(A/N: Okay, I was seriously SO excited when I got this idea, that I went and sprinted 3 miles on our elliptical machine. I hope that makes up for the fact that this isn't a chapter in one of my other stories!)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, iOMG, or "You Look So Fine" by Garbage. An awesome band, by the way.

You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You're taking me over

This is no one's fault but my own. I tried, I seriously tried harder than I have for anything in my life! I pushed and I shoved, to get myself away. Too bad that only worked before... before. But that was a long time ago.

Now, I see him, and I feel the battle rage within me. Do I pummel the heck out of him? Or do I run up and kiss him like there's no tomorrow, which there wouldn't be, if I did that? No. Every time I choose the third option: Keep the turmoil inside, where it belongs. Straight face, cool gaze, casual insult of a greeting. Like before.

Before I lost control and fell for him.

It's so insane
You've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name
And I'm falling over

It really makes me feel pathetic, you know? Carly is used to getting everything she wants with little effort. She wants me to get together with the new kid, telling me to "make a move," because, "don't I want a nice boyfriend?" She doesn't know, hasn't been told that HE'S not the reason my cover is cracking to splinters! It's someone else, and the magnitude of my emotions is scaring me to death. I'm stuck, though. That feeling, the one where I want to barf my guts up and then bang my head against the nearest brick wall, is bubbling over; there's too much of it to be contained. It's showing in my carefully composed face. All I can do is try not to resist the latest matchmaking plan too much, and hope that it will provide my disguise for me.

I'm not like all the other girls
I can't take it like the other girls
I won't share it like the other girls
That you used to know

You look so fine

If this wasn't so wrong, I might actually take Carly's advice. Are you surprised by that? Well, I can be pretty forward with the right help. It's just that, I know I'm not his "type." He's made it abundantly clear in his previous choices what his type is, and of course, there's also his number one choice of all-time. Carly. The other girls he's dated have been such obvious Carly knockoffs, I think I'd rather he date Carly and be done with it! Brunette. Beautiful. Nice. Also known as, the list of everything I am not.

Yet, with Carly, he has got to know he'll never win! When I say she'll never love him, I mean it. Carly Shay is too naive to have experienced anything like love. The time they tried to date was a joke. I'm not sure where I myself stand, love-wise. I know I've never felt the way I do before, but I also didn't want to feel the way I do, and I never want to feel this way again if I can avoid it. Does that mean it's love? How the heck can I say, at my age?

Knocked down
Cried out
Been down just to find out
I'm through
Bleeding for you

Everything that's been going on is too much for me. I can unfortunately see that things are going to take a swift turn for the worst extremely soon; it's only up to me as to when. Why did I ever agree to come tonight? It wasn't even mandatory. That is how far I've sunk, that I would willingly go to a school event I. Wasn't. Required. To go to. Ugh. And everywhere I turn, someone is there pushing me farther off the cliff I constantly teeter on. There's Brad, trying awkwardly to see if I'm flirting with him or not. There's Carly, pestering me to get a move on or she'll never forgive me. There's Gibby, being a nub-face, and bringing my temper up in general. And there's...

Freddie.

I'm open wide
I want to take you home
We'll waste some time
You're the only one for me

How do these things happen to me? I came outside thinking I could collect my thoughts, only to find the one person sure to scatter them. The absolute jerk.

"Why are you out here?" I ask roughly. I'm slightly taken aback by my voice. It sounds like I've been crying, which I haven't... but that's not going to fool him.

He looks at me with more concern than I can bear to handle. "Carly told me about you and Brad. Are you all right?"

I push past him. "Why did she do that? Carly thinks she's so observant, but she's not! I don't want to be with him, okay?" Why am I even telling him this? What happened to it being my disguise? Where is my self-control?

Freddie grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. "You don't have to pretend you don't like him, Sam. I thought we agreed to tell each other everything? No matter how much... we don't want to."

You look so fine
I'm like the desert tonight
Leave her behind
If you want to show me

Oh holy crabcakes, could he be any more attractive than he is right now? I'd think it was written on my face like a neon gel pen on black paper what I'm feeling right now. Somehow, he must think it's for someone else. There won't be anyone else.

"Well, even if you're staying quiet about it," Freddie continues in response to my intense silence, "I can't let you torture yourself. There's obviously someone you really care about, whether it's Brad or not. What I'm trying to say is, I know it's scary for you to put your feelings out there. 'Cause you never know if the person you like is gonna like you back. But... you never know what might happen."

I'm not like all the other girls
I won't take it like the other girls
I won't fake it like the other girls
That you used to know

He's so sincere it's killing me.

"It's different this time," I whisper, barely able to make a sound. "I..."

You're taking me over
Over and over
I'm falling over
Over and over

And this is when I realize, I'm never going to be happy this way. Carly says to go for it? Maybe she's got the right idea. He's looking at me like every word I say will change the world, like nothing else matters right now, like he could somehow care about me in some way. I can't help myself.

I launch for his face like a rocket, desperately seeking his lips like they'll save my life.

You're taking me over
Drown in me one more time
Hide inside me tonight
Do what you want to do
Just pretend happy end
Let me know let it show

It would be enough to save my life, I know it. If this moment could be all the rest of my life was comprised of, I would be living a dream life. He stands there at first, unresponsive, but then he reciprocates. Back and forth our lips move, heads turning, dying to breath but unable to separate long enough to. All the unreleased emotions I've had since the first time we did this, so innocently, are poured into our kiss. It's nothing like the first time. I feel sure our mouths must be on fire by now.

Ending with letting go
Ending with letting go
Ending with letting go

When he lets me go to take a gulp of air, it's like someone has slapped me across the face, yelling, "WHAT have you done?" I stand there, shivering, but not from cold. As good as I felt a second ago, I now feel as though I could throw up. He's looking at me again, a mix of confusion, shock, and a tinge of enjoyment covering his face.

"I didn't... think..." he begins, but I cut him off.

"No, I didn't think," I say hoarsely. "I have to leave."

Let's pretend happy end
Let's pretend happy end
Let's pretend happy end
Let's pretend happy end

"Sam, you can't do that!" he half-yells, but I'm already running around to the front of the building.

"Please, Freddie," I say, stopping long enough to look back at him. "This never happened. Tell Carly things didn't work out with Brad. Tell her my mom is in jail again, I don't care. But we- I- this doesn't exist."

(A/N: That was as emotionally taxing for me as it was for the characters! I hope it stands apart from the other stories in this iOMG-themed Seddie boom. If my sisters are reading this... shut up, guys :P)