I Have a Questionable Ringtone

A Seddie One-Shot in Sam's P.O.V.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own iCarly, but I DO own this very festive Christmas mug sitting beside me.

Why hasn't he called yet?! He was supposed to call twenty minutes ago! Okay, Sam, don't freak. Why do you care anyway? He's a dork. A cute dork! Wait, no stop!!!!

"Sam!"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with you? You've been quiet for the past twenty minutes."

"Oh, well it must've been.................my.............temporary muteness! Yeah that works!"

"Sam." My brunette best friend stared at me, knowingly. "there's no such thing as temporary muteness!"

"You don't know that! It could be a very life-threatening illness."

Carly rolled her eyes at me and giggled. "You're waiting for something, aren't you?"

"Noooooooo................"

Just then, my phone started to ring.

'Baby is a bad boy

With some retro sneakers

Let's go see the Killers

And makeout in the bleachers

I like you a lot, lot

Think you're really hot, hot'

I swiftly silenced my phone, just not soon enough. Now I kinda wish Freddie hadn't called.

"Aren't you gonna answer the phone?"

"Nah. I'll talk to them later."

Again, the phone started to ring. Darn phone! Shut up!

"Okay, who's calling, Sam?"

"N-no one."

Carly was fast. She grabbed my phone and checked the missed calls section. Luckily, I pounced on her. If only I were a split-second ahead!

"Freddie was calling?!?!"

"No!......................Yeah."

"But why is his ring tone B-....................You like him!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"So what if I do?"

"Awwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! You DO like him!!!!!!! How sweet! Wait 'til I tell him!"

"No Carly! Please don't tell him!"

The door to Carly's apartment slammed. I froze.

"Tell who what?"

I turned to see the big, soft brown eyes of Freddie Benson staring back at me.

"Nothing. Forget it." I could always count on Carly.

"Anyway, Sam I called you twice. Why didn't you answer?"

"I was in the middle of something." I glared at Carly. She responded with a short, guilty laugh.

"Okay, well we need to start on our homework."

"Wait." He turned.

"Where's my ham?"

He groaned and drug the delectable meat out of his backpack then threw it at me. "There."

"Thank You."

Freddie crossed the hall to his apartment, but before I could follow him, Carly stopped me.

"You're doing homework with him?"

"I'll probably just draw on his hands."

"You must really like him."

"I figure getting to muss his hair and flick his forehead is worth doing our dreaded homework."

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Carly's P.O.V.

She sure has a weird way of showing affection.

So, how you like it? I know, it was pretty stupid, but the top 4 contestants on So You Think You Can Dance: Season 5 did a routine to Boys Boys Boys by Lady Gaga. I had to get it out of my head. Also, Sam was pretty OOC. Sorry about that. It's hard to capture Sam's character. Now, if you would ever so kindly press the pretty green and gray review button, I will give you a cookie. Oh yeah. I forgot I ate the cookie. Whoops! Review anyway.