, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Sam, please!" Carly insisted. "You were the one who said you wanted him to know! And I don't think there's a better way to do this! This is brilliant!"

"I don't know, Carls..." Sam said, shaking her head slowly. The truth was that she was extremely nervous; she even believed that she had never felt so nervous in her whole life, and she definitely did not enjoy that feeling.

"You were so excited about this yesterday!" Carly reminded her, her frustration clear in her voice. She paused for a moment as she eyed her best friend, before asking, "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

Sam bit her lip, hesitating a bit before answering. "I just... I'm freaking nervous, Carly!" she blurted out, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Why are you nervous?" Carly asked, surprised.

"Because! What if no one likes it?" Sam asked, her voice truly desperate. She looked down, and when she spoke again, her voice was so low it was barely a whisper. "What if he doesn't like it?

"Of course he will like it! Sam, how many times have I already told you? He's gonna love it!" Carly insisted, but Sam still didn't seem entirely convinced.

"But—" she started, but stopped abruptly when the studio door was suddenly pushed open.

"Hey, what are you two doing out here?" Freddie asked the two girls from the spot where he stood in the doorway. "The show starts in less than four minutes."

The girls exchanged a brief nervous glance, but Carly beat Sam to speaking.

"We were just discussing how we should begin the show tonight," Carly told Freddie, before turning to Sam. "Right, Sam?" she asked, giving Sam a pointed look.

"Yeah, right," Sam said, but she failed to hide her nervousness.

Freddie eyed the two suspiciously for a moment, and it was obvious that he knew that they were both keeping something from him, but before he had the chance to speak again, Carly spoke up.

"Well, then let's go!" Carly said as she began to make her way into the studio, before adding, "The show starts in three minutes!" And with that, she vanished from sight as she quickly entered the studio.

Freddie raised a questioning eyebrow at Sam, clearly asking for an explanation, but she simply shrugged at him, before following Carly into the studio without another word. Freddie hesitated for a moment, trying to understand the two girls' weird behavior, but he decided that it was better to simply shrug it off for now, since they had less than three minutes to start the web show. He could wait until the show was over to question the two about it.

The last six months had honestly been the best ones of Freddie's entire life. Of course, he and Sam still bickered a lot, but they wouldn't actually be Sam and Freddie if they didn't. The only real and serious disagreement they had had during those few months they'd been going out had been about telling their mothers about their relationship—more specifically, Freddie's mother.

"You can't possibly be serious," Sam told Freddie as she walked down the stairs of Carly's apartment by his side after an iCarly rehearsal.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" Freddie asked, sounding legitimately confused.

When they reached the end of the staircase and entered the living room, Sam stopped walking, refusing to follow Freddie any farther.

"Freddie, we can't tell your mother we're dating!" Sam told him, sounding as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "At least not yet!"

"Why not?" Freddie asked, clearly impatient as he stopped walking as well and turned around to face her.

Sam couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's oblivion. "Do you want your mother to die?" she asked, her voice rising. "Because she's going to have a heart attack if she ever finds out about us!"

"Ever?" Freddie asked, raising his eyebrows at her. Sam instantly regretted her choice of words, but it wasn't like she could take what she had said back, so she remained quiet, waiting for Freddie to continue. "So you really want us to just sneak around forever like we've been doing for the past two months?"

Sam shrugged lightly, unsure of how she should respond to that. That wasn't quite what she had meant to say, although his suggestion was pretty tempting. "No," she finally made herself say as she let her arms fall to her sides. "Just until your mother doesn't hate me anymore, which, let's face it, will probably take a while."

Freddie seemed shocked by her words, and he found himself eyeing his girlfriend questioningly for a moment before finally speaking again. "My mom doesn't hate you," he told her, his voice a lot calmer than before. "I mean, she might not be your biggest fan," he continued when he noticed Sam didn't look convinced at all. "But I'm sure deep down she does like you."

Sam seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she began shaking her head lightly. "No, she doesn't," she said matter-of-factly. She then decided to change her approach, trying to find a better way to try to convince Freddie to give up. "Freddie, have you even thought about what her reaction to learning something like this would be?"

Freddie hesitated for a second before responding. "Not really," he admitted calmly, shrugging lightly, as if he didn't think it was such a big deal. "I mean, how bad could it be?"

"Well, let's see," Sam began, stroking her chin lightly as she pretended to think about what she'd say. "She could burst into flames; she could have a heart attack; she could chase me with broomstick; she could chase you with a broomstick; she could be so shocked that she would faint and when she woke up, she would have no memory of her entire life; she could—"

"Okay, okay, that's enough," Freddie said, cutting Sam off before she could go on with what seemed to be an endless list. "I get it. She might not react really well to this," he admitted, "but after the initial shock, I really think she would accept it."

Sam couldn't stop herself form scoffing at that. "Accept it?" she asked, chuckling lightly, as if Freddie had just told her a joke or something of that sort. "Freddie, we're talking about your mother here," she reminded him, as though he might have forgotten who the subject of their conversation was. "She's not 'accepting' anything!"

"How can you know that?" Freddie asked.

"Well, have you met your mother?" Sam asked in response.

Freddie sighed. "Sam, come on," he insisted. "Even your mother already knows about us!"

"Yeah, but it's not like she cares that much about my life," Sam said, shrugging, as if it wasn't a big deal. "When I told her I was dating you, do you know what she asked me?"

"What?" Freddie asked with a frown of his eyebrows, already dreading what he would hear next.

"She asked me what had happened to 'Konah'," Sam told Freddie, adding the air quotes to the word 'Konah'.

"Konah?" Freddie asked, frowning even more intensely than before at the unknown name.

"Apparently, she thought I had been dating Jonah for the past two years," Sam explained, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she spoke. "But when I talked to her about him while we were actually going out, she hadn't even paid enough attention to get his name right, or to know that I had broken up with him, for that matter."

