A Year or Two

It's been a year. Exactly a year since iCarly has ended. A year since Freddie, Gibby and I have graduated. A year since we've lost all form of touch with Carly. It's been a year since Freddie asked me out on a date, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.

"Sam.." Freddie walked into the iCarl-... what used to be the iCarly studio as I packed up the last of my stuff.

"Hey, Fredbag," I said sadly, not bothering to look.

"You bummed too?" I rolled my eyes. Classic Freddie.

"You think?" I stated sarcasticly, packing up my weiner dog stuffed animal.

"I need to talk to you," he said nervously, clearing his throat.

"What about?" I asked, dumbly.

"Well, you know how we agreed that when you became more normal.. and I became less normal.. we could, you know.. try again?" I swallowed, and cleared my throat.

"Yeah," I said, a little lower than I meant for it to sound.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I shook my head, smiling.

"You're such a nerd." He smiled back at me.

"I know."

A year. I laughed out loud. A knock at my door took me out of my daze.

I looked through the peep-hole and smiled. I opened the door to a nineteen year old, handsome young Freddie. "Hey, you," I smirked.

"Hey," he said smiling, and leaned in, kissing my lips ever so softly, but still with a fine amount of passion.

When he backed away, he took my hand in the air and intertwined our fingers.

"So, what's the plan for today?" He asked, eagerly.

"I was thinking pizza and movies at home," I mused happily.

"Sounds very, very good," he said seductively.

My heart skipped a heart. My eyelashes fluttered nervously as I managed to stutter out a single word.

"O-okay." Freddie chuckled as we sat on the couch.

"Hey, can I sleep over tonight? My mom is driving me crazy," Freddie asked hopefully as he looked over at me.

"Sure," I said glad that I got to have more time with him.

"Thank you, Princess Pucket," he said, kissing my cheek. My cheeks turned a pale pink and I got up to get the phone.

"Where are you going?" He asked sadly, trying to pull me back onto his lap.

"Well, I need a phone to order pizza, don't I?" I asked him sarcasticly. He frowned and looked down.

"Yes. But lemme go with you," He grinned proudly.

"As you wish," I said. He picked me up and threw me over my shoulder, leading us to my bedroom.

"So, what kind of pizza do you want?" He asked, laughing.

"Put me down!" I yelled, pounding my fists on his back.

"Put me down? Well, I've never heard of that kind of pizza before. How about pepperoni instead?" He asked, smirking. Well, I couldn't see him smirking, but I knew he was.

"Please?" I gave him my best puppy-dog cute voice.

"Well, if you insist," he said, opening the door and dropping me on the bed.

"Thank you," I said. He sat down and crawled over to me.

"Now, who wants dessert first?"