Room 402, Sunday night

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Sam had taken her time making her way back up to her room from Special Collections, still rather muddy, with war paint streaks on her cheeks, her spear clutched in her hand.

She was going to miss that wacky little pig hunting island.

She made it back to her room and immediately booted up her computer, checking to see if it could get an internet connection, and then heading to iCarly.com to make sure it had come back properly, then sent Carly a v-chat request.

Carly answered right away, looking amused. "What are you wearing?"

Sam smiled broadly, hugging her spear. All was right in her world.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]

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Freddie was not muddy, with no war paint, but he did have two pies.

Which meant he had to knock on Sam's door with his foot.

"Uhhh, hi?" he said, not sure what else one said in these situations.

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Sam's eyes went wide in the middle of explaining her new sketch idea to Carly -- what else did you expect her to say in response to "what are you wearing?" -- and went to get the door.

"Freddie!" she cheered, then dragged him forward into a kiss.

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Freddie was not expecting that. At all. It wasn't the first time Sam had kissed him, of course. The first time had been, well, a first for both of them. But now, well, it was... kinda nice. Like a moment that was inevitable and yet all together new and exciting.

He just wished his hands weren't full of pie.

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She'd be noticing the pies any moment now. Them and the way that Carly was gaping on her computer screen. At the moment, she was reveling in Freddie being there and not vanished.

She finally pulled back, seeming to realize what she was doing. She coughed once. ". . . Sorry."

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"...it's cool," Freddie said, still a bit in shock.

"...I brought pie."

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"Ooo!" Sam took one of the pies, then shot him a look. "Don't think this makes up for you being dumb."

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"...Right," Freddie said, still a little bit confused. "Uh, when was I dumb, exactly?"

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"Oh, gee, maybe when you decided to ask a strange woman to feel your arms while the world was ending!"

It was possible that Carly was now thinking this was the sketch Sam had been talking about earlier.

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"Well you're the one who called me scrawny!" Freddie objected. "If maybe you hadn't teased me, I wouldn't have had any reason to do so."

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"Yeah," Sam said as she attacked her pie with a fork. "'Cause I never do that." She rolled her eyes. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? You vanished. I was freaked out enough to even kiss you!"

She was even tempted to do it again. She must be crazy.

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"...Oh," Freddie said, thinking that was that, then. She was just freaked out, and that's why she'd done the whole kissing thing.

"Well, sorry," he said, a little dejectedly. "I won't do it again."

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"Well, good. 'Cause . . . then I might have to kiss you again."

She kind of wanted to, though.

"Which would be weird. And crazy. 'Cause I'm Sam and you're Freddie."

On the computer screen, Carly was now joined by Spencer. They were both eating from a bag of popcorn.

"Why are we watching this?" whispered Spencer. Carly shushed him.

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"Why is that so weird?" Freddie said, setting down the pie. He was completely oblivious to their audience. "I'm serious. You really just kissed me out of some sort of... worry? That's it?"

He didn't want it to just be a fluke.

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"We're, like, mortal enemies! It had to be because of that, right?"

She had forgotten about Carly for the moment, too.

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"I don't know, you're the one that kissed me," Freddie said. "And if you were that worried, it couldn't have been an enemy thing. It's not like you ever wanted to kiss Lewbert. Or Nevel."

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"Ew," Carly whispered on the computer screen. "Ew ew ew ew ew Sam kissing Lewbert ew!"

Sam was pretty much doing the same thing. "Great, now you ruined my appetite for pie." She looked down at the pie. ". . . Actually, no, it's really good pie. But ew!"

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"So it had to be something else," Freddie said. "Like... maybe you like me?"

He was half expecting to get pie thrown in his face.

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And waste a perfectly good pie?

Spencer and Carly leaned in close on the screen, holding their breath. Sam looked down and stabbed her pie a few times.

". . . maybe," she admitted.

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"Well, maybe I kind of like you too," Freddie said, looking over at her.

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"Don't you humor me, Benson."

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"I'm not humoring you," Freddie said, stepping closer to Sam. "I'm serious. And don't think it's just because I spent time not existing or anything like that. I actually like you, Sam Puckett. In that way."

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Sam looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. "Really?"

"Kiss him again!" Carly cheered. Spencer shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"Well," Sam said. "We know what Carly thinks about this."

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Freddie could have frozen with embarrassment. Instead, he decided it was only fair if he tried to initiate a kiss, since she'd started the first one.

And so he did just that.

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Well. It was only fair, after all. And this time, his hands weren't full of pies.

"Awww," said Carly with a big smile. Sam reached one hand back to wave her off, even as she continued to enjoy the kiss.