Freddie couldn't stop himself from shaking his head lightly at his girlfriend's words. He couldn't say he was actually surprised, though. Pam Puckett was definitely not in the running for mother of the year. "But that's not the point," Freddie quickly said. "Sam, just think about how easier our lives would be if my mother knew about us." When Sam didn't say anything as she looked down at the floor, Freddie went on. "I mean, we wouldn't have to sneak around anymore like we do now, and I wouldn't have to be lying to her all the time about where I'm going whenever I'm out with you."

"I guess you're right…" Sam trailed off for a moment, considering what Freddie had just said, but she still didn't seem entirely convinced. "I don't know," she finally said, shrugging lightly. "I guess I just don't feel like having to listen to everything she has to say about me."

"Sam…" Freddie began, a sigh escaping his lips along with his voice, but Sam didn't give him the chance to finish that.

"I mean, we both know she's gonna try to convince you to break up with me," she continued, ignoring Freddie's attempts to speak. "And who knows how far she's willing to go to get what she wants? And also—"

"Sam!" Freddie cut her off, feeling the need to raise his voice so he'd finally have the chance to speak. "Would you stop that?" He stepped closer to her, resting his hands on her shoulders, giving them a light, reassuring squeeze. "No matter what my mother says or does, I will not let her break us up." He looked deep into her eyes, as if trying to read her mind, and slowly raised his right hand to brush one stray lock of her golden hair away from her face and carefully tuck it behind her ear, brushing his thumb softly over her cheek. "I promise."

Sam sighed, but as she looked deep into Freddie's eyes and saw just how sure he was about every single word he was saying, Sam found herself nodding lightly at him, finally giving in.

Freddie smiled at that, giving his girlfriend a quick peck on the lips, before offering her his hand. Sam still hesitated for a brief moment, but she soon accepted his offer, resting her hands in his. Freddie quickly intertwined his fingers with hers, before they both began making their way out of the Shays' apartment and into the hallway that separated the apartment 8-C from the 8-D.

But just as Freddie was about to pull the door open, he realized that front door was locked. He frowned briefly, clearly confused, since his mother only locked the front door when there was no one in the apartment, which could only mean one thing.

"Oh, look at that," Sam said, as if reading Freddie's thoughts. "I guess she isn't home." Sam tried to sound disappointed, but it was extremely easy for Freddie to tell just how happy she was to find out that his mother wasn't home. "Well, it seems we won't be talking to her today."

Sam began to turn around, obviously intending to go back to Carly's, but Freddie stopped her before she could walk back inside the Shays' apartment.

"Sam," Freddie said, his tone just slightly hard. Sam hated the effect Freddie had on her whenever he used that voice with her, since she found herself instantly stopping and turning back around, pausing when she was back to standing right beside her boyfriend. "Come on, we have to do this," he told her, his voice soft once again. "Imagine just how easier our lives will be when my mom finally knows we're dating."

Sam sighed, unable to deny the truth in Freddie's words. "Okay, let's just go inside and wait for her or whatever," she said, giving in.

But before Freddie even had the chance to get his own apartment keys out of his pocket to unlock the door, a glass-shattering high-pitched scream suddenly echoed through the air, and the two teenagers had to cover their ears because of the sound.

The scream ceased suddenly, though, but it was soon followed by a loud thud coming from the hallway that led to the elevators. Sam and Freddie exchanged a brief confused look, before they both ran toward the source of the sound.

And as soon as they rounded the corner, they suddenly understood what had happened.

Marissa Benson was lying unconscious on the floor, the contents of the two grocery bags she had been carrying with her scattered over the floor around her motionless frame.

"I'm guessing we won't need to tell her anything anymore," Sam commented as she and Freddie stared at the knocked out woman for a moment.

Freddie simply gave her a look, before kneeling down right beside his mother.

"Mom?" he asked as he shook his mother's shoulder lightly, trying to bring her back to consciousness. "Mom?" he repeated, a little louder this time, but he once again got no response from the unconscious parent.

"Maybe we should get her inside," Sam suggested, and Freddie nodded lightly in response.

"Yeah, I guess so," he agreed as he got back to his feet.

Freddie then walked over to his mother's head, before sliding his hands under her arms, lifting the upper part of her body from the floor by her arm pits. Taking that as her cue to act, Sam grabbed Marissa's legs, which allowed her to lift the rest of the woman's body from the cold floor.

And just like that, Sam and Freddie somehow managed to carry Freddie's mother into the apartment and carefully rest her on the couch.

"I'll go get the groceries from the hallway," Sam announced as soon as she was free from the woman's weight. "See if you can wake her up."

And with that, Sam walked out the Bensons' front door, leaving Freddie alone with his unconscious mother.

Freddie simply eyed her for a moment, already dreading the moment she'd open her eyes and wake up, since he knew very well why she had passed out in the first place.

His mother had overheard him and Sam talking about telling her about their relationship out in the hallway, and she obviously didn't take it very well. Freddie had indeed expected a not so happy reaction from her part, but it had never even crossed his mind that she would take the news that badly.

But maybe her fainting had just happened due to the initial shock, and maybe after she woke up and he and Sam talked to her, she would finally calm down and accept their relationship.

Or at least he hoped so.

Sam soon walked in the apartment carrying the grocery bags. "Baby, where am I supposed to put these?" she asked, since she knew just how paranoid Freddie's mother was with absolutely everything, and the blonde would honestly not be surprised if Freddie told her his mother had some sort of ritual to empty those bags, like relabeling whatever she had bought or weighing each item to know if the weight on the label was really correct.

"Leave them on the kitchen island," Freddie replied, tearing his eyes away from his mother. "I'll take care of them later."

Sam nodded lightly as she closed the Bensons' front door with her foot and walked to the kitchen. She was back shortly after that, joining Freddie by the side of the couch as they eyed his mother for a moment.

"So, we just wait for her to wake up?" Sam asked, her arms crossed over her chest. "Or should we just throw a cup of water in her face?"

"I think we should wait," Freddie replied, not really happy with the second option Sam had suggested.

"Okay," Sam replied, shrugging lightly. "But if you do decide for the water thing, can I do it?"

