A/N: This is my last post on this story, a just for fun kind of thing(: it's been a blast writing, and thank you all so much for your support3
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine!
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Sam whispered as Freddie pulled her up the staircase of his apartment building.
"It's not like anybody will actually hear me," He countered, doing his best to jog to the top. Sam sighed—again—and Freddie couldn't help but laugh. He'd wanted to do this for a long, long time. He finally opened the door that led to the rooftop, and beamed against the rough wind. He sauntered over to the edge of the building, holding onto the railing and peering over the edge. Cars zoomed by beneath him, and he tried to fight the queasiness in his stomach. He turned around to see Sam with her arms firmly at her sides, face towards the sky.
"This is stupid," She accused.
"So what?" Freddie replied. Sam glanced over and moved slowly towards him.
"Alright nerd," She teased. "Let's just get this out of the way." Freddie turned in the direction of the street, cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed,
"I, FREDDIE BENSON, AM DATING SAM PUCKETT!" Sam rolled her eyes at the stupid grin on Freddie's face.
"Are you satisfied?"
"We could've just said this on iCarly. A lot more people would've heard you."
"I bet nobody heard me. I don't care—I wanted to shout it from the rooftops."
"Can we go now?" Sam complained. Her hair was whipping around her face madly, making her look like she was in front of giant fan. Freddie smiled at her.
"I dragged you up here," He said. "I might as well reward you." And he pulled her into his arms and kissed her over and over again, not reminiscing on the past, or worrying about the future, just simply being here, in the present with the one person who mattered most—the one person who made his past, present, and hopefully future worthwhile.