Annddd, here's my second iCarly one-shot. Hope you guys like it. It's a bit better than Star-Stealing Girl, in my opinion. :P I could have taken it further...but I figure that's best for another time and place. lawls

Enjoy! And remember, iCarly's not mine, no matter how much I wish.

"I can't believe we got ourselves into this."

"It's not that bad. We're just trapped in a closet inside a crazy lady's house."

"If Ms. Briggs finds us, she's going to kill us."

"Wrong. She'll just torture us with her annoying bag pipes."

"That's just as bad."

I stood up and walked up to the large cardboard cutout of Randy Jackson beside us.

"What's with all this stupid Randy Jackson stuff, anyway?"

"I guess she's is obsessed with him."

"He's not even that great of a judge. She could at least be obsessed with Simon or that lady."

"Paula?"

"Yeah, whatever."

I looked behind Carly at the small shrine Ms. Briggs had set up in honor of her beloved judge, squinting my eyes in an attempt to see clearer, as it was dark in the room.

"Hey, I'm hungry. Hand me that box of cereal behind you."

She looked back at the cereal box.

"You can't eat her Randy-O's!"

"Why not?"

"Because they're not yours."

"Neither is any of the food at your house, but I eat it anyway."

"Yeah, but that's different. You-"

"Shh, I hear something."

Carly stood up and we both rushed to the door, pressing our ears against the cold, paint covered wood. Outside the closet, I could hear the jingle of what sounded like either a small bell or dog tags.

"When did she get a dog?"

I shrugged.

"Goodnight, Pookums."

Good, she was going to bed. Now we could get out and go home. I snorted, whispering.

"Pookums?"

"Goodnight, Randy!"

Her shrill voice hurt my ears. I cleared my throat, but Carly caught me before I could say anything. She knew exactly what I was about to do.

"Do you want her to catch us in here?"

"No, but it would be kind of funny. Don't you think?"

"Not really. She'd probably call the cops on us."

I backed up from the door and sat down in a random chair placed in front of the Randy shrine.

"Come on, Carls. Have some fun."

"I was trying to, until we got stuck in here."

"What would make you happy, then?"

"I don't-"

"Oh, I got it. Pretend I'm Freddie and you have to escape my insane, geeky love for you. Watch out!"

I stood up, threw my hands up, and darted toward her. Not sure exactly what I was thinking; I was pretty delirious at this point.

"Computer! Mega pixels! HTML! I love you!"

She just laughed and ran to the other side of the closet. This continued on for about a minute and a half when finally she got bored and stopped running. It was then that I took the opportunity to pin her up against the wall with her hands above her head.

"I got you now, Carly Shay! Now you'll be forced to kiss me, marry me, and have little nerdy children with me! Ha ha ha! A fate worse than death!"

She played along.

"No! I'm too young to die!"

We laughed for a second then things went silent.

"So, what? Ol' Freddie here doesn't get a prize?"

"For what?"

"For finally catching the elusive Carly. The Carly that likes Sam more than him."

I wondered if she'd fall for it. She giggled, looking slightly downward at me. When our eyes met, it seemed to turn our lips into magnets. She tilted her head sideways a bit and I did the same; it was like some unseen force was pushing us together. I dropped her arms from above her head, trying to avoid making this into something it shouldn't have been. Carly, however, had plans of her own, it seemed. She deepened the kiss, pushing our lips together even more so, causing me to fall back a little. Out of pure instinct, I grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled myself towards her, determined not to let our lips part. She let out a slight moan against my mouth that threw me for a loop and I unintentionally released a low growl in response. A second later, I felt her tongue along my lips, begging to be let in. I gave her what she wanted, grateful that she was the one making all the advances and not me; which made me look almost completely innocent. This was my first kiss and I wondered if Carly knew it; I was pretty sure this was her first, also, but by the way she was going about it, I would have had to say otherwise. Our heavy make out session lasted for a few minutes and I enjoyed every bit of it. I wondered to myself whether or not Carly knew what she was doing to me. And was it even me she was imagining she was kissing, or was it Freddie? Although, How many times had Freddie tried to kiss her and she refused? Too many. I immediately removed my hands from her waist and backed up a few feet. She ran her sleeve across her mouth, indicating to me that I needed to work on my kissing; apparently it was sloppy.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away…"

"It's fine."

Things got quiet for a few seconds before I opened my big mouth again.

"You really do like Freddie, don't you?"

She looked up at me, shaking her head.

"I wasn't even thinking about Freddie."

I frowned in confusion.

"Jake?"

She shook her head again.

"No."

"Then who?"

She sighed a heavy sigh and looked down again, twisting her hair in loops around her finger. I could feel the tension in the air.

"Car-"

"You, Sam. I was thinking of you."

At the request of a couple of you, I might turn this into a complete story instead of just a one-shot. Or at least a two-shot. We'll see. :D