Freddie chuckled as he looked up at Sam, who simply shrugged lightly in response.

Before either one of the two could say anything else, though, Sam's phone suddenly beeped, signaling that she had just received a new text message.

Sam quickly fished her phone out of her jeans pocket and read the message displayed on her screen. She couldn't help but smile as she said, "Oops, I guess I won't be here when your mother wakes up, after all."

Freddie frowned at that. "Why not?" he asked.

In response, Sam simply held her phone up with the screen turned to him, which allowed Freddie to read the message she had just received from Carly.

Can u come over now? Hair emergency!

"Hair emergency?" Freddie asked, tearing his eyes away from Sam's phone to let them meet his girlfriend's deep blue ones.

"Carly has a date tonight with some cute guy she met at the Groovy Smoothie," Sam explained. "And I guess she needs some help getting ready."

Freddie knew Sam was expecting him to try to convince her to stay, but the truth was that his mother's fainting had made him realize that maybe it would be better if Sam wasn't in the room when she woke up, since he could tell just how bad her reaction to him and Sam dating would most likely be.

"You know," he began, "I think it's best that you're not here when she wakes up."

Sam looked like she just couldn't believe what she had just heard. "For real?" she asked, a small smile already forming on her lips.

"For real," Freddie replied, nodding lightly.

"Thank you!" Sam said, grinning as she grabbed Freddie's face with both her hands and gave him a long, drawn out kiss.

Freddie couldn't help but smile at her happiness as Sam quickly made her way over to the front door, as if afraid that he might change his mind at any second. "I'll go over there when it's over," he told her as she pulled the door open. "You know, to fill you in on how it went."

"Okay!" Sam replied, and the door closed shut behind her.

Freddie stared at the door for a moment, before finally making himself move from the spot where he had been standing for the past ten minutes as he began making his way to the kitchen.

He began to get the things his mother had bought out of the grocery bags, but he didn't have time to get over five items on the kitchen island.

A low groan reached Freddie's ears, coming from the living room, and he quickly darted out of the kitchen. And as soon as he entered the living room, Freddie kneeled down in front of the couch, just so his face was the same height as his mother's.

"Mom?" he asked, his tone urgent, and Marissa finally opened her eyes.

"Freddie?" she asked, sounding pretty lost and confused. "Where am I?"

Freddie hurried to get to his feet and then helped her sit up before responding. "In our living room," he told her calmly, carefully choosing every word he said. "You passed out in the hallway, and Sam and I carried you in here and laid you down on the couch." Freddie was nervous to say Sam's name as he spoke, but he knew he'd have to do so eventually, so he might as well just do it then.

At the mention of Sam's name, Marissa's eyes widened, as if just now she remembered what had made her pass out in the first place. Her expression soon changed, though. She shook her head, before finally speaking again. "You and Sam?" she asked, laughing nervously. "That's funny, because I think I must have had a dream about you and her last night or something."

"A dream?" Freddie asked, raising his eyebrows at her. His mother was obviously in denial about what she had heard, assuming that it had been a dream.

"Yeah," his mother continued, chuckling lightly, as though what she was telling him was the most ridiculous and crazy thing in the world. "I dreamed that you were actually dating her." She let out another nervous laugh. "Can you believe that?"

Freddie hesitated for a moment before responding to that. He knew what his mother wanted to hear, and she certainly wouldn't be happy with what she would actually hear, but he knew this had to be done. "Well, actually…" Freddie began, looking down for a second. He drew in a deep breath, finally making himself meet his mother's gaze once again. "I am dating Sam."

Silence.

Marissa's face fell at Freddie's words. Her face was emotionless, as if she had no idea how to respond to that. Freddie waited patiently for the news to actually sink in, but he soon began to worry that his mother would slip into unconsciousness once again.

Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately, he couldn't be entirely sure—that didn't happen.

"You…" Marissa began, finally breaking the silence. "You can't be serious." She shook her head as she spoke, eyeing Freddie with nothing but pure panic in her eyes. The idea of her son and Sam as couple seemed to truly freak her out, and just for a moment, Freddie almost backed down.

"I am serious," Freddie finally said, his tone firm. "Sam and I have been dating for about two months now, actually."

His mother looked as though she had just been slapped hard right across the face. Her mouth was hanging open, as if she was trying to say something, but no words came out.

Finally, after several dragged on seconds, Marissa finally spoke again. "No," she said, her tone firm. "You're not dating her."

"Excuse me?" Freddie asked, frowning.

Marissa stood up from the couch before responding to that. "I forbid you to date that girl," she explained.

"What?" Freddie asked, shocked with his mother's answer. "You can't forbid me to date Sam."

"I'm your mother, Freddie," Marissa replied, her tone unusually calm, as if she really thought that answer would solve everything and that Freddie would just give up. "And I believe that means I can."

"No, it doesn't," Freddie replied, his voice challenging and filled with conviction. His mother would not be able to play that card on him again; at least not this time, and not with this.

Marissa gasped, her eyes wide with shock. This was the first time Freddie had ever responded to her in such manner, and there was only one person she could blame for that. "See? Look at what that delinquent has already done to you!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "You've never talked back to me before!" She shook her head in disbelief. "What's the next step? Robbing banks together?"

Freddie pinched the bridge of his nose, not believing what he was hearing. Was she serious? "Mom, are you even listening to the things you're saying?" he asked, not even bothering to hide his shock.

"At least someone is!" she replied. "Freddie, don't you see this might ruin your life?" she continued before Freddie had the chance to say anything. "That girl will only hold you back! She's irresponsible, has no respect for anyone, doesn't even care about her future and has even been arrested!"

"Stop! Mom, please, just…" Freddie shook his head, disbelief clear in his features. He couldn't take this anymore; his mother would have to accept his relationship with Sam, because he wasn't willing to simply give it up. "You don't even know Sam to go and say all those things about her, because if you did, you'd know that none of those things are true!" Freddie knew he was responding in a slightly explosive manner, but he just could not control it; he just couldn't take his mother talking about Sam like that.

