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Jean here: Okay, so I was just flipping through T.V. channels and on some show I heard someone say "I wonder-" Then I flipped it. Then I got this crazy idea. So, I hope you like it. ;D

iWonder

I wonder what would happen if I told him I liked the kiss.

I wonder if he'd say the same.

I wonder if he'd laugh at me.

I wonder if he'd runaway from me.

I wonder...

Samantha Puckett was sitting Indian-style on her bed. She looked over at the clock. 2:07 a.m. She couldn't sleep. All she could think about was that kiss.

Sam couldn't take it anymore. It'd been a month since her and Freddie's kiss. They hadn't told anyone, just like they agreed. Not even Carly. Sam knew she liked the kiss way way way more than she let on. She had been trying to act the same way as she always had, but it was different. Everytime she saw Freddie, she wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to tell him everything and hope that he felt the same.

But if he didn't...

Sam couldn't take the chance. She didn't want him to know the truth, nor did she want to be let down.

But I have to tell him. Sure I'm a good liar and all, but I don't want to go the rest of my life like this.

Sam threw her AllStars on and ran out of her house. This couldn't wait 'til morning. She had to tell him now. She ran all the way to Freddie's appartment.

Sam made it all the way there, up the stairs, and to his door before she realized how crazy she was being. She knew she shouldn't second guess herself at a time like this; that she should just go with her instinct - what her heart told her. But her mind was screaming just way too loud.

Her mind said to get the hell out of there as fast as her legs could take her, but her heart told her to knock on the door.

She knocked on the door; no one came.

She knocked again; no one came.

She sighed, turned around, and started for the stairs.

Then she heard the door open.

"Sam?"

Sam turned around to see a pajama-clad Freddie with a bad case of bedhead. She couldn't help but smile.

"Hi." She said quietly.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" He asked, rubbing sleep from his right eye.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. She felt her vocal cord freeze up like popsicles. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She started to panic. She took one last look at Freddie, who had worry across his face, and turned to run down the stairs.

Freddie caught her arm and pulled her back.

"Sam, are you okay?" Freddie asked, holding Sam buy her upper arms.

She noticed how close they were.

"I'm fine." She squeeked out.

"Something's gotta be up for you to come to my house at like 2 a.m. Tell me."

He noticed how close they were too. He didn't move an inch.

"Nevermind, it's not important." Sam said, trying to release herself from his grip.

"Sam..."

She didn't think before she acted; she kissed him.

Just when she was about to pull away, Freddie slipped his arms around her and pulled her even closer. Sam kept one hand on his chest, the other found the back of his neck.

They pulled away from each other. Freddie cupped the side of her face.

He smiled.

She smiled.

"You guys got something you wanna tell me?"

Sam and Freddie turned to see Carly standing in her doorway.