Okay, so this story takes place after iOMG (as do many of them on the iCarly page right now). I know, I know. You guys are sick of reading stories that take place post-iOMG. Well, this one is different. How, you might be asking? You'll see after you read it! Please give it a chance? I'll give you a cookie! It picks up exactly where the episode left off - right after the seddie kiss. I promise this isn't like anything you've read before though. Well, not any of the seddie stories I've seen posted, anyway. And, trust me, I've been reading a LOT of them lately!

I'm still fairly new to this fandom. I've only written one other seddie story and it was a one-shot. Your reviews were so positive, I thought I might try a multi-chapter story. Let me know what you think of it?

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Dan (who tweeted me once!)

iPrologue

Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson kissed.

The would should have ended. Sam half expected a bolt of lightning to shoot from the sky, striking her straight in the heart. When it didn't happen, she begged the ground beneath her feet to open up, allowing her to fall to the center of the Earth. Even the heat of the equator would be worth enduring if it meant escaping the stare Freddie sent in her direction.

Obviously, the nub was shocked. He'd been talking to her one second, advising her to go after whatever guy the Pear Pad said she was in love with. The next, she was shutting him up by pressing her lips to his. She knew she promised they would never kiss again. At the time she made the promise, she believed it would be fulfilled. How was she supposed to know she'd fall in love with him someday?

She was so stupid. She should have let Freddie think he and Carly were right, that she was really in love with Brad. It would be easy enough to fake; all she had to do was tell the new iCarly intern her feelings, wait for him to shoot them down (which she was sure he would do. She was, after all, Sam Puckett, the girl too scary for boys to date). Then, she would report back to her friends, tell them the news, and go on with life.

But no. Instead of taking the easy way out, Sam did the one thing she found herself doing too often: acting before thinking. While Freddie stood in front of her, encouraging her to make a move on the guy he thought she was in love with (having no idea he was referring to himself), Sam found her eyes locked on his face. She wanted his lips to stop moving - he had a habit of talking too much - and she wanted him to turn his gaze to something, anything, other than her eyes. She realized too late that she could have been the one to look away first. If she had done so, there never would have been a kiss because it was while they stared at each other that Sam lost all control.

"Sorry," she apologized, meaning the word for the first time in her life. All her other apologies were only said when someone forced her to say them. The words never came from her heart.

Standing in the deserted courtyard, watching as Freddie gaped at her, Sam found herself wishing she could go back in time. The kiss was completely uncalled for. It was Freddie Benson, the boy she couldn't last a week without picking on! He had every right in the world to think she hated him. If she was in his shoes, she'd think the same thing.

What would he say now that he knew the truth? Now that he knew she was in love with him, would it change anything? Had she tortured him enough throughout the years that she had thrown away her chances of ever being more than friends with him? What about his crush on Carly?

"It's cool," Freddie finally replied.

Sam wasn't stupid. She could read it in his eyes. Freddie was trying to keep the peace between them, forcing the awkwardness of the situation away instead of dealing with it. As much as he wanted Sam to believe everything was good between them, she knew things were anything but.

No students were allowed to leave the school until morning, but Sam had never followed the rules before. Why start tonight?

She ran. She ran from Freddie and the unspoken words that would never find their way into the air. She ran from Carly, who might have been the only person who could help her. She ran from Ridgeway, the stupid school she wished her mom had never enrolled her in. If she hadn't gone to Ridgeway, she would never have met Carly or Freddie. She would never have allowed her walls to fall, lying in shambles around her broken heart.

There was a reason Sam acted tough all the time. She didn't want to be like her mom. She didn't want to be tossed about by people or used by anyone. She was her own person and no one would ever lay a hand on her. She promised herself at an early age that no matter what life threw at her, she would always make sure she could handle it. Nothing would bring her down.

Freddie was her exception. Somewhere along the way, despite the arguing she did to push him away, warning him to stay out of her life, Sam found herself drawn in at the same time. Freddie was the only guy brave enough to look past her outer shell. He stuck around no matter how many insults Sam threw at him or punches she gave him. He stayed-

-And for some unfathomable reason, Sam fell in love with him because of it.

The damage was already done. Sam had brought Freddie to his breaking point. She was stupid for falling in love with him - she was even stupider for thinking he might be in love with her, too. She kissed him and all he could do was say, "It's cool," in an obvious attempt to tell Sam he wasn't interested.

Well, that was fine with Sam. She didn't need Freddie to love her - heck, she didn't need the nub to like her at all! Freddie Benson was the last person she needed in her life. She could live without him. She would be better off without him.