Marissa opened her mouth to speak, but Freddie didn't even let her begin. He wasn't done talking, and he would make his mother listen to what he had to say, no matter how many times he'd have to interrupt her.

"Do you even know how much she went through when she was younger?" Freddie asked, his voice rising a bit as he spoke. "She had to pretty much raise herself because her mother didn't care about her and her father left without a trace. Her sister had to get a scholarship at some boarding school on the other side of the country to get away from all that!" Freddie was breathing slightly heavier than usual and his heart was racing inside his chest, but that wasn't enough to make him stop. "Sometimes she had to steal food so she wouldn't starve or clothes so she wouldn't freeze to death in the winter, because her mother never even bothered to pay for her food or clothing!"

Marissa's face was emotionless, but at least she had given up on yelling at Freddie, though he wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad sign.

"She didn't use to steal things because she wanted to, she did it to survive!" Freddie went on. "She would sometimes borrow stuff from Carly or eat over at her place because she didn't have anything to eat or wear, but she didn't tell us about all that until one year ago, because now her mother seemed to finally realize that she has a daughter living under her roof." Freddie shook his head lightly once again as he remembered the night Sam had opened up to both him and Carly, and how horrified both of them had been with everything they were hearing. The only parental figure Sam had had in her life had been her uncle Carmine, who had been the only member of her family who seemed to truly care about her.

Marissa still refused to say something, and Freddie took that as a sign for him to go on.

"And did you know that Sam finally decided that she will go to college?" he continued, his voice slightly lower than before as he began to slowly regain control over himself. "She hasn't yet decided what she'll do and still isn't fully convinced that she can do it, but I know that she can. She's been working a lot harder in school, and last week, she even got a higher grade than me in a History test."

Marissa was now looking down at the carpet, as if she couldn't even bear to look at Freddie in the eye. Freddie just wished he could know what was going through her head in that moment, for he found it impossible to read her face.

"I know that you don't like her a lot," Freddie continued, sighing. His voice was now back to its normal volume, though the conviction that had filled every word he had said up until then still remained in it. "But Sam is not any of those things you said, and I'm not going to let you talk that way about the girl I love."

Marissa looked up abruptly, her eyes wide with shock, since she obviously hadn't expected to hear that Freddie actually loved Sam. "I… I didn't…" She shook her head lightly, as if trying to clear up her thoughts. "You love her?"

Freddie simply nodded in response, deciding to remain silent.

Marissa was silent for a moment, as if processing everything she had just heard. She seemed to be having a lot of trouble with it, but she soon ended up sighing in defeat. "I guess there's nothing I can do about it, if you really do love her," she finally said, the calmness that had suddenly taken over her voice contrasting with the desperation that had impregnated it barely one minute ago. "I just had never even imagined you might end up falling for that girl." She shook her head once again. "I'll give her a chance," she announced, and Freddie felt a wave of relief washing over his body. "She seems to have a much more complicated backstory than I had thought, and I guess I really don't know her that well." She made a short pause. "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Freddie."

Freddie simply nodded in response as he replied, "I do."

That fight with his mother wasn't something Freddie would ever like to experience again, but it had been necessary, and now, almost four months later, his mother seemed to actually begin to accept Sam. She just refused to leave the two of them alone in the same room whenever Sam was over at his place, but he knew he shouldn't have expected anything different coming from his mother.

Back then, though, Sam was still acting normally around him, but since a few weeks ago, she had started to act pretty weird whenever she was with him, as if she was nervous that he would say something she feared to hear or something.

And in no time at all, Carly joined Sam on the whole acting weird around him business, and that made him conclude that the two were hiding something from him, but he had absolutely no idea what that could possibly be.

He had tried not to be too bothered by that, though, which was becoming a much harder task as the days passed, and to be honest, all that secrecy was already beginning to freak him out.

When Freddie walked inside the studio, he caught sight of Sam and Carly doing their usual warm ups before the webcast started, but he could easily tell there was something wrong with Sam.

During the past few years, he had found out just what a hard person she was to read. Sam could be pretty unpredictable when she wanted to, and she wasn't the one to open up to people easily.

But now that they had been together for almost six months, he found himself knowing what was going through her head a lot easier than it had once been, and that was how he instantly knew that, by the way she seemed so tense and nervous, there was something up with her, and he hated not knowing what that was, because that way he had no way to try to make things better.

Sighing quietly to himself, Freddie made his way over to his tech cart to make sure everything was ready for the fast approaching web cast one more time, even though he already knew that everything was perfect from the three previous times he had already checked. He just saw it as a way to keep his mind off his girlfriend for some time, and that was something he really needed to do at that moment.

But as he checked everything, he was unaware of the nervous glances Sam kept sending in his direction at each second that passed.

Sam had honestly never felt so nervous in her entire life.

She was still trying to understand why the hell she had agreed to do this in the first place, but she found herself unable to do it.

It had all started about two months.

It was her and Freddie's four month anniversary together, and Freddie had taken Sam out for dinner at her favorite restaurant. Sometimes Sam caught herself wondering how she had been lucky enough as to have such an amazing boyfriend like Freddie, and that night was precisely one of those times. He was honestly the sweetest and kindest boy she had ever met, and he was such a gentleman it was even cheesy sometimes, but she loved it anyway.

And she loved him too, even though she had never said it out loud.

Sam had never been the one to express her feelings easily, so it was no surprise that she hadn't told Freddie just how deep her feelings for him actually were up until then, the fact that she had had no idea how deep his feelings for her actually were as well not helping her at all.

But everything had changed that night.

"Tonight was amazing," Sam told Freddie as they walked up to the front porch of her house.

Freddie smiled at her. "I'm glad to hear that," he said.

"As much meat as I could eat? How could I not have loved it?" Sam asked, smiling back at him.

Freddie didn't reply; he simply chuckled at her. He thought her love for food was truly adorable, but he had never dared to say that out loud, since he knew just how much Sam hated to be called cute or adorable.

They both paused by the front door of Sam's house, simply staring at each other for a long, silent moment.

