Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I don't think i can handle such awesome-ness :)

Just a whee summary:

Now we all know Sam and Freddie's got that unsaid 'thing' between them, now whether they choose to act on it, or ignore it (like they always do due to their stubborn banter nature), something's bound to happen right?

(Carly's POV)

It was a breezy Saturday in Bushwell Apartment, Seattle. I was huddled up on the couch watching old re-runs of Girly cow when Freddie entered, directing his walk towards our pear-screen to switch some cables.

"I seriously don't understand how one small cartoon show can make you come home ritually to watch it." Freddie commented as he turned from the computer to face me.

I turned to face him. How dare he insult Girly Cow like that?

"Excuse me, but it happens to be an excellent portrayal of a cow experiencing teenage life!" I grabbed my peppy cola drink from the table and gulped it down.

Freddie shrugged casually before swinging back to the screen. It was his weekend ritual to come and update our server, the site and edit things- like the Captain Techno of SS iCarly.

The apartment was so still and quiet, it actually brought out the faint sound of the apartment's generator. Spencer was off doing his shenanigans with Socko, as I quoted when Freddie entered and my lovable best friend was off handling some odd situation with her mother.

(Freddie's POV)

I continued to stare at the pear screen as the last bit of the webisode flashed. We had our pathetic plays, random debates and Gibby's doctor lobster bit last night. It was hilarious, when Gibby ran out in pain just because Sam deleted his cat pictures from his pearpad.

I could honestly remember when we first started their little show to showcase Ridgeway's odd talents. I had a baby face, small sized and all the other definition of Sam's "dork". I couldn't blame her for calling me names and putting me down when we were younger.

But I guess time gave us the chance to be friends, and though the blonde headed demon refuses to admit, we're alright. Some days our banter would be so loud and ridiculous that once Lewbert actually paid us ten bucks to shut up. And other days, we would act like civil best friends.

There had been times where we would hang out together when Carly was off with one of her numerous dates or just visiting her Granddad in Yakima. Sam and I would just sit together on the Shay's couch.

Spencer always had the trouble maintaining the door locked.

I would mechanically turn on the TV and turn to whatever wrestling match they had on season, or some action/thriller movie, while Sam raided the Shay's kitchen for all things bacon or ham. It's happened so many times that I would even consider it a regular thing with ourselves.

But during those times where we would be themselves and sit down watching bulky men pummel their opponents or some gory horror film; we just laughed and talked. Such as things we had in common, our hate of Ms Briggs and Mr Howard, iCarly, the possibility of Gibby being a potato mermaid.

The door rattled a bit and there stood Sam dressed in a striped T-shirt, jeans and a fur vest. Her messy blonde curls covered most of her face.

"Carly! You'll never guess what chiz just happened over at my house!" Sam hastily walked in with a sandwich in her hand, plopping her small self on the couch.

I turned the high-chair around to face her. Something inside of me stirred as he looked as his blonde-headed demon of a best friend.

I wondered deeper as she brought up her story to Carly. But something in my guts stopped me, sure I caught a few words- Lewbert, her mom and a fat hairy hobo.

Golden curls, sharp blue eyes, gosh dammit; hang on, I'm only supposed to be breathless when she punches me in the guts.

"So that's how my mom actually got to clean the house. I'll be at the fridge" Sam finished off her sentence and automatically walked to the fridge to satisfy her never-ending cravings for food.

It wasn't wrong for him to stare at his best friend like that, would he? I mean compared to all the times he was mesmerized by Carly's perfect brunette hair and doll-like features. He chanted to himself, this is normal. It is normal to stare at your girl best friends.

"Oh my goodness! Did you hear from Wendy that Brianna and-" Looking up and realising Carly was going into full-blown gossip mode with Sam, he didn't want to be part of it. There's only that much a guy can take with two girl best friends.

"Hey Carls, I'd be heading up, need to update our server to a new upgrade on the iCarly site." He huffed as he walked up the stairs, running his hand through his hair.

Halfway up, he heard a faint "Ok" from Carly.

(Sam's POV)

"What's with Freddork just now? He seemed so distant when I arrived here. Did something happen with his mom?" I said with a hint of worry.

Luckily Carly wasn't that good of an observer to notice my part voice of concern.

"No, when he came here, he was just looking through the web." Carly said casually as she went to the kitchen to pour herself some diet cola.

