Okay, I know I have to finish iAm a Ballerina, but this one was nagging at my brain. I couldn't help but write this little one-shot. Oh & I'm reposting this, because It seems as if I didn't mention the fact Sam WAS wearing a bra. That woulda been helpful. X) Okay, moving on... now.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. :/ Well that's a let down.


"Coming!"

I heard her shout. Why is Carly making me do this? Why?

Heck, the real question here should be 'why am I even doing this in the first place?'. I have my own mind, my own life, my own-

Oh. My. God.

"What do you- Fredward?! Oh... uh... shit."

Then the door was slammed in my face. I turned around, pacing back and forth, contemplating what image was just implanted in my brain for the next twelve and a half years.

Sam. No shirt. Eating ribs.

I guess that's what I get for trying to be a nice person. I came here to return Sam's backpack that she'd left at Carly's while Carly in question was off art supply shopping with Spencer.

"S-sorry. I... I'll just leave your bag here, S-sam. I'm walking away from the door. Bye." I placed the bag and ran out of the two story apartment complex.

I made my way back to Bushwell Plaza. I guess I shouldn't be complaining, I mean, I could have seen worse. After all, Sam was wearing a bra and I was fortunate enought to not see Sam's mother. In a bikini.

Oh, ew, gross.

Not to mention... Sam wasn't... a bad looking demon. Sure, her personality could use a good smoothing out, but didn't every demon? Okay, so the whole demon thing was kind of foggy after the whole 'discovering Sam was actually a girl' thing.

Not a bad looking girl. I wonder if she had any emotions...

Yes, I'm being a bit harsh here.

We did kiss... twice. I know she's a girl, she's a girl with feelings. She just... doesn't show them much.

Unless she's happy, which is when she's eating, or pounding on me (or Gibby, but he is irrelevant to this particular situation).

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by Carly, her hands on my shoulders, shaking me fervently.

"Oh, Carly."

"Finally! You're home," She tapped my head lightly. "Geeze, you try to say hi to a person and all you get is a glazed look in their eyes."

"S-sorry."

"What's wrong, Freddie?"

"N-n-nothing. W-w-why do you ask!?"

"Uh... because for one thing, you totally ignored me when I said 'hi' about thirty seconds ago, not to mention you just stuttered when I asked you a simple question..."

"Sorry, Carls... I just, my mom is up in arms again. She wants me home to test out a new tick lotion and if I don't get in, in about three and a half minutes, I will have some explaining to do."

Carly laughed.

"C'mon, let's just go in before your mother has a heart attack, and Spencer sets something on fire. We just got home, but I can tell by the look in his eyes he's up to something that I'm not sure I want to witness the aftermath of."

Carly guided me inside the apartment building, pulling me by my hand.

I should have been happily freaking out at the contact, her being my supposed dream girl and all.

However, the only thing I could think of was that image of Sam. No shirt. Eating ribs.