"You know," Sam began, suddenly breaking the silence. Her voice was low and even a bit hesitant. "Sometimes I think I don't deserve you."

Freddie frowned at her. "Why would you think that?" he asked, confusion clear in both his voice and features.

"Because…" Sam trailed off for a moment, unsure of how to put her thoughts into words. "You're just so sweet and gentle and pretty much the boyfriend every girl dreams about, and I'm just…" Sam shook her head lightly. "Me," she finally said, shrugging lightly.

"Sam," Freddie began, shaking his head lightly at her, as if he didn't believe she had actually just said that. "You know that's not true," he told her. "How many times have I already told you how amazing you are?" He made a short pause. "And anyway, if someone here doesn't deserve the other, it's me."

"What? No, you're—" Sam was about to protest, but Freddie quickly cut her off by pressing his lips lightly against hers.

The kiss was short, but it was already enough to make Sam forget her own name for a moment. It was still surprising what effect Freddie had on her, but she definitely wasn't complaining.

When Freddie tore his lips away from hers, he rested his forehead lightly against hers as he stared deep into her eyes. "I don't wanna hear it," he whispered, his eyes still completely focused on hers intensely. "No matter how many times you deny it, you are amazing, and beautiful, and funny, and smart, and determined, and you can be so kind when you want to." Freddie made a short pause, as though to allow his words to sink in, before adding, "You just don't let people see that side of you very often."

At those words, Sam found herself throwing her arms around Freddie, hugging him tight. A warm feeling washed over her, and she honestly felt like the happiest person alive.

And that was when it happened.

"I love you."

As soon as she heard those three words being whispered into her hair, Sam suddenly felt completely frozen. She couldn't tell how much time had passed until she finally made herself pull away from Freddie, but she was sure that it had been over a minute. She simply stared at him for a long moment, her voice long since gone. She knew what he was expecting her to do, which was precisely what she wanted to do, but instead of saying those words back to him, she found herself leaning in and capturing his lips in another kiss.

Sam knew that had been the perfect opportunity she had been waiting for so long—the perfect time to tell Freddie that she loved him, because she truly did, but for some reason, she found herself unable to do it. She blamed it on the fact that he had caught her completely off guard. She had known that Freddie really liked her—he had made that pretty clear during those entire four months they had dated until then—but she couldn't have even imagined that he truly loved her, which ended up shocking her to such a level that she found herself unable to say it back to him.

She cursed herself for hours straight after that. She had never told Freddie about her feelings because she feared that he didn't love her back, but now she knew that he loved her too, so why hesitate?

Sam had waited for the next opportunity; for the moment it felt right to say the three words she had never dared to say to anyone else other than to her best friend, but even those times they had not held such an enormous meaning as they did now.

But it never came.

As the days passed, Sam began to fear that she was waiting for too long; she feared that Freddie might begin to think that she didn't love him back. Freddie was acting just like usual, though. There were no signs that he was hesitant around her or unsure about their relationship, but it wasn't like she had ever had any kind of long-lasting relationship before, so what did she know?

She feared that if she waited for too long, Freddie would end up breaking up with her over this, and that was something she surely wouldn't be able to handle, so she finally decided to do something about it.

She had tried to come up with the perfect scenario; the perfect place; the perfect words. But every time she tried, her mind came up blank. She had never been good with the romantic stuff—Freddie was always the one who planned their dates—so how could it be any different? Whenever she thought that she had finally found the perfect idea, she realized several flaws in her plan, and she immediately dropped it, going back to the beginning of the process.

And when she couldn't take all that any longer, she decided to ask the only person who could help her for guidance.

Carly.

Carly had always been a hundred times better than Sam with that sort of thing, and as soon as Sam voiced her thoughts to the brunette, Carly's head was suddenly filled with a dozen ideas for what Sam could do.

None of those were what Sam had been looking for, though.

Every single one of Carly's ideas was just too… well, not her. They all involved some kind of fancy dinner or walking in the park under the moonlight, and none of those scenarios seemed like the right one to Sam.

Carly was clearly disappointed that Sam hadn't liked her ideas, but that wasn't enough to make her give up on the issue. The girls stayed over three days trying to think of something that Sam would approve, but at each minute that passed, that seemed like an even more impossible task.

That was, until the subject of Sam's notebook was brought up once again.

Now, Sam didn't need to feel exactly defensive when it came to her diary, but she was still slightly hesitant to talk about it, nonetheless. It was something too private to be shared, even with her best friend, but now that Carly knew about how she felt about Freddie, she felt almost obligated to tell her best friend the truth about what she had been hiding from her for the past few months.

It had happened one day when Carly asked Sam about her weird behavior when it came to that notebook. At first, Sam had tried to change the subject of the conversation, suddenly feeling unusually uncomfortable, but she ended up giving in to Carly's questions and decided to open up.

Carly was extremely surprised when she learned that Sam had actually written a few songs, but the shock that had been clear on her features was soon replaced by an emotion Sam wasn't able to identify at first.

"I got it!" Carly exclaimed as she ran her eyes over one of the songs Sam had showed her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked, eyeing her best friend curiously.

"The idea we've been looking for!" Carly replied, and Sam couldn't help but frown at her. Noticing Sam's confusion, Carly went on, explaining her idea.

Sam listened to Carly's idea carefully for some time, but she soon found herself shaking her head lightly.

"No," Sam said when Carly was done, still shaking her head. "Not a chance."

"Why not?" Carly asked, clearly disappointed.

"I can't do that, Carls!" Sam said, standing up from the Shays' couch and making her way toward the kitchen with the intention of getting herself a can of Peppy Cola from the fridge.

Carly quickly followed her into the kitchen, though. "Oh, come on!" she said, practically whining. "Sam, it's perfect! Just think about it!"

"But what if Freddie doesn't like it? Or what if no one likes it?" Sam asked as she yanked the fridge door open.

"You won't know what will happen if you don't even try," Carly told her matter-of-factly, and even though Sam didn't want to admit it, she couldn't deny the truth in her best friend's words.

