Hey all :) New story line in town! =D Thats right; I'm back and almost all in one day... well not really, but yay! So, do you guys remember in "iTwins" that part where Freddie said he'd been to Sam's house before? After saying that he'd never seen Sam's 'sister'? Maybe there was a little more going on at her house than what Carly had thought. Hmmm... maybe a little fluff? Some kissing perhaps? Who knows... who really knows...

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. I'm sure every person who's ever liked iCarly knows how depressing the feeling is.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK!

"If it's that Tax Collector guy one more freaking time, I swear I'll knock his head off."

I grumbled as I got up to answer the door.

"What the Hell do you- Freddie?"

"Sam... hi."

"Uh... why the Hell are you here again?"

"I... can I come in? It's pretty wet out here."

I suddenly became aware that the rain was pouring from the dark sky. Huh... strange. I always notice the rain.

"No, you can't come in Dip Thong."

"Sam, seriously. Here, I'll pay you thirty bucks to come in." My eyes widened with happiness.

"Step right this way Fredweiner!" I stepped to the left to allow him access inside.

I put the money to my face, breathing in the soon to be ham slices.

"So what up with you being here Fredweird... actually how did you know where I even lived?"

"Carly told me."

"Why did you ask her in the first place?"

"Look, I needed to talk to you."

Please let it not be about what I think it is. Please. (Take into consideration, if you will, the fact I rarely use my manners to begin with).

"You know."

"Say it Frediot."

"The k-"

"Nope, nevermind. Don't say it. Don't ever say it. You promised we'd never bring that up again!" I grew angrier.

"Sam, I need to talk to someone. That was my first kiss and I can't tell anyone about it. Especially not Carly, Spencer, or my mother of all people."

"Look, it was my first kiss too."

"Exactly, which is why you and I should be able to talk about it."

"You know what Freddie; fine, talk about it for all I care, but don't expect me to listen." I flicked on the tiny box that was our so called 'television' and flicked to some black and white cartoon.

Our television was so old, we had no colour. Yeah, lame, I know.

"Fine, I will talk. That kiss... it was different. I didn't realize what a kiss with anyone but Carly would be like. I thought that all girls smelled like strawberries, wore lip gloss, and would taste like... I don't know, mint I guess."

"Seriously, if you're trying to get to a point that either; A) Involves you calling me a guy or B) Has something to do with your Carly fantasies, you're sadly mistaken if you think that I plan on listening to that crap."

"No, no. I don't think your a guy. That's the point I'm trying to get across. For the first time, I kind of realized that you are a girl..."

"You are extremely suckish at making a girl have a high self-esteem."

Freddie's gaze averted to the ground, then back to me.

In seconds, his lips were pressed to mine.

"What the hell?!" I yelled as I pushed him off.

"I... was just testing something. A theory, if you will."

"If you don't stop and keep things normal, I'll break your bones and you could call an ambulance for yourself, if you will," I mocked.

"Don't worry they will."

I wasn't sure what it meant, but I wish that if it was meant the way it was supposed to sound, that I wouldn't feel so heart broken.

"Just leave. I'll see you later. By the way, this never happened."

"Okay. Let me call my mother, so she can pick me up."

"Whatever."

Freddie dialed his phone quickly.

"Hey mom... yes, I'm wearing them... no... right. Listen, can you pick me up?... What do you mean?... Oh... yeah, I can try to... Okay. I'll call you later. Love you... No, I'm not saying that...I Love you so much mommy."

Freddie scoffed as he hung up the phone.

"You did not hear me say that."

"I sure did." I winked.

"So when is your mother coming? Now preferably." I muttered.

"She isn't..."

"Say what?" I asked in a dull, flat voice.

"She's kind of on her way to an anti-bacterial convention in Washington, D.C..."

"What are you saying exactly Fredweird?"

"I have to stay somewhere... and there is rain pouring down outside... so can I uh, stay here?"

"Absolutely not."

"Please? I'll pay more..."

"Not for a million bucks Freddork."

"Sam!" He said in a warning tone.

"Fine, but your sleeping on the fouton."

"Cool. Hey, where is your mom, by the way?"

"Gone off to Vegas with her new boyfriend."

"So it's okay?"

"In all practical terms... yes."

"Wow, that sounded smart..."

"I should break your nose right now for insulting me. After all, you are my guest."

He smirked and took a seat on my couch. What the Hell was I even thinking for saying 'yes' in the first place?