A/N: So last night I had a great line in my head. Like I thought, "Oh this line would be great in a Seddie story. I better remember it." BUT LO AND BEHOLD.. I forgot it. Now it's just killing me so I decided to write a Seddie story and maybe it'll come to me! If not, I'll come up with something better. Just FYI, I've stopped with my first and only story (a Loliver); I'm not feeling it. There was only a chapter though so it's k. Sorry to anyone who actually liked it. Anyways, I don't even have a plot idea as of now so I'm just going to write whatever comes to my mind. I'd rather have a really thought-out plot that's really creative and smart, but my brain's incapable of doing that right now. Mmk yah try your best to enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Carly Shay loved her two best friends dearly, but some days she just couldn't stand them. Today was one of those days.
"Sam! Why do you have to be like that?" Freddie was yelling, slamming his drink down on the kitchen table.
"It's who I am, Freddie. It's what I do! I may not be perfect, but at least I'm not you!" Sam retorted, and slammed her glass down with more force, causing blue kool-aid to splash on Freddie's polo shirt. He gaped at her and motioned his hand at the stain, as to say, "Do you see what you've done? Do you know what my mom will do to me because of this?" Carly chuckled and the bickering duo looked at her, having forgotten she was there.
"Sorry, I liked your rhyme, Sam," she said innocently. Sam smirked and turned her attention back to Freddie.
"You hear that, Fredward? Carly likes my rhyme. You know what she doesn't like? You," Sam said smugly. She took every opportunity to point this out to him. Why? The reason was still unclear to her. She just knew that the sight of him drooling over her best friend was sickening.
"That was uncalled for!" Freddie shouted. He wished he could think of better comebacks. Before he even got the chance to make up a slightly not-lame one, Sam's cell phone rang. She put her hand out so to silence him as she took the call.
"What's up? Oh, hey man. I'm just peachy, how are you doing? Good. So what'cha need?" Carly and Freddie glanced at each other, wondering who Sam could be talking to. They both shrugged at sat down.
"Really?! Dude, that's sweet! Yeah, sure I can! I'll so be there. Cool. Thanks, Luke," she hung up and joined her friends at the table.
"Who's Luke?" Carly asked in a sort of sing-song voice. Freddie rolled his eyes, but Sam smiled.
"He's my cousin. He called to invite me to his place at the Lake of the Ozarks. You know, in Missouri," she answered.
"You have a cousin who owns a lake place? Did he steal it?" Carly questioned. Again, Sam grinned.
"Yeah…" she began, but Freddie interrupted her with a loud snort. She glared at him, making him squirm in his seat.
"If the pig is done, I'll continue. So yeah, he owns a place. But no, he did not steal it. He's one of the last remaining people in my family that haven't gone to jail," she said.
"You must be so proud!" Carly said jokingly.
"You bet I am! And he's inviting me up this weekend, which makes me not only proud of him, but love him!" Sam exclaimed. Out of nowhere, Carly jumped up from her chair. It was so sudden it made Sam and Freddie jump out of their's a little bit, too.
"What?" Freddie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Sam, would Luke let you bring your friends with you?" Carly asked rather hurriedly.
"I-I don't know. I mean, I don't see why not. He's pretty flexible, and he shouldn't worry about you trashing his condo. Why, wanna come with?" she replied.
"Well, yeah! But not just because of the boating and jet-skiing and stuff… I had an idea," Carly said slowly.
"What kind of idea are we talking?" Sam asked, interested.
"We could shoot iCarly from the Lake of the Ozarks! There's got to be some awesome stuff we could do down there. Don't you think the viewers would like that? I know I would," she answered, excited. Freddie's face lit up, and so did Sam's.
"Dude, yes! I'm gonna call Luke and ask him if you can come," she said, reaching in her pocket for her phone.
"Wait, Sam," Carly said, sitting back down, "by 'you', you mean me and Freddie, right?" She waited expectantly.
"No, I meant you. Why would I want that to come?" she nodded her head towards Freddie, who looked deeply offended.
"Hey, you need me to shoot iCarly!" he pointed out. Sam folded her arms across her chest, not wanting to admit he was right. If there was anything she hated more than Mrs. Briggs and not having ham, it was being wrong. Especially when being wrong meant Freddie was right.
"Come on, Sam. You tolerate him here, what's the difference if you're tolerating him there?" Carly made sense, and that bothered Sam even more. However, she couldn't deny the facts right in front of her.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and whipped out her phone. It wasn't Freddie coming that irked her, it was that he won and she lost. On second though, she decided that she didn't even care that he won. Sam Puckett simply didn't lose.
A/N: Okayyy.. I kinda actually like it more than I thought I would! Hopefully you did too. If you did, LET ME KNOW! I'm definitely going to continue this one. It's not great but it's my first Seddie story so I'm likin writing it. If you have any suggestions, tell me. Thanks a bunches ;)