It took Carly several days, but she somehow managed to convince Sam to at least give her idea a chance.

One night, while Sam was over at Carly's apartment, the brunette asked her if she knew how to play the guitar. Sam had told her that she had indeed learned to play it over three years ago because one of her aunts who were on parole had taught her for a few months, but after her aunt had gone back to prison, she hadn't even had the chance to touch another guitar ever again.

That problem was solved in just a matter of minutes. Carly asked Spencer if he could call Socko, and they soon found out that Socko had a cousin who had an instrument store and was willing to lend them a guitar.

And the next day, when Sam walked inside Carly's room, she immediately caught sight of a deep blue guitar resting on Carly's bed.

It had taken a lot of convincing from Carly's part, but soon enough, Sam found herself hesitantly resting the guitar on her lap and calmly running the tips of her fingers over the chords. At first, it was pretty easy to tell that she hadn't even touched a guitar in a very long time, but as the days passed and Sam kept practicing, she soon got the hangs of it again, and she did it so well that it was impossible to tell that she had gone so long without playing.

The initial idea was to choose one of the songs that Sam had written over the past few months, but Sam just didn't feel really happy with that perspective, which was precisely why one day she asked Carly if she could take the guitar home with her just for one night.

Sam simply sat around in her room, constantly changing her position in an effort to try to make herself more comfortable as ran the tips of her fingers over the chords of the guitar, trying to come up with something, but her mind insisted on coming up blank. It had taken her several hours of writing down innumerous sentences that were either pointless or completely lacked any rhythm, sometimes both, but after a long time, the inspiration she had been looking for so desperately finally hit her.

There was no need for Sam to be silent as she tried to make the song perfect, since her mother had traveled to Las Vegas with her latest boyfriend and would surely not be back any time soon. Sam played every single part of the song over thirty times until she was somewhat content with her work, but that had taken so long that when she was done, both her fingers and throat felt extremely sore and the sun had already begun to rise.

However, the results of her work turned out to have been worth the sleepless night. Even Carly was impressed with what Sam had come up with, and after she had heard the song for the fifth time, she had decided it was time to put her plan into action.

During the iCarly creative meeting later that week, Carly and Sam both planned a slightly shorter webcast than the previous ones, and when Freddie and Gibby pointed that out, they simply said that they were still working on some new segment that wasn't ready just yet, but they told them that they wanted to add it to the next webcast, and that they would fill the two in it later.

That didn't happen, though.

Carly and Sam had to keep what would really happen during the last few minutes of their next webcast a secret from Freddie for very obvious reasons, but they also had felt the need to not tell Gibby about it as well. Freddie and Gibby were pretty close friends now, and considering that Gibby was pretty much horrible at keeping secrets, telling him the truth was an extremely risky move, and that risk was something the two girls just could not afford.

That had been one week ago, and honestly, Sam had been completely thrilled about all that back then. But now, she wasn't so sure if she could do this anymore.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking about every single detail in Carly's plan that might go wrong tonight, and every single one of those would surely have catastrophic consequences. The possibilities were so numerous and frightening that Sam felt like simply running out of that studio at any given moment, just so she wouldn't have to go through any of that. She knew that sounded incredibly coward of her, and Sam Puckett was definitely not a coward, but this particular situation was nothing like anything else she had ever experienced before in her entire life, and considering that there was just so much at stake, she had very good reasons to want to chicken out this time.

In spite of everything she was feeling inside, however, Sam somehow made herself stand her ground, telling herself that she could do this, and that she was getting herself worked up for nothing, because everything would go on just fine.

That didn't help much, though.

"Fifteen seconds!" Freddie's voice brought Sam back to reality abruptly, which was a pretty good thing, since she was pretty sure that she wouldn't have seen the blue remote he had tossed her if he hadn't spoken.

Sam looked to her side, only to find Carly watching her carefully. Her best friend gave her arm a light encouraging squeeze and smiled warmly at her, and it was like Sam could actually hear Carly telling her that everything would be okay and for her not to worry so much about it.

Sam just hoped Carly was right.

"In five, four, three, two…" Freddie pointed at the two girls, telling them that they were live.

"I'm the brunette!" Carly said, smiling as she jumped in front of the camera, entering the shot.

"And I'm the blonde!" Sam said, doing her best to smile as well and not let the viewers at home notice just how nervous she actually was on the inside.

The show went on perfectly, even though Sam caught herself spacing out a lot during it. She just couldn't make herself focus on Gibby's Dr. Lobster bit or on The Cowboy with a Mustache and the Idiot Farm Girl who thought the Mustache was a Squirrel. No matter how much she tried to simply not think about what she would be doing in just a matter of minutes in front of over a million people around the world—and most importantly, Freddie—she just couldn't get her mind off of it for longer than just a few seconds.

The end of the web show came a lot faster than Sam had hoped it would, and when she realized what was going on, there was only one brief announcement before the final number of the night.

"Next up on iCarly," Carly began, smiling at the camera as Sam helped Gibby out of the bathtub full of mayonnaise they had set for him in the center of the studio. "We'd like to share a few pictures with you, fans of iCarly."

As Carly spoke, Sam walked up to where the brunette was, pausing when she was standing just beside her best friend. She knew that this little announcement they were about to make wouldn't take longer than just a few minutes, and that thought made her feel even more nervous than she already was; that was, if that was even possible.

"A few months ago, my brother Spencer obtained a quite… unusual pet," Carly went on as the TV screen just above the car prop swung forward and a picture of Fluffy, Spencer's little baby giraffe, appeared on the screen.

"Isn't she adorable?" Sam asked, stepping in front of Carly and pouting at the camera, before taking a step back, going back to the spot where she had been standing right next to Carly.

"Well, she was adorable," Carly went on, looking into the camera, "until she got bigger and would soon not fit in the living room anymore." Another picture popped up in the screen, this time one a little more recent. Fluffy was just as tall as Spencer in the picture, and the image of her on a pink leash was pretty unusual to say the least.

