I'm going to write a story including the majority of the episodes of iCarly and rewriting them to suit Freddie/Sam moments of cuteness! Starting with…
iWant More Viewers
"Carly!" Spencer calls his sister's name. Carly runs downstairs to where Spencer is.
"What is it?" She asks, out of breath from running.
"I have an idea on how you can get more viewers!" He exclaims.
Carly grins. "Tell me!" She says.
"Since Freddie and Sam are working together, and we're working together as brother and sister, we can go to a brother and sister party!" Spencer throws his hands in the air. "Isn't that great?"
Carly shakes her head. "I have an idea. It's crazy, but it just might work…"
Sam sat on Freddie's couch, watching television. Freddie approaches Sam.
"We need to start working on this project, Sam." Freddie crosses his arms against his chest. Sam sighs, looking at him.
"I know." She pauses. "Got any meat?" She asks. Freddie opens his mouth to protest, then gives up.
"In the fridge." He points at the kitchen. Sam pulls meat out of the fridge and bites into it.
"Okay, Freddork. What should we do?" She sits down next to Freddie.
"I was thinking…maybe we can put up signs around the city, telling them to watch iCarly!" He exclaims. Sam nods.
"Not bad, Freddie. Not bad at all." She pokes his nose. "I guess you're not that big of a dork after all." Sam laughs.
Freddie sighs. "You do 20, and I'll do 20. Fair?" Sam nods.
They pull out paper and start working, filling the paper with colorful drawings, directing anyone who passes to go online to watch iCarly. Occasionally, Sam's hand will touch Freddie's as they reach for the same crayon and Sam will pull away awkwardly. They finish after two hours of hard labor. Freddie grabs Sam's work.
"This is really good, Sam. You're a great artist." He tells her. Sam shrugs.
"It's okay." She's humble, not one to brag.
Freddie shakes his head. "No, Sam. This is REALLY good." Sam blushes.
"Thanks, Freddie." She murmurs.
Freddie pokes her nose. "Who's the dork now?" he asks.
Sam glares at him. "Don't touch my nose."
"Sorry."
Sam rolls her eyes. She grabs him by the collar and pecks his lips. Freddie stares at her, his eyes wide.
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll beat you up. Got it?"
"Got it."
"All right."
"That was a nice kiss."
"Shut up, dork."
"Shutting up."
"Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
