I'm back, again. This is my first iCarly fic, and for some reason it seems a lot easier to write than Gossip Girl fics. Maybe it's the age thing. Whatever, this is total Creddie shipping, because they're like my iCarly version of Chair; TOTALLY SHIPPED. It's set before x-mas '09. Anyways, I hope you like it, and for all of my GG readers, I will update 'A Bass is Born' soon! (I got my pc privileges yanked for a couple of days -.-)

Disclaimer; iDon't own iCarly (:

Chapter One ; iDon't Like Freddie… I Think.

Carly paced back and forth across the studio, anxiously awaiting Sam and Freddie's arrival. iCarly would be starting soon, and both of them were late. Carly's mind started to wander to the fact that Sam and Freddie had once kissed, and she wondered if they were together, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind and shuddered at the mental images. A moment later, Sam Puckett appeared in the studio door, alone. Carly breathed a sigh of relief for both the fact that she'd shown up on time, and that she wasn't with Freddie.

"Hey Carls, what's shakin'" Sam said before taking a huge bite off of her fried chicken leg. Carly put on a partially fake smile.

"Just getting ready for the show, have you seen Freddie?" she asked. Then, as if on cue, Freddie Benson limped into the studio, clutching his side with one hand, and pressing his other palm to his forehead.

"Oh my god! Freddie, are you okay? What happened?" Carly asked, rushing over to him.

"Sam pushed me down the stairs!" he exclaimed.

"Sam! You pushed him down my stairs! How did I not hear that?" Carly wondered aloud.

"Because she didn't push me down your stairs, she pushed me down the building stairs, from the fifth floor!" Freddie answered. Carly gawked at Sam, calmly eating her chicken leg as if nothing had happened.

"Sam!" she exclaimed. Sam shrugged.

"The boy got between me and my fried chicken" she said. Freddie opened his mouth to say something, but Sam gave him a menacing look, and he shut it.

"You can't push Freddie down five flights of stairs just because he got between you and your fried chicken!" Carly said.

"Momma loves her chicken" Sam said.

"Okay guys, I'm fine, so can we get the show started?" Freddie said as he grabbed his camera, and turned on his computer.

"I'm with Fredweird" Sam agreed. Carly narrowed her eyes to slits.

"Fine, we have a show to do, but we're going to talk about this after" she said. Sam shrugged, and she and Carly took their places in front of the camera.

"5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."

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"Oh come on, you heard the geek, he's fine!" Sam exclaimed before she shoved a huge spoonful of chocolate pudding in her mouth. Carly snatched the bowl of pudding from Sam's hands, and put it back in the fridge. "Hey! What's with the pudding snatching?" Sam asked.

"What are you going to do? Push me down the stairs?" Carly asked in response. Sam looked at her, dumbfounded.

"Of course not Carls, you're not Freddie!" she said.

"Why is Freddie more pushable than me? You could have really hurt him!" Carly exclaimed. Sam looked at her stupidly, and then something seemed to dawn on her. "Don't look at me like you don't get it, you know how damaging pushing people down stairs can be!"

"Oh my god, you like Freddie!" Sam blurted. Carly's cheeks turned an astonishing shade of scarlet, and she tried to hide it by putting her head in her hands. "It's true, you like Fred-dork Benson!" Sam teased.

"I do not! I just don't think it's necessary that you push him down the stairs" Carly protested.

"Oh come on, we both know that the boy can take a beating, and you've never dragged on about me giving him one before, so you must like him. I just have one question, why the sudden change of heart?" Sam asked. Carly looked down at her lap.

"If I liked him, which I don't, it might be because I maybe saw him with his shirt off when he spilled juice on it last week" she said, keeping her eyes glued to her lap the whole time. Sam started laughing.

"I knew it! You like him!" she exclaimed.

"Okay, fine, maybe I like him a little, but he's been working out, Sam! He has a freaking six pack!" Carly admitted. "You can't tell him though!" she added when she saw the scheming look on Sam's face. Just then, Freddie came down the stairs.

"Can't tell who what?" he asked suspiciously. Carly quickly formed an excuse in her mind.

"She can't tell Spencer what I got him for Christmas!" she burst out.

"Okay…" Freddie said as he slung his laptop bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I bet he'll reeeeally like it" Sam said, knowing only Carly would know what she was really referring to. Carly shot her a look, and Sam gave her an innocent smile.

"Oh, well, I'm gonna go home before my mom comes over here looking for me" Freddie said, walking towards the door.

"Yes, please leave before psycho mom shows up" Sam said. Freddie gave her a nasty glare.

"Bye Carly," he said, his expression sweet once more, than the glare returned, "Sam" he bit out.

"Fredward" Sam mocked. Then, he was gone. His sweet smile lingered at the front of Carly's mind as she heard his door open and close across the hall, then, she snapped back to reality.

Sam was standing across from her, a maniacal look on her face, and a fat cake in her hand.

"You know how hard it's going to be for me to keep this a secret, right?" she said. Carly immediately knew where she was going with it.

"I'll give you fifty bucks to keep your mouth shut" she said. Sam smiled.

"Well, that would make it a lot easier"

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