Sam's POV

I can't believe what an idiot I was? Did I really think that he would return the favour and tell me that he likes me? Come on, these sort of stuff only happens in those lame chick flicks and my life is no lame flick.

"Sam, what happened?" Carly came running through the back door of the cafeteria. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Carly," I stated. "Let's just start the show."

Fredpus walked into the cafeteria, keeping his eyes on the ground, not lifting them up to look at me all this time. "Okay guys, in five, four, three, two..."

"I'm Carly!"

"I'm Sam!" I forced a smile.

"And this is iCarly!" the both of us shouted at the camera.

I bent forward to make sure that the audience could see me. "The show where we show you how to brush your squirrel's teeth with a lollipop!"

"No, not really," Carly laughed.

"Yeah..." I pretended to look sad.

"Okay," Carly continued. "Have you ever wondered if your dentures was strong enough to pull a cart of library books?"

I frowned. "Not really."

"Well, me neither! Which is why..."

"We're going to show you if it works with these items..." I finished Carly's sentence.

Carly revealed the props we had under a red velvet blanket. "A pile of libaray books..."

"A push cart..." I showed the audience.

"And dentures," Carly continued.

"Courtesy of Mr. Howard, who donated it to us generously," I grinned.

Carly giggled. "No, he didn't."

We laughed.

For the next half an hour, we were having fun in front of the camera and making an awesome webshow right from our school cafeteria. Well, except for those two minutes when Mr. Howard barged into the cafeteria and chased us around the room screaming "Ooo wodden gizz!" which we took for "you rotten kids". It took us a full three minutes trying to continue with our webshow before he finally gave up out of fatigue and collapsed on the cafeteria floor. Don't worry, Carly checked his pulse.

"That was a great webshow, girls," Fudgeface exclaimed, still not looking at me. "If you guys need me, I'll be in the AV clubhouse."

"You need any help?" Carly asked. "That's a lot of equipment you have to return."

"Nah, it's alright," he replied.

Carly looked at me, hinting that I should go help him, but I stood there, hesitant.

"See you guys at the concert," he walked out of the cafeteria.

"Bye Freddie," she bade farewell.

I walked towards the Wahoo Punch vending machine to get some wicked punch and deposited my pennies into the machine. Within seconds, my drink emerged.

"What happened between you guys?" She asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "Hey, we still have half an hour more before the concert starts."

"Yeah," she looked at me doubtfully, sensing that I was changing the topic. But she decided to say something else instead. "Should I... go get Brad?"

I looked at her. "For what?"

"Aren't you going to tell him that you love him?" she asked.

"Which part of 'I don't like Brad' do you not understand?" I stressed on the quote. "I barely even know this guy. All I know is that he makes wonderful fudge that I often dream about in my sleep, but other than that, he's just another-"

"Hey girls," Brad entered the cafeteria. "I saw your webshow just now. It was fantastic!"

We stared blankly at him for a few seconds. How did he just appear out of nowhere like this? Just at the moment when we were talking about him.

"Erm... Did I come at a bad time?" he asked. "Maybe I'll come back later."

"No, it's okay Brad," Carly grinned. "You... just stay here."

He raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"I'll be gone now," she made her way towards the exit and switched the lights off. "I'm not coming back..."

Brad and I looked at each other awkwardly as Carly made her way out of the cafeteria.

"What's going on?" we were alone in the cafeteria now.

"I'm sorry, Brad," I apologized. "Carly thinks I'm in love with you."

"What?" he laughed, then stopped and raised his eyebrow. "Do you?"

I rolled my eyes. "NO!"

He heaved a sigh of relief. What a guy.

"But no one believes me, no matter what I say," I stated.

"Why wouldn't they believe you?" he asked. "I mean, you don't lie, do you?"

I looked at him guiltily.

"Okay..." he replied. "I've got to go now. The concert starts in about... fifteen more minutes and I have to do a sound check with the rest."

"Oh, I also have to go and... erm... do some stuff," I lied. "So, see ya."

"Yeah," he smiled.

I made my way towards the exit, trying to find Carly as soon as possible. But with my anxiousness, I missed the computer cable on the ground, left there by Sir Fredweird Dufus.

I tripped and fell to the front. Oww...

Brad came to help me, but when I told him that I was fine, he left the cafeteria. On the other hand, someone else came into the room and offered to give me a hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I replied. "Just a little bruise on my knee. And it's all thanks to you, Fried egg."

He smirked.

"What'cha laughin at?" I asked, frowning.

"Nothing," he seemed scared. "You need any help?"

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. I think I sprained my ankle.

"Here," he offered a hand.

"I don't need your sympathy, Fredwad," I snapped.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I sighed, taking his hand as he pulled me up. But I was unbalanced, so I fell right into his arms again. I glanced up at his face, the word 'dork' written all over it as he had this serious face on him. Realizing the awkward situation we were in, I pushed him away from me with immense strength.

Trying to hide the blush on my face, I quickly pretended to brush dust away from my shoulders. "Eww... Nerd germs..."

He frowned.

"Well, I'm gonna go find Carly now," I stated. "See ya later, nub."

As I turned to leave, he pulled me back towards him, back to the position where we were just a few seconds ago. But this time, he held me close to him. "Don't go."

Puzzled, I decided to say something about the awkward situation we were in. "Let go, buddy. I don't want to come into contact with-"

"Shhh..." he whispered as he tightened his arms around me, pushing my head against his chest. "Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I asked, trying very hard to hear something, but it was absolute silence in here.

"It's our song," he said, leaning his head against mine. "Listen to how fast the tempo is..."

I listened closely. But the only thing I could hear then was his heartbeat. And, true enough, it was going really fast. "But it's just a heartbeat."

"Listen closely," he whispered. I glanced up at his face, noticing that his eyes were closed. "My heartbeat is the tempo of our song. It tells you of how we first met, our first iCarly webshow, our first kiss... And most importantly, how I fell for you."

I froze at his last statement. Was he trying to confess?

"Sam, I love you," he whispered. "And I hope we can stay like this forever."

I giggled.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"If we stay stuck together like this, I am sure that I'll lose all feelings in my legs," I joked.

He sighed. "Sam, can you not spoil the mood every single time?"

"Well, that's just me," I replied, wrapping my arms around him. "Don't you like this part of me?"

"Nope," he said.

I frowned at him.

"I love every part of you," he said.

"I hate you, Freddie," I grinned.

"I hate you too, Sam," he replied.

Carly came barging into the cafeteria. People sure like barging into rooms... "Hey Sam, where were you? We're already late for the-"

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of our hug.

"Oh. My. God."