- Trash Talk -

Sam x Freddie
iCarly.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, or am affiliated with any company involved with iCarly.

Carly will never love you.

He used to lunge at her for saying that.

He used to get hurt because of those words.

He used to get incredibly affected.

Used to.

"...We should kiss?"

"You're gonna break my arm now, won't you?"

"...Nope."

Silence.

"So... Should we?"

"Just to get it over with."

"Just to get it over with. And we swear we get back to hating each other as soon as this is over."

"Swear."

Just to get it over with? Was it really just to get it over with? It was Sam who finished the idea. It was Sam who brought up the idea of the kiss in the first place. It was Sam who apologized, who revealed that she never had her first kiss either, that if there should be someone being teased, it should be her.

"Which is a bad idea unless you live near a hospital."

Freddie chuckled. Typical Sam, always tough, always quick with a comeback. The one time she showed her genuine kindness to Freddie, they shared their first kiss. The one technique to disarm any girl - even Samantha Puckett. But right now, Sam was missing.

It had only been a week since Freddie got out of his cast, and wasn't sure about what he was feeling. On one hand, he finally had Carly. Well, almost. With the whole 'hero' thing and Sam convincing him that this wasn't really because Carly liked him like that, Carly wasn't really his yet. And then there was Sam.

Sam convinced him that this was just about the 'hero' thing. Freddie didn't know what her motives were when she said that. He figured out that she just wanted to save Carly from this stupid thing - if it WAS a stupid thing. And then maybe, Sam was trying to save Freddie from potential heartbreak. But why would she?

"Sam? I hate you."

"Hate you too."

Sam was missing. She had been missing for two days, and it definitely wasn't like her to be MIA at Carly's. She always ate there. Or stole money from Spencer. Whatever tickled her fancy.

Then again, Freddie hadn't been visiting the Shays since he was down.

For some reason, he had to talk to Sam. Freddie had been thinking things over - about Sam, about Carly, about his first kiss, about his kiss with Carly, about Sam's apology, about Carly's life being saved. Never did he imagine that he would get tangled in such a complicated web.

"Why, oh why, couldn't it have been simple as liking Carly, and ending there?"

That day, he decided to meet Carly. It had been pretty awkward, adjusting to a walk after being grounded for a while, but he got the hang of it soon enough. After all, he had been walking for the past thirteen or fourteen years of his life. Why would he forget it over an accident?

Why would he forget his first kiss because of an accident?

Freddie scowled. He tried to flood out the messed up thoughts in his head and knocked on the Shay's door.

"Freddie?"

He smiled. "Hey, Carly."

Carly studied Freddie for a minute then smiled back. "So, you're out of your cast?"

"Yes."

Silence.

"So... have you figured it out yet?"

"Figured out what?"

"You know... how you feel about me," Freddie replied. His hands went cold. He felt like it would be way better if he had been in a cast again. A full-body cast in a hospital. Anywhere but here. Carly's verdict was going to confuse him more. What would he do? Rejoice if she said she liked him still, or be disappointed? Did she like him really? Or better question...

Do I still like Carly?

For a moment, Freddie traveled back in time. It's so stupid, how people get so worked up about their first kiss.

"I'm sorry for everything..."

But will she stop making him miserable?

"No. I'll just apologize every few years so I could start fresh again."

Good.

"Good?"

Yeah. It would be weird if you didn't make my life miserable all the time.

"Freddie, are you still there?"

"Umm... Oh, yeah. So?"

"I... I don't know, really. I'm confused, Freddie. I really am. I'm still trying to figure it out."

Freddie cleared his throat. Somehow, he hoped that she would let him off. That she wanted to only be friends. Somehow, that suddenly became his wish. "Yeah. Yeah, me too."

"I'm... I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted to hear, Freddie."

"It's okay, I'm good."

"But... But if it makes you feel better, I guess I was your first kiss," Carly said.

Sam.

Freddie looked at Carly, not really sure how to react. I guess I was your first kiss.

"I... Carly, have you seen Sam?"

"Sam? Why?"

"I... I just remembered something I need to talk to her about."

"Can't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

Carly fell silent. She was confused, too. She liked Freddie before, but as a friend. She always said she wouldn't sacrifice her friendship with him for a deeper relationship. But was it really what she wanted? Freddie's kiss was good. She felt like she liked him there, at that time. Like she was wrong through all the years and Freddie was worth the sacrifice. But was it really?

"I haven't seen her since this morning," she replied.

He nodded. "I guess I have to go now." He headed for the stairs. It would be a good way to adjust further to his rediscovered walking condition.

"Freddie?"

"Hm?"

"Take care."

A/n: First chapter up. I've been thinking about this story through last night. Will be a two-shot, promise. Obviously, it will. There wasn't much Seddie in here anyway, and I disapprove of Creddie, so yeah. At this moment, I'm writing the second chapter, so it shouldn't take long. I have the habit of putting stories on paper - or word processor - in advanced, so there. Crits? Comments? Ohyeah, is set after iSaved Your Life. You'll find out why it's called 'Trash Talk' in the second chapter. :D