I think iThink They Kiss has inspired so many fanfics.

Including this one ;)

But it's just too cute not to write about.

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After finally getting released from the duct tape by Spencer, we all brushed ourselves off. My eyes didn't leave my sneakers. Carly wanted to know how that kiss was. The one thing in our friendship- all three of our friendship- that she was never supposed to know.

It was awesome, amazing. Nine (yeah, it was nine) seconds where I felt important, like I belonged with someone.

But that someone turned out to be Freddie.

That dork. He just had to make me fall in love with him, didn't he? He loved Carly, I loved him, Carly liked what's-his-name from biology. The main point was, we're not supposed to be together. Period. Plain and simple. No Freddie-and-Sam.

"Well..." Carly pushed. Not gonna look up from my sneakers, not gonna look up from my sneakers.

"It was nice," Freddie said simply.

"Yeah, nice," I mumbled, trying to end the conversation. I made the mistake of looking up from my sneakers. My cheeks were much redder than they should have been. I shook my blonde curls out. "You know, it's getting kind of hot in here."

"Maybe you should take your sweater off," Carly suggested.

"I think I'll get some fresh air. On the roof." I was across the apartment and out the door in an instant. Footsteps followed behind me, but I tried to outrun them. I was nearly at the top of the stairs to the roof when I heard them call out.

"Sam, you know it's illegal to go out there." Freddie smiled at me from the bottom.

"Whatever." I opened the door to the roof. The Seattle winds pierced my skin like a billion needles, but it wasn't a match for my aching heart. I heard the door swing open again. I turned around, biting my lip. "I thought you didn't break the rules, Benson." He smirked at me.

"I thought you didn't run out on your best friends. I thought you were braver than that." He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at me with those big brown eyes of his. I turned away to face the skyline. If I kept staring at him, I was going to lose myself. But he didn't leave like I thought he would.

He stepped up next to me.

"What's the matter Sam?"

"You know what the hell the matter is." Oh crap. Not tears, not tears. I never thought I was going to face these problems. I thought I was tough. But no. I have a soft spot for a techie guy with a big heart.

And really big eyes that were staring into mine at that moment. My watery blue eyes. A single tear fell. That's when he knew.

I felt his hand slip into mine.

I felt my willpower to call him "dork" and "Fredweird" and anything else I could think of shrinking.

I felt my heart growing.

I felt myself lean in.

I felt his arm around me.

I felt his lips on mine.

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xo, Chantal