Normally if Freddie was disappointed or glum, I would have just laugh it off and instantly made a snide remark that would cause him to rebut back, calling each other names like 'stupid' and 'crazy'.

But yeah, I've toned down a bit, but that doesn't mean he doesn't run away from this so called game we're playing. When I entered, he didn't even acknowledge my existence at all. Something must have happened. He is too nice most of the time to ignore people.

I had denied much feelings towards him ever since our first kiss. I actually never thought that we would actually progress to becoming friends, let alone best friends.

But something was very different with Freddie. Sure we didn't get along at first, as time progresses; we obviously had a strong love-hate relationship going on, not that I was to admit it out loud.

I liked the way we argued through almost anything possible, the way we arm-wrestled mindlessly and debated the weirdest of topics. I got up and headed for the apartment.

Creeping up against the transparent door, I bit my lip. Time for the dork to get another one of Puckett's brilliant blows.

Crouching down on the floor of the studio, I saw Fredward staring at the screen of his laptop, sitting on the red beanbag chair. I quietly turned the knob of the door and brought myself into the studio. It was time to place my invisible ninja skills to test.

It's easy now that I've got experience. I mean the best was that I managed to steal Gibby's wallet in a blink of an eye when he was walking to class. He still thinks that some magical creature took it.

I hid behind his tech-cart.

Carefully, I tiptoed and snuck up behind Freddie and took a small glance at the screen.

With one blow, I used all my force and pushed him at the back, causing him to startle and fidget.

(Freddie's POV)

As I got to the studio, I threw myself on the giant coloured beanbags next to my tech-cart. I honestly don't know how to deal with all these conflicting emotions.

Is it possible that I like Sam? Is me just now staring at her mindlessly, absorbing her features, consider a possibility towards my liking of her?

Among the great silence of the studio, I felt a great blow at the back of my spine. My heart was suddenly pumping with blood and my head rushed with feeling as I fell of the beanbag chair.

In a second when I fell off and on to the hard forgiving floor, I heard laughter. Sam. Yep.

My best friend who thinks that causing pain and discomfort to a friend is one way that she shows affection and care; a smile plastered on my face for some odd reason as I tried to push myself up to face her.

Groaning, I flipped myself around to find Sam laughing her head off. Typical Sam. Lately, I was never angry with her physically abusing me. I've definitely gotten use to her blows and that I've been stronger over the months. It's been our banter to kick and cause physical discomfort.

My legs got twisted as I turned to face her, in an instance, gravity wasn't kind to her and she fell.

Her body slammed (somehow) on my chest, and her arms on both sides of me. Oh.

An instant thought popped blonde curls sprawled onto my chest and on my neck.

In the few milliseconds of her unable to regain her balance, strawberries and vanilla; the scent triggered butterfly stirrings in me.

I never knew her hair would smell like that. It was rather pleasant, compared to Carly's invigorating herbal shampoo that seems to contain the weirdest of ingredients.

I felt instant warmth enveloping me. This had definitely got to be the closest of contact both of us had. I had a tingly feeling, like little bolts of electricity run through my veins the whole time she was supposedly pressed against me.

Sam finally regained her composure and used both her hands to lift herself up.

(Sam's POV)

Oh chiz. I fell on the nub. Thanks a lot gravity.

As I finally gained my balance and tried to lift myself up, I met the chocolate eyes of the dork.

Damn. He isn't a dork. Ok he still is, but he's look better than before. And the dork's got some arm muscle. And I thought he just wore a tight shirt to annoy me.

I started to ponder as I stared into his eyes. Cinnamon and detergent; somehow that scent seemed to please me in some weird-twisted way.

I felt that same tingly warm sensation through me as we made contact, unfortunately.

Just like our first kiss. Look at me, going all soft on him.

Not wanting to dawn on this increasing tension, I quickly avoided those big brown eyes of his; propelling myself up, trying to shake off as much discomfort.

I got on my legs and stood still. Somehow the floor looked really interesting right now. I was just about to escape from the awkward silence, when I turned my head and saw Freddie get up.

My heart pumped so hard. I swiftly headed for the red and transparent door and walked out of the studio.

(Freddie's POV)

I think I might have freaked her out and I felt like such an idiot staring at her like that.

We were both so silent that I swore I could hear Carly talking to Spencer. The tension was killing me. But yet I couldn't stop thinking about it. My heart, I couldn't explain what was going on.

I really might be falling for her after all.

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