Hey guys! It's me again! So, because my last story was a great success (Bribary with beef) , I thought I'd write a little more Seddie for all you lovely people. ;)

So, basically Sam gets a dog. Read more to find out what happens. ;)

Pairing - Seddie (Obviously!)

Rating - K+

Summary - When Sam gets a dog that proves the saying "strong but powerful" and proves to be an issue with her everyday routines of life, can Freddie help her gain control over her chaotic companion?

3rd peson - All seeing P.O.V

Sam stomped down the street, iritation evident on her face and the clouds, always bad on timing, had decided to open up, casting a shadowy downpour over the somewhat depressed teenager, taunting her to give up but she didn't seem to care. In fact, it looked as if she hadn't even noticed the rain as it tumbled from the sky, obnoxiously drenching everything in it's path.

She stumbled clumsily into Bushwell Plaza and groaned dramatically.

"Rain, you know I love you for giving my mom a free shower every now and then, but seriously? I'm drenched!" Sam muttered to herself, her fingers grabbing the bottom of her shirt and wringing it all over the floor. As if on cue, a loud, high pitched screech came from the counter and made Sam jump slightly, even though she should have expected it by now.

"I just mopped this floor!" Lewbert squeeled like an immature girl not getting what she wanted. He approached her, his arms out stretched and his mouth agape stupidly while he stared at the floor, every now and again a throaty exclamation jumping out of his throat.

"It's your job to mop it! So do your job, Lube!" Sam retorted and without another word, she barged past him and darted up the stairs.

"IT'S LEWBERT!" The disgusting doorman screamed after her as she flew up the stairs neatly.

Sam simply ignored him and let his enraged shouts fade away as she progressed further up the stairs. Before she knew it, she came to a stop in front of her best friends' door. Carly's door. Before going in, Sam suddenly rolled her sleeve up and fingered her latest scratch on her wrist with a gentle scrape, a frown visible on her face. Covering it once more, she walked into Carly's apartment, climbed the stairs, wandered into the studio and plonked herself between a chatting Carly and a listening Freddie.

"Hey Carls. What up Freducation?" Sam greeted, even putting on a special voice for Freddie's!

"Hey Sam." Carly and Freddie returned, inviting smiles set on their faces.

"Freducation?" Freddie scoffed and turned his head to look at her, but an amused smile played on his features, as his dark brown eyes twinkled at her with both confusion and amusement.

"Freducation." Sam repeated, nodding her head in confirmation with a look that said "Yes. Yes I did just say that."

"Well ... It's a new one." Freddie thought aloud, his smile remaining as he placed his hands on his knee's. Sam turned to Carly, and watched her tap at her pear- pad.

"Whatcha doing Carls?" She asked.

"Viewing the top ten cutest animal pictureson the net." She replied with a loving smile as she scrolled through the results, "Awww"- ing at certain pictures.

"Cool. What's in top?" Sam quizzed, curiosity getting the best of her, as she peered round the edge of the pear-pad, interest sparking in her eyes.

"Umm ... Just a sec." Carly told her as she typed buttons on her screen. "AWWWW!" she suddenly exclaimed, unsettling Freddie as he looked up at her with a slightly weary look.

Sam looked and had to bite her lip to restrain herself from cooing!

"Look how small he is!" Carly giggled, stroking her pear-pad as if it were there in front of her.

"Kinda common though" Sam said, as she looked at the tiny kitten peering cutely over the edge of a coffee cup. "Wouldn't you have rather seen a chicken stuffed into a pie or something?" Carly just looked at Sam, unblinking and silent. "No?" Sam asked again.

"Nope." Carly spoke, her eyebrowsfurrowed as she shook her head.

"Let me look!" Freddie suddenly chipped in, a curious look on his face. He crawled across the beanbags but was stopped by Sam's hand. Rolling his eyes, he muttered "What now Sam?"

"Ah ah ah" She smirked, wagging a finger. "Nubs' have to wait in line to see awesome things."

"What line?" Freddie questioned, confusion and annoyance splashing onto his face.

Sam signaled behind her and Freddie rolled his eyes yet again.

"Besides, he's not as cute as Meatloaf." Sam non- chalently remarked, drawing her hand back from Freddie's forehead when she saw that she had gotton his attention.

"Meatloaf?" He asked, his eyebrows slightly raised and his fingers spread across the bean-bags they were sat on. Sam nodded, her face unsure, as if she didn't comprehend why it was such a silly comment to make.

