Here's a little one-shot that I wrote a little while ago… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: iCarly belongs to me, as does Facebook, twitter and myspace-Yeah right, I have to keep dreaming for that to happen…

Ripping and Crushing On Guys

The blonde headed demon and the brunette headed dork had a style all their very own. Everyone knew it but them, which drove their best friend Carly, her older brother Spencer and their good friend Gibby insane.

It was an average day in Seattle. Rainy… Sam and Freddie fighting…

"Sam!" Freddie yelled, storming into the Shay's apartment.

"What dork?" the girl replied, lazily.

"Don't you 'what' me!"

"Sorry!"

"Why did you put shaving cream all over the mirror?"

"Huh? I never put…. Ohh…. That…"

"You clean it off, right now!"

"No, I don't think I will."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm. Not. Cleaning. It."

"I hate you!"

"Ditto."

"Ditto?"

"Yeah, it means, 'same here'… The hatred is mutual here dude."

"I think I know that already…"

"…you're so dumb…"

"What?"

"You're. So. Dumb."

"I'm actually quite smart…"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No. You're not."

"I am!"

"Not!"

"Am!"

"Not!"

"Am am am am am!"

"Not, not, not, not, not!"

"I am smart, Sam!"

"If you're so smart, why didn't you notice the huge crush I had on you?"

There was a moment that was dead silence as the boy slowly began to register what had been said. He looked at Sam and he may as well of had a question mark placed above his head.

"Wait, wait… what?"

"Whatever,"

"No, hold on a minute Sam. You had a crush on me? But you always picked on me…"

"Hence why I say you're so stupid."

"I am so confused right now!"

" 'When a girl constantly rips on a guy, it usually means they have a crush on him' "

"Oh… But you said you didn't."

"I never said that. Did you hear me say 'no, I don't?' "

"Umm, no. You replied with 'I wasn't ripping on a guy, I was ripping on you…' waaaaaait…."

"Bingo."

"Do you still have that crush on me, then?"

"Pfft, don't flatter yourself, geek boy!"

"I just wanted to know… for future reference."

"…and who says you're gonna be part of my future?"

"I didn't mean…"

"I know what you meant. I'm telling you, me and you don't have a future together."

"Why is that, oh great Puckett?"

"Because we hate each other, correct?"

"Yeah… so?"

"So, if we hate each other, wouldn't we do whatever was humanly possible to stay away from one another?"

"I guess. Wow. You're intelligent when you want to be, Sam."

"Don't forget it, Fredward!"

"Worry not, princess, I never forget."

"I never worry."

"I noticed that."

"What else do you notice?"

"You're still in love with Carly."

"Why is that a problem?"

"Because, as I keep telling you, Carly Shay will never love you."

"But she does…"

"She so doesn't and never will either."

"She loves me like a friend would."

"…and I hate you like a friend doesn't."

"Granted."

"What's granted?"

"That you hate me…"

"Duh. Moron. I thought you were the smart one."

"…because we both know what we really mean, when we say 'I hate you' to one another."

"Are you insinuating something, Benson?"

"Ooh, big word, for such a short stack."

"Hey! I'm not short!"

The girl punches Freddie's shoulder harshly, just like she always does.

"Ouch! You don't have to hit me!" Freddie retorts, half annoyed.

"Oh, but I do," smiles Sam, half sweetly and half devilishly.

"Don't."

"Do."

"You don't!"

"I do!"

"Okay, okay… there's no winning here, is there?"

"No point in trying to defeat mama. She bites back, hard."

"Oh, I know that. From experience."

"Huh? Ohh… that…"

"Yeah…"

"Wipe that grin off your mug, dude. We were both drunk and so out of it!"

"Whose fault was that, hmm?"

Sam's head lowers, so her eyes are focusing on the floor before her. Freddie is smirking, as if he was winning something important.

"Mine." she answers, in a whisper.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"Mine, okay?"

"It was a fun night, anyway."

"Benson… don't make me hurt you again."

"Puckett… I wouldn't miss it for the world."

And that's the truth of Sam and Freddie's relationship. They're crushing on each other but they barely recognize that fact because they're too busy ripping on one another.

Maybe one day they'll see what everyone else around them sees. Maybe.