Well this is my first story... so be nice, but be honest too... this is the prologue so thats why its so short... and please review!
And of course good old Dan and Nick owns iCarly.

Two teenagers stumbled into Groovy Smoothies, being pushed by an abrasive and impatient blonde girl. T-Bo, the server, looked up in surprise, only to roll his eyes in annoyance when he saw who it was. This kind of noisy disturbance could only be caused by a certain group of teenagers.

"Hurry up, Fredwina, before I have to 'help' you hurry," the blonde growled menacingly.

Freddie shot a sour look at her, combining both fear and irritation, and maybe even a hint of curiosity. He decided to take the bait. "I'm not the one who needs help, Sam."

He cringed, readying himself for the pain that would likely ensue from the wrath of the demonic blonde. The pain, however, did not come. Looking up, he discovered that Sam was no longer in his vicinity, but already standing at the counter, mentally scarring another innocent soul that had the misfortune to be standing between she and her desire.

Sighing, he looked back at Carly, who simply shrugged her shoulders.

These kind of skirmishes occurred quite often between the two friends, and Carly tended to smile inwardly at them. If the two of them were to stop their incessant fighting, who knows what could happen? But she doesn't worry, the likelihood of that is little, if any.

"Look! All I want is a Blueberry Blitz. Quit trying to sell me other things!" said a frustrated Sam.

"Sorry, all I said was that you should buy a pickle…" started T-Bo, before Sam grabbed him by the collar and yanked him halfway over the countertop.

"If you don't just give me my smoothie, I'm going to shove that pickle in places it doesn't belong!"

This caused T-Bo to wince as if already in pain, and simply handed her the foam cup.

Carly walked up behind Sam, "Tell him thank you." She grinned, knowing this would irritate Sam. On the other hand, she does need to learn some manners.

After the three had gotten their smoothies, they went to sit down at their usual table, but not before Sam attempted to trip Freddie.

"Sam…" Carly said exhaustedly.

"What," She asked, "His face annoyed me, so I thought if he fell on it, it would look better."

Freddie decided to ignore this little comment, and sat down, the others following.

Carly heaved out a heavy sigh. "Why did Grandad have to drag me with him while he's on vacation?" The elder Shay had decided to take Carly with him on his yearly trip to Florida, asserting that she needs to get out and see the world, instead of confining herself to Seattle. The prospect of visiting Florida rather excited Carly, but not when she is going with a killjoy such as Grandad.

"It can't be that bad." Freddie said after sucking down some of his smoothie.

Sam, somehow, had already finished hers, shaking the empty cup upside down. "I'm more worried about who I'm gonna steal food from!"

"You could always try to steal food from a hobo." Freddie retorted.

"Not after last time! Stupid hobo chased after me waving around a nasty rotten boot yelling, 'COME BACK HERE WITH MY SANDWICH YOU COMMIE!'. He almost caught me, too. He tripped over another hobo and either fell asleep or died." Freddie simply looked at her as if she were a freak of nature.

"Sam? Why would you steal from the homeless?" Carly asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Cause, Mama was hungry!" she said as both Carly and Freddie rolled their eyes.

"Of course," Carly resigned," Come on, I need you to help me get ready to go."

"Do I have to? Freddie's man enough… well boy enough to handle it himself."

"Sam…"

"Alright, but only if I get to eat before I leave."

"Sure, why not?" Carly said as she got up from the table. The three then headed for Bushwell Plaza.