Disclaimer: iCarly does not and will never belong to me; the true genius behind this show is Dan Schneider and the rest of the crew in the Schneider Bakery.

"WOOHOO!" Freddie yelled as he dove back into the crowd of screaming fan girls. I rolled my eyes; might as well let the dork enjoy it now since he'll be lucky even one girl wants to be near him once we leave the convention, let alone iCarly.

"Sam!" Carly says, pointing at the crowd frantically. "Go get him!"

I groan, leaning against the wall. "Why?"

She sighed impatiently, glancing down at her clock. "We need to get to the conference room now."

I reluctantly moved from my spot to the massive orgy behind the velvet ropes. Tearing the girls apart, I yelled "Move it!" and found him on the ground, surrounded by dozen of crazy girls clawing at him.

I felt my face twinge with annoyance; idiots I thought. With one fluid motion I yanked him up by the collar and dragged him out, shoving more fans away as they desperately tried to pull him back. It was surprising to see both the desperation of these girls, and funnily enough a handful of guys, as well as my own annoyance. I shrugged it aside; who wouldn't be peeved if they had to rescue dorks 24/7.

Once back on the other side of the velvet rope, the liaison led us through a different hallway to the conference room. Carly was ahead, flirting with whats-his-face and Freddie was stomping angrily next to me. He reminded me of a little kid after being put in time out; angry and pouting. I smirked at the thought.

Freddie turned, glaring at me. "Why'd you pull me out?"

I shrugged noncommittally. "Carly said so. What's it to you nub?"

"Since when do you follow what anyone tells you to do? Next time do not pull me out and –OWWW!" he yelled as I pulled him into a headlock.

I bent down a bit to glower at him and paused as I looked straight into his eyes. They were a deep, rich brown that reminded me of barbecued ribs. My stomach growled and I felt my face flush in embarrassment.

I quickly released him and walked ahead, bangs covering my eyes. I could hear him calling me from behind but I didn't look back and only quickened my pace, my face turning new shades of red. What the hell was that about, I thought with confusion. Three seconds later the incident was swept from my mind as I saw a sign advertising fat cakes and dashed away to find the stall.