Chapter One
Wrestling, Singing, and Secrets
Carly's POV
"Iditot," she screamed.
"Oh I'm the idiot? Your the one that got a 34% on our last math test," he retorted.
"You're such a nub!"
"And you're a bonde headed demon!"
"Nerd!"
"Juvenile delinquent!"
"Fredward!"
"Don't say my name like it's an insult!"
"It is an insult. I just went up to Gibby the other day and called him Fredward. He started crying and ran away. I guess he thinks being called a name that belongs to a total dewb like you is so insulting to such a dewb like him that it made him cry."
Freddie glared daggers at her and clenched his fists.
"Hey, don't blame me, blame your mother. She named you."
"At least my middle name isn't Joy. Pretty funny for a girl thats hates everything, is depressed, and only finds "joy" in beating up people. Pretty pathetic I say."
Sam tried to hit him but he covered her fist with his hand blocking the hit. She growled and jumped forward and falling to the ground with him. She once again tried to hit him but he blocked it. She was sitting on his stomach, hands clasped with Freddie's, trying to push his hands to the ground. While the two struggled to beat each other I sat on a stool sipping ice tea from a straw. The two had been bickering for hours while Spencer worked on his sculptor made of chocolate and I just sat there and watched. A few years ago Freddie was much weaker and Sam could tackle him no problem but ever since Freddie's voice changed he had gotten a lot stronger thanks to all that fencing. Well it was about time to stop them. This had been going on long enough.
"GUYS! CUT IT OUT! YOU'VE BEEN GOING AT IT FOR HOURS!"
They ignored me and continued to roll around and trie to scratch each others eyes out. I sighed. This had all started as soon as Sam had walked in.
Flashback
"So I just wanted to check and see if the green screen on iCarly was....." Freddie said but stopped as soon as Sam barge in without knocking.
"Benson," Sam said.
"Puckett."
"Come to fix your little nerd tech stuff or did you just use that as an excuse to come over and talk to Carly?"
"I...I..."
"That's what I thought. That's just sad."
"Shut-it Sam."
"Don't tell me to shut-it Frednub."
"Stop calling me names!"
"I can't help it. It's just too much fun."
End of flashback
The two started bickering even since.
"I'd had enough! All those two ever did was bicker, bicker, bicker! Why couldn't they just get along," I thought as I got out my spray can of water.
I stop in front of the two bickering teens and started to spray water in their faces. They pulled apart and covered their faces.
"What the chizz Carly," Sam yelled.
"You two need to stop! Every time you guys are around each other you fight. For once can't you get along?"
"No," they both said in unison.
I sighed.
"Separate rooms. Now," I command.
Freddie trudged to the couch and Sam went to the fridge.
"Saaaaaaam."
"Chill! I'll get some ham and go up to the studio, God."
She grabbed a piece of meat wrapped in tin foil and head upstairs. I took in the silence and calmness of the place and started to relax.
"Finnally some piece and quiet," I though happily.
I decided that piece of meat wouldn't last long so me and Spencer started making spaghetti tacos while Freddie flipped through the channels mumbleing something about wanting to fix a green screen and flirt. A half hour later the tacos were done.
"Freddie," I called, "can you go upstairs and get Sam?"
He gave me the "do I have to?" look. I nodded he headed up stairs with a worriedexpression. Hopefully Sam wouldn't kill him.
Freddie's POV
I was walking down the hallway towards the studio when I heard siging. I looked through the glass door and spotted the back of Sam. She was dancing and singing.
"You hit me once. I hit you back. You gave a kick. I gave a slap. You smashed a plate over my head then I set fire to our bed. You hit me once, I hit you back. You gave a kick I gave a slap. You smashed a plate over my head then I set fire to our bed. My black eye casts no shadow. Your red eye sees nothing. Your slap don't stick, your kicks don't hit, so we remain the same. Love sticks, sweat drips, break the lock if it don't fit. A kick in the teeth is good for some. A kiss with a fist is better then none. A kiss with a fist is better then none. I broke your jaw once before. I spilled your blood across the floor. You broke my leg in return, so sit back and watch the bed burn. Love sticks, sweat drips, break the lock if it don't fit. A kick is good for some. A kiss with a fist is better then none. A kiss with a fist is-"
She stopped when she saw. She was frozen and bright red. I walked in and said what was on my mind.
"Uhhhhhh."
Suddenly her face went from red of embarrassment to red with anger. You pulled me by my callor towards her.
"You saw nothing," she hissed in my ear.
She let go and turned off the music that was coming form the laptop.
"You're good," I said.
She whirled around.
"Thanks."
"Um. What song were you singing?"
"Kiss with a fist by Florence and the machine."
"It kid of goes with us doesn't it? You know with the whole slapping and kicking thing."
She nodded.
"Except we've never ki- never mind. We kind of have."
We both stood their awkwardly remembering our first kiss. I cough.
"Yeah. Soooo. Um Spaghetti tacos are done."
"Okay. Let's go....eat taco's...of the spaghetti kind."
She walked out of teh room with me at her heel.
Sam's POV
That was kind of awkward. Freddie had seen me singing the song that I loved. It was one of my favorites because it reminded me of him. Us. He just brought out the devil in me. I coudn't be all sweet and nice so I beat him up to get his attention. I'd sworn long ago that I would never be like Melanie and the oppsit of her was well what I was now. Viscous and mean. I didn't know how to be anything else. Giving people the cold shoulder and being mean were all I could do.
I sighed, sat down, and devoured my taco. Carly sat on my right, Freddie on my left, and Spencer across from me.
If only I was Carly, then Freddie would love. HAHAHAHAHA! That would be the day you see Sam Puckett acting like, like...
"Yeah. Like she was all up in my grill. I told her she shouldn't do that and she was all like "don't tell me what to do. Oh and then during math I broke a nail! I mean right after I got a manicure! All the cheerleaders gasped and took me to the nurse but she said there wasn't anything she could do. So I went a whole 8 hours with a broken nail," Carly exclaimed.
....Like that.
"Well I'm done. Wanna watch girly cow with me Carls?"
She shook her head.
"I have to....help Freddie with his green screen thing-a-ma-jig."
They went p stairs leaving me with Spencer.
"Mwhahahaha! You'll never get me a live," he said in a high squeaky voice moving his taco around the plate. "Yes I will! Yum yum yum," he said in a deeper voice while sticking the taco in his mouth.
"Okaaaaay," I said getting up.
I decided I did not want to be in the same room with Spencer at this time so I headed up to the studio to see what Carly and teh nub where doing. Just as I was about to reach out for the door handle I heard some interesting things.
"And we don't tell Sam," I heard Freddie ask.
"No. It's best she doesn't know," Carly said.
"But you-"
"Said no secrects. Yeah, yeah. I know, but still. We don't tell her. I know she'll be mad if she found out we didn't tell her so keep your lips shut."
"Their sealed."
"Now just act normal. If she figures out about what happened last weekend....."
What were they talking about? What happen? Last weekend I went to a pageant in New York. Just what happened that would lead Carly, of all people, to secrecy?
So what ya think? I didn't really like this chapter. Should I continue or just delete this crap? Please comment/reveiw!
-Nikki Adams