"Apparently, Spencer did not predict the fact that Fluffy would get as big as a bus in just a matter of months," Sam said, allowing a hint of sarcasm to slip into her voice. "Because, I mean, who would?"

"So, before Fluffy got too big to go through the front door and would never be able to leave the apartment ever again, we tried to find a solution to this little… issue," Carly continued. "And by solution, we mean finding Fluffy somewhere better for her to live."

"A place where she could just live peacefully and chill in the sun with other giraffes," Sam added, momentarily forgetting her little internal crisis. "Show them the pictures, Fredward."

"Showing the pictures," Freddie replied as he quickly took a step back so he could press a few buttons on his laptop, which made another picture of Fluffly pop up in the screen.

In this one, though, Fluffy wasn't in the Shays' apartment. She was in what looked like some sort of field, but it wasn't hard to see a fence in the distance. In the next picture, Spencer was standing right beside her, holding the giraffe's favorite Frisbee in one hand while his other hand rested against her side. It wasn't hard to notice in the picture just how much taller than Spencer she was now.

"That's right, folks," Sam broke the silence as Freddie aimed the camera back at the two girls. "Fluffy has now permanently moved to the Seattle Zoo."

"And guess what?" Carly spoke up, smiling at the camera. "Spencer has the permission to visit her every day and play with her three times a week, since the zoo's veterinarian says that apparently makes her happy."

"And you can visit her too!" Sam added. "Just don't give her food."

"Yeah, the zoo's people don't like that," Carly agreed, nodding her head vigorously.

Sam stepped forward just so she was the only one on the shot. "Trust us, we know," she said lowly, giving the audience a pointed look, before stepping back, going back to standing in her usual spot next to Carly.

"Well, this would be the time when we'd end the show, if we were planning to follow the script tonight," Carly began, sending a glance toward Sam. "Right, Sam?"

Sam swallowed dryly, nervousness suddenly taking over her. "Yes, it would," she managed to say, giving the audience a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"But we're not!" Carly continued, ignoring Sam's stiffness.

While Carly spoke, Gibby, now completely clean and mayonnaise-free, walked out of the door that led to the small closet in the back of the studio, which was usually used by the iCarlies for storage or when they had a guest star on the show and they needed somewhere for the person to wait until it was time for them to appear on screen. He was carrying the same tall black stool they had used when Jake Krendall had performed on the show over two years ago.

Gibby wordlessly set the stool in the center of the studio and walked up to the car prop, next to which he had left the microphone earlier that same day, already in its support and tested before Freddie had arrived for the show. He had no idea what all that stuff was for, though; he was just following Carly's orders to set all that up for a… special guest, as she'd described, but for some reason, she had refused to go into too much details about it.

In spite of his lack of knowledge about what was about to take place in that studio, Gibby did his job perfectly, and after setting the microphone right in front of the stool, he vanished as he re-entered the storage room.

Freddie watched all that in silence, his brows furrowed in confusion. All this seemed to have been planned long before the show, but how come he was the only one who seemed to have absolutely no idea what was going on? When there was some kind of script change, usually everyone was informed so no one would be lost like he was right now during the show. But this surely wasn't improvised, so how come he hadn't been informed about this?

Sam was trying her best not to look in Freddie's direction. She knew that if she did, she might lose the tiny amount of courage she still had in her. She had been looking forward to this moment during the past whole month, and she wouldn't let herself ruin her only chance to do this because she chickened out at the last minute.

Gibby soon came back out, and this time, he was carrying the deep blue guitar that had been so familiar to Sam during the past few weeks. He walked up to where the two girls were standing, and when he reached the two, he held the guitar out for Sam to grab, for he had been told that she would be the one to give it to the guest star.

Little did he know, however, there was no guest star.

Sam hesitated, eyeing the guitar as if it might bite her if she went anywhere near it. Carly gave her a very subtle nudge, and when Sam looked at her, the brunette gave her a shy encouraging smile, nodding lightly.

Sam took in a deep breath, before slowly taking the guitar from Gibby and sitting down on the stool.

Gibby frowned at that, giving Carly a questioning look, but the brunette simply told him to keep going. Gibby shrugged, deciding to let it go for now.

As Gibby adjusted the microphone's support so it was the correct height, Sam dared to look at Freddie, who surprisingly hadn't said a word since this whole commotion had started.

Just like she had expected, he was frowning at her, since he obviously had no idea what was going on. His eyes were clearly asking her what was happening, but she refused to answer him, or to hold his gaze for longer than just a few seconds, for that matter. He wouldn't have to wait long to understand, anyway.

Carly walked over to where Freddie was holding the camera, her hands held forward, which made her intentions clear—she was asking for the camera.

Freddie didn't give it right away to her, though. "What's going on?" he asked her, his voice just low enough for his words to go unheard by the audience, but his confusion was clear as crystal in both his voice and face.

"You'll see," Carly simply replied, before gesturing to the camera with her head.

Freddie hesitated for a moment, but he ended up giving in with a sigh and carefully handing her the camera.

Gibby walked over to where the two of them were and paused when he was standing right beside Carly, looking pretty proud of himself, since Carly had been slightly afraid for the guitar's safety when they decided that Gibby would be the one to give it to Sam during the web show.

Sam ran her hands lightly over the chords, as if that would help her grow some more courage. It didn't really work the way she had hoped it would, but it indeed helped a little bit. She took in another deep breath, before finally making herself look up once again.

Her gaze instantly met Freddie's, and she could easily see just how confused and curious he was. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed, but he didn't say a word; he simply waited patiently for whatever was happening in that studio to go on.

She then moved her gaze to the side, briefly meeting Gibby's eyes. He gave her a thumbs up, clearly telling her to go on, even though he had no idea what was going on.

And finally, she met Carly's gaze. Her friend was watching her with an almost motherly look in her eyes, and Sam could instantly tell that Carly was also nervous, even though she had been trying not to let it show. She knew that something could indeed go wrong, and if that happened, Sam would be truly devastated. But she was there for Sam, giving her support no matter what.

"You can do this," Carly mouthed to Sam, and that was all it took for Sam to finally begin.