When Monday morning came and Freddie strolled into Ridgeway with Carly at his side, he would see how much Sam didn't need him. How would he know?

There was a simple answer for that: Sam was running away.

The Puckett house was dark when Sam barged through the front door, not bothering to close it behind her. Who cared if some random hobo followed her inside? She'd be gone in fifteen minutes - twenty tops. The hobo and whatever he stole would be her mom's problem.

Grabbing her favorite blue suitcase, Sam stomped up the stairs to her bedroom, making as much noise as possible. She was the only one home. Her mom had gone out on a date, her father hadn't showed his face since before she was born, and Melanie was off at her boarding school. Sam wanted to be loud. She deserved some time to react, didn't she? She was new to this whole love thing, but she had a feeling most girls reacted poorly after finding out the guy they loved didn't feel the same.

"I hate you, Freddie Benson!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs after tossing her door aside, letting herself into the room she slept in when she decided not to spend the night at Carly's (which wasn't very often).

Like her shout had summoned the nub in question, Sam's eyes went straight to the wall farthest from her. There hung photos - hundreds of them - from the past four years, some dating back to the beginning of iCarly. Hundreds of Freddie's smiled down at her, leering in a manner that seemed to say, "And you said you'd never fall in love with me! What's wrong, Sam? Did someone fall in love with their dorky technical producer?"

"I'm not in love with you!" Sam informed the pictures. "Didn't you hear me? I said I hate you, Freddie Benson! I hate, hate, HATE you!"

To prove her point, Sam rushed to the wall, ripping photos off. She didn't care if they were photos of her and Carly without Freddie. Honestly, she didn't take the time to check who was in them. She was angry and her fingers needed to destroy something. Tearing Freddie's face into millions of pieces seemed like a better idea than punching a hole through the floor.

Once every last picture was gone, Sam turned to her dresser. Her clothes - thrown into the drawers without being folded first - went from their location to the suitcase. She had no idea where she was going; maybe she'd see if she could befriend one of the many hobos who lived around her neighborhood. Maybe she'd take her mom's credit cards and hop on the nearest bus. Whichever path she chose, she had a feeling she would need both short-sleeved shirts and sweaters. Taking her toothbrush might not be a bad idea either…

Taking one last glance around her room, Sam decided she didn't need anything else. She had clothes, a few personal belongings, at least a day's supply of fat cakes-

"Mama needs more than fat cakes if she's taking a long journey," Sam reminded herself, placing a hand on her stomach, which rumbled loudly. "I wonder if we have any fried chicken?"

Dragging her suitcase down the staircase she'd stormed up minutes earlier, Sam threw open the door of her refrigerator, searching for anything edible. She was wondering if meat was okay to eat if it was green when she heard a throat clear behind her.

'Chiz!' she thought, closing her eyes bitterly. 'A hobo really did follow me inside!'

Whirling around, her hands clenched into fists so she was prepared to fight whoever was in the kitchen with her, Sam paused as her eyes landed on the newcomer. They were shorter than most hobos, had longer hair than most, and was dressed in a pink, frilly skirt.

Melanie Puckett stood five feet from her twin, eying the suitcase suspiciously.

Running away wasn't going to be quite as easy as Sam thought.

"Let me get this straight." Melanie tapped the countertop, her manicured nails making a soft plink noise against the material. "You're running away from home."

"That's usually what happens when a person packs a suitcase and takes off in the middle of the night without telling anyone," Sam replied.

"I don't get why you're running away." Melanie's face scrunched up in confusion. "Is living with mom that bad?"

Sam moaned, wondering if Melanie would find it rude if she turned her attention back to the refrigerator. She really needed some ham, especially if her sister was going to make her relive the entire evening.

"Look, you wouldn't understand even I told you why I was running away," Sam said, shaking her head. "Why don't you run back to your perfect little world at your perfect little boarding school and forget I existed?"

"I can't forget you existed! You're my sister!"

If Melanie kept talking in that sugary voice, Sam was going to punch her. Her night was bad enough without having to deal with cuteness, too. She let her emotions get the best of her once already; why stop it from happening again?

"Whatever," Sam sighed, reaching for her suitcase. "I'm out of here. Tell mom it was nice knowing her…kind of."

Melanie reached for Sam's arm before she could take more than two steps. Rolling her eyes, Sam faced her twin again. It was amazing how they could look so similar and act nothing alike.

"You're not going anywhere, Samantha," Melanie demanded. "Not until you tell me why you're running away!"

