A/N: This is my first iCarly fanfic, so it might be a lot like Rocky Road Ice cream. Some clumps and lumps all contained in a smooth ice cream. Right, so now that I am done with the ice cream analogy, let's continue shall we, folks?

Disclaimer: I Do not own iCarly or Carly, or Sam, or Freddie, or ham. Actually, I do have some ham in the refrigerator, but that is beside the point.

Summary: Sam gets tired of Rueben and pretends to date Freddie to get him off her back. At least, they think it's all pretend, until they actually start to get along for real. (Seddie)

Chapter 1- Carly's Offer

Carly and Sam jump up and down, getting hyped up for the show.

"In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." Freddie counts down.

"Hey people!" Carly and Sam sing together.

"I'm Carly."

"And I'm Sam."

"And you're watching iCarly!" Carly announces. "Because if you're not sure, then why would you be on our website anyways?"

"That would mean you're a doof." Sam says simply. "Like that doof behind the camera." She points in Freddie's direction.
Freddie scowls, his eyebrows pulling together. "You know what, Sam?"
"Did the doof say something?" Sam says in a cooing voice.

"Sam, cut it out." Carly sighs, and launches back into their show. "Last week we asked you, 'Would you rather see Sam wearing a moose hat and eating pie within 30 seconds, or see me doing jumping jacks while I say the five fatest president's names backwards?'"

Sam opens an envelope, and says with a flourish, "And the winner is 'Sam wearing a moose hat and eating pie!' While we wait for Carly's brother Spencer to bake this pie, we will-"
"Take a short break." Carly interjects nevously. Both Sam and Freddie wear surprise on their faces, but Freddie turns off his camera.

"What wrong, Carls?" Sam asks, half angry, half worried.

"Yeah, we've never stopped in the middle of a show before. We were going to do the balloon skit next." Freddie complains. Then he immediately looks sorry, "Of course, Carly, if you want to take a break, I don't mind."

"There you go again, sucking up to her-"

"I'm not 'sucking up to her' Sam-"

"She'll never love you, why can't you just get a life-"

"I have a life!"

"Oh, yeah, I heard your mom still takes you to Color-Me-Pot-"

"Enough!" Carly cries, and they both shut up. "That's why I stopped the show, because you both are constantly down each other's throats. Can't you pretend you like each other, just for the rest of the show?"
"I can't even pretend to like Freddie."
"That's because you aren't the least bit creative-"

"So what, Carly is?"
"I never said that, but yes, I think-"

"Guys!" Carly exclaims. "Back up. Take a deep breath, and just shut your pie holes."

Both of them stare at her because she isn't usually this blunt.

"Did someone say 'Pie'?" Spencer says, waltzing out the elevator with a steaming blueberry pie in his arms.

"Wow that smells great!" Sam says, snapping back into reality.

Freddie grumbles.

"I just wish that you guys could just get along."
Sam and Freddie raise their eyebrows at each other.

"I wouldn't plan on that, Carls."
"I don't think that's even possible."

Carly lets loose a sigh of frustration, "If you could at least try, I would appreciate it very, very much. And I'd take you both to Groovy Smoothies."

Sam and Freddie give each other a long stare.

"I'll try." Sam says finally.

"I'm in." Freddie says.

Carly turns back to Freddie. "OK, let's get this show on the road."

"And this pie in my mouth, I'm starving!" Sam says, a smile spreading on her face.