"Well, uh…" she began, speaking into the microphone. She had been planning a speech for the past few weeks, reading and re-reading it until she thought it was perfect, but now, every single word of it suddenly vanished from her mind. That wasn't enough to make her stop, though, because she suddenly knew that she didn't need a previously written speech—all she had to do was say the words that came from her heart.

"As you all might already know, Freddie and I have been dating for a few months," she said, avoiding at all costs looking at Freddie in the eye. "And… Well, I have never been really good with words, and there's something I've wanted to tell him for a while now, but… I just couldn't make myself do it right." She took a deep breath in an effort to try to steady herself. "So, I…" She made a short pause. "Well, I guess you'll have to listen."

Sam then cast another glance in Freddie's direction, just in time for her to see Carly practically elbowing him in the ribs. He gave her a confused look, but instead of apologizing or explaining herself, she simply gestured with her head for Freddie to take a few steps forward, so that way he would be in the shot as well.

He hesitated for a moment, but soon enough ended up giving in and walking into the shot, pausing when he was standing just a few steps away from Sam.

Their gazes met for a second, and the curiosity in Freddie's eyes made Sam snap back to reality. She took one last deep breath, before finally letting her fingers run over the chords. The notes she had practiced so dearly during the past few weeks came to her without any effort, and the song instantly filled the studio.

Freddie was surprised to see Sam playing the guitar so well, since he had never even known she could play it at all. He guessed he should have already learned not to be surprised by anything when it came to Sam, but still, he had never even imagined that Sam could actually play the guitar.

But what really made his chin drop in both shock and amazement came soon after, the moment Sam opened her mouth and her melodic voice filled the studio.

When I was younger I saw

My daddy cry and curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

Sam dared to sneak a glance in Carly's direction, only to find her best friend smiling her so widely she was suddenly afraid that her cheeks would tear apart at any given second. Sam could only take that as a good sign.

And my momma swore that she would

Never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist

She could feel her hands shaking slightly, but she made herself keep going. It might sound weird, but in that second, Sam wasn't thinking about the over one million people all around the world that were watching her live right now.

No, the only person that mattered was the boy standing just a few steps away from her.

But, darling, you are the only exception

You are the only exception

It was weird, but at each word that left her mouth, she felt better, as if she could simply get lost in the song, just like it had happened to her so often while she was still composing it and trying so hard to make it perfect, playing and replaying it for hours in the loneliness of her room so late at night. She tried not to think about anything that was happening around her; all that mattered was her, the guitar, and Freddie.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

She had to keep telling herself not to look his way, because she had no idea what to expect if she did that. What if her voice got caught in her throat and she found herself unable to finish the song? That would be unbearable.

And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Her heart was racing inside her chest, and for a moment, she wondered if anyone else in the room could hear it, no matter how freaky that thought might seem. The song was coming close to its end, and that meant that soon it would be time to finally stop being a coward and meet Freddie's gaze, and that was when she would know his opinion on the song, no matter what that was.

Well, you are the only exception

You are the only exception

Another glance in Carly's direction was already enough for her to see the fresh tears that were streaming down her best friend's face, and for a moment, she allowed a small smile to form on her lips.

I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't

Let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning

But when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Ooh, ooh…

Her fingers slowed down as they ran over the chords, making the song earn a slower tempo than before.

You are the only exception

The song picked up a slightly faster tempo once again, her voice rising as the song came close to its end.

You are the only exception

Sam's voice was much lower than before as she sang the last few verses of the song, her eyes closing briefly.

And I'm on my way to believing

Sam lowered her voice as her fingers touched the chords just barely, the last few words of the song escaping her lips effortlessly.

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.

The words floated in the air for a few seconds, until they slowly disappeared.

Sam finally made herself look up at Freddie, her deep blue eyes finally meeting his chocolate brown ones.

She had been trying to avoid his gaze at all costs, afraid of what she might see in them, but now she saw nothing but pure amazement in them as a smile broke out on his lips. In that moment, neither of them cared about anything else in the world. It was like there was no audience watching them—they were the only two people in the world.

Gibby was suddenly standing right in front of Sam, taking the guitar from her before she dropped it or something, and she was glad he did that, since as soon as she was free from the deep blue instrument, Freddie made his way up to Sam, cupping her face and with his hands and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

A few seconds later, he pulled away slowly and looked into Sam's eyes, and all the love Sam saw in them made her heart swell with happiness.

"Sam, that was…" Freddie shook his head lightly, unable to form any kind of coherent sentence at the moment. He had never been aware of the fact that Sam could sing that well; her voice was truly angelic, but what really made him feel in the clouds was the knowledge that Sam indeed felt the same way about him, she had just been having trouble with expressing it. "That was amazing," he finally managed to let out "I can't even…"

Sam smiled at him, resting her forehead against his. "I love you." The words she had been wishing to say for the past three months left her mouth more easily than she had expected them to, and as soon as she said them, she became even surer of their meaning. She truly loved Freddie, and she was finally able to show him that.

"I love you too," Freddie replied, his smile so bright it even hurt his cheeks a little, but in that moment, he honestly didn't care about that; all that mattered to him was the amazing girl standing right in front of him.

Sam smiled back at him, her smile rivaling his in brightness, before leaning in to capture his lips in another kiss.

Carly and Gibby watched the exchange with wide smiles on both their faces. In no time at all, though, Carly realized that Sam and Freddie didn't intend to pull away from each other anytime soon. Carly turned the camera to herself, flashing the viewers a smile as she said her farewell.

"And… Goodnight."

And with that, she turned off the camera, ending the webcast.

THE END

Author's Note: Once again, I'd like to thank you guys for sticking around for so long. I'd like to thank every single one of you who followed or favorited this story, as well as those who left me at least one review. All of that truly means the world to me, and you have no idea how happy all that makes me. =)

For those of you who are wondering, the song Sam sang is The Only Exception by Paramore. I've always related that song to Seddie for some reason, and I just couldn't contain myself, since it just fits their relationship so perfectly.

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