Sam could have put up a fight. Melanie was even less of a challenge to beat up than Freddie was - and that was saying something. Still, Melanie reminded Sam of Carly in a weird way (both of them were too nice) and Carly was the one person Sam refused to hurt. Thus, she didn't hurt Melanie, either. No matter how annoying she acted.

"Fine. If you want to know the real reason I'm leaving, it's because…" Sam took a deep breath. "I'm in love."

Melanie reacted exactly the way Sam thought she would: she squealed, drew Sam in for a hug, and chanted, "My sister's in love! My sister's in love!"

"If you don't let go of me in the next ten seconds, I'll force you to let go."

Knowing better than to push Sam, Melanie dropped her sister. Sam brushed off her outfit as though Melanie had left some kind of 'nice potion' on it with a simple hug. Samantha Puckett would never conform into a nice girl.

Smiling brightly, Melanie danced on the balls of her feet. Sam knew what her next question was going to be.

"So?" the other blonde prompted. "Who's the lucky guy?"

Sam admitted she was in love. She might as well tell Melanie the whole truth.

"It's Fredward," she said, trying to turn her back. "Can I leave now?"

Melanie grabbed Sam's shoulders, turning her until her torso faced the kitchen again. She shook Sam lightly, stopping only when she received a deadly glare.

"Freddie?" she asked in surprise. "Freddie Benson?"

"Do we know any other woman crazy enough to name their son Fredward?"

Clapping her hands in excitement, Melanie's smile faded within seconds. She looked at the suitcase, her brow furrowing.

"I don't get it," she said slowly. "If you're in love with Freddie, why are you running away?"

"Isn't it obvious?" When Melanie stared blankly, shaking her head, Sam answered her own question. "He doesn't love me back."

"Yes, he does!"

Now it was Sam's turn to feel confused.

"No, he doesn't," she said, speaking slowly and clearly. "I was with him earlier tonight and I - well, let's just say I know how he feels about me."

"But you can't know the truth!" Melanie protested. "Sam, listen to me. Freddie is in love with you!"

"No, he's not."

"Yes, he is!"

"Did you fall out of a tree or something?"

"I - Why would I have been in a tree?"

Grabbing her twin by her shoulders, holding her there firmly, Sam made sure their identical eyes met before speaking again.

"Let me put this in a way you can understand," she said. "Freddie…Benson…Does…Not…Love…Me!"

"Yes, he does!"

Sam let go of Melanie, turning her eyes to the ceiling, silently asking a higher power why she got stuck with all the brains in the family. Melanie took Sam's silence as a chance to grab her hand, wheeling the stubborn blonde toward the living room.

"What are you doing?" Sam demanded as Melanie forced her to sit in front of the computer Pam Puckett had bought before either of her daughters turned three. "I have places to go, Melanie!"

"Your places will still be there later," Melanie protested, standing beside her twin (there was only chair) and leaning toward the computer's keyboard. "We have something more important to do right now."

"What's more important than making friends with hobos?" Sam asked, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Proving that Freddie Benson," Melanie replied, speaking slowly as she typed in a web address, "Really does love you!"

Sam watched as the iCarly website appeared on the computer's screen, showing her face, Carly's, Spencer's, and that of the nub in question. Melanie happily began scrolling through old videos. Sam folded her arms across her chest.

She had no idea what Melanie was playing at. She only visited one time every few years. How could she know whether or not Freddie was in love with anyone, much less if it was Sam? How was the iCarly website going to prove anything?

No matter what Melanie had up her sleeve, Sam sighed. It was going to be a long night.

To sum things up: Sam believes Freddie isn't in love with her, so she wants to run away from him. I hope that's not too out of character for her...I thought she might be one of those girls who tries to run away from her problems instead of facing them. Melanie, on the other hand, seems convinced Freddie IS in love with Sam. And she's determinded to prove it!

Basically, this story will walk you through a couple of the biggest seddie moments in iCarly. Not every single episode - that would take way too long to write! But, you know, some of the bigger scenes between Sam and Freddie. It's my way to help prove seddie MIGHT happen in iOMG part 2.

What do you guys think? Do you like the story? Is it a stupid idea? Is it too out of character?

If you enjoyed reading and would like me to continue, please tell me YOUR favorite seddie moments so I can include them!

Oh, and one more thing: If you guys want me to continue, the story won't just be Sam and Melanie the whole way through. Freddie and Carly play important roles, too! Not until the last chapter or two, but of course they'll be in the flashbacks. So really all three iCarly stars will be in every chapter.

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