"Yeah. My dog." Sam clarifyed proudly.

"Awww, you didn't tell me you had a dog. Why didn't you tell me?" Carly interupted Freddie from asking his next question as she smiled at Sam with a peppy smile.

"I just got him yesterday." Sam answered, her hands moving slightly as she talked.

"You named your dog 'Meatloaf'?" Freddie shook his head breifly, dis-belief in his tone and his eyebrows knitted together froming a straight line of pure question.

"Yep. Geez, anymore questions?" Sam demanded lightly, shooting a "Shut your mouth" kind of look.

"Maybe..." Freddie smirked, his hand brushing Sam's as he grinned at her, confidently and surely. Sam yanked her hand away and flicked him on the head and although Freddie hissed in pain, he couldn't help but grin as he knew that he, Freddie Benson, had made Sam uncomfortable!

"So, is he hard to look after?" Carly pryed on, batting her eyelashes at Sam as she silently begged for more information. Sam laughed and patted her on the shoulder.

"Pffft ... No." Sam lied, but neither Carly nor Freddie believed her.

"Sam!"

"Maybe." She corrected herself, her fingers going to her knee's as she wrapped her fingers around them. "It's just that he takes alot of time out of my life. And steals my bed covers on a night. And once peed in my closet. Basically, he's a nightmare..." She admitted, looking down in slight embarrassment as to the fact that she could keep Freddie under control,(In HER control!) but she was failing at keping a small, kind of dumb puppy under control...

"Awww, is Sam having trouble looking after a mindless puppy dog?" Freddie mock- cooed. Sam turned around and delivered him a flat look.

"Watch it Fredward! Besides, he's probably smarter than you." She growled defensivly. "And speaking of Meatloaf, I should probably get back home so I can feed and walk him." Sam thought, as if she was recalling some distant memory that she couldn't quite place.

"Oh my God! Sam. Actually being responsible?" Freddie exclaimed, pulling a fake suprised face with his hands over either side of his face and Carly laughed at him. But Sam didn't...

" Hmmm ... Y'know, with a mouth that big, I'm starting to think it's just laziness. That's why you don't come up with cool comebacks for me. Or is it because you can't Fredichini" Sam sarcastically smiled, as she tapped him on the head like she would Meatloaf.

"Fine! I want to see this dog of yours Puckett. That is, if it's not dead." Freddie smirked and Sam sneered at him, narrowing her eyes into thin, venomous slits that could make any sane person flee for their very lives! But it seemed that Freddie was temporarily insane by even thinking about going against Sam. Even considering it could be a fully grown mans last mistake!

"Meatloaf is alive!" She burst out, grabbing Freddie's wrist and yanking him out of his seat. "See ya Carls!" Sam called before she rounded the corner.

"Uhh ... Bye Carly!" Freddie shouted after he found himself being dragged from the iCarly studio without so much as a chance to even start to say goodbye! He didn't hear a reply, just a small giggle. He growled to himself. What was so funny?

"Sooo ... Where are you taking me Princess Puckett?" Freddie teased, his face coated with an enjoyable smirk, like chocolate on a cake. The sun blinded the pair as they started down the street. The bird were singing unusually loudly as they made their way down the street.

"To my house, Dummy!" Sam snapped icily, her grip around his wrist tightening ever so slightly.

"Why?" He asked, serious-ness returning to his eyes and actions, even though you couldn't exactly take him seriously when he was being dragged by a girl down the streets of Seattle!

"To see Meatloaf" She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world but her back still remained to him.

What? He'd only been teasing! Although seeing her handle the dog could be both interesting and humourous...

Ok, to see Meatloaf it was!

Sooooo? How do you like? Don't worry! This is a two-shot, and so it obviously doesn't stop there! Part two will be up VERRRRRYYY soon! I promise. In fact, maybe also today, if people like it! Sooo ... Review? 3

Please, like I always say, only complain about MAJOR spelling mistakes. But I don't mind at all if you point them out. Just please don't tell me there's lots because then I don't know what I spelt wrong and it doesn't really help. But I'm open for CONSTUCTIVE critism! :)

And if you liked this, like I said up above, you COULD (It's just a suggestion!) check out Bribary with beef and simply Seddie, but I was a year younger when I wrote SS so, it might be not quite as good as my more recent works. But we all start somewhere so ... Yeah, just a quick reminder.

Anyways, Hope you enjoyed!

~Jess~