Author's Note: This just came to me one day. I actually wrote a simpler version about a year ago, but I think I deleted it. Anyways, enough rambling from me. This is short, and there may be more sometime in the near future. Enjoy. Review please.

Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own iCarly or it's characters. I own my thoughts and my brain of course…

RANDOM SHOTS

Just a plate, sitting on top of Carly and Spencer's fridge.

She had put there for safe keeping, because her best friends were fighting, violently. When all three of them were a couple of years younger than what they were now, Sam and Freddie HATED each other immensely. They would kick, punch, slap, hit and pinch one another till Sam saw Freddie bleeding or bruised. When they weren't fighting physically, they would argue with spite, anger and bitter tension.

One day Carly saw them knock into an old book shelf, which held that same plate, and it was teetering on the edge. Afraid it was going to be damaged by her two feisty friends, she asked her older brother, Spencer, to put it on top of the fridge. There it stayed. Until a couple of years later…

"Sam! I have to drive Spencer to the art gallery," called out Carly, grabbing a jacket from the coat rack.

"Why?" Sam exclaimed, suddenly loudly.

"Yeah, why?" Freddie chimed in.

"You know how he is with parking…"

"Oh, right," agreed her friends simultaneously but then glared at one another.

"Don't kill each other, or destroy the house while I'm gone."

"Carls, come on," said Sam, walking across the room to her best friend. "How long have you known me?"

"My point exactly."

Freddie snickered, and Sam shot him a dirty look so he stopped. Those two had changed somewhat dramatically, thought Carly, as she waved to both of them and closed the door on her apartment. She hoped that it would look exactly like she had left it when coming back with her brother.

The apartment was quiet now, and the silence was annoying Sam to no end. See, usually what would happen is she would slap Freddie in the face and he would yell at her to stop. This time, it was different.

Just because they were secretly dating, every once in a while, the fighting didn't stop, and nor did the blonde's behavior. Freddie wasn't complaining though. Deep down he loved the way she'd call him a "nerd" and then pin him to the floor, so he couldn't stand up until he'd surprise her with a 'strictly nasal' kiss.

"Carly's gone," commented the boy, quickly breaking the awkwardness.

"No chiz," agreed Sam. "I'm hungry, make me a sandwich Freddenstein."

"Go make it yourself Puckett!"

Her eyes narrowed, and raised a hand slowly, which always meant danger. Always.

"Okay, okay," replied Freddie, weakly giving in once again. "I'll go."

"I'll come with."

This wasn't uncommon for Sam to say this though. She and he were becoming "co-dependent" but somehow managed to avoid it while they were around Carly. Co-dependent is when both people in the same relationship, cannot live without being around each other. Yup. That was Freddie Benson and Sam Puckett.

The kitchen was one of the girl's favorite places in the world, and her friends knew that all too well.

"Say, Benson," said Samantha, slyly. "Carly's not here."

"Yeah, we established that Sam."

"Uh huh," hinted the blonde. "Carly. Isn't. Here."

With each word spoken, she took a step closer to him, winding her arm around his waist tightly, and reached up to kiss the back of his neck. This wasn't unusual behavior for her to do so.

The boy sighed in defeat, like he always did and left his sandwich making, turning around, catching Sam off guard for once. His mouth gravitated toward hers and he backed her into a fridge behind them. There was a huge C R A S H ! Sam and Freddie broke apart, and both saw the evidence of their short but intense make-out session.

"Oops," said Sam, quietly. "Perhaps this better be another little secret for us to keep…"

"Carly didn't like that plate anyway," agreed Freddie.

"Who keeps stuff like that on top a fridge anyway?"

"Umm… Carly does?"

"You dork," says the girl, but she's grinning widely. "Now, get over here and finish what you started."

The nerd and bully, the cat and mouse, the chalk and cheese. It was possible yet impossible at the same time. That was just their whole friendship dynamic though. Complicated yet simple.

And isn't it ironic that the plate broke because of them anyway?