Author's note: This is my first iCarly fanfiction… so yeah, it's really short and all. Enjoy, and please review!
iAm Better
"Is there really a reason why I shouldn't kill you now?" screamed Freddie, holding a broken piece of his camcorder.
"Well, no there isn't." Sam crossed her arms over her chest. "It's your fault, not mine. You should have been farther back."
"Oh, blame the guy, why won't you, Puckett. Well, this is your freaking fault. And you have to buy me a new camcorder."
"Guys..." Carly said softly. "We're still rolling..."
"Oh, I don't care if we're rolling!" Freddie yelled. "She broke this! And now she's paying for it, or iCarly is done!"
"It was not my fault! You were too close!"
"It was. I was in the exact right position."
"I say you weren't, Freddork!" she pushed him.
He cornered her against the wall. "Why can't you accept that you aren't perfect? I'm better than you!"
"Name one reason, Benson!" Sam screamed.
Carly smiled nervously at camera. She hadn't got a clue of how to turn it off, and all the iCarly audience was watching them fight. Oh joy. She couldn't wait to see the coments.
Freddie and Sam were quiet for a second, breathing a little raggedly from the screaming.
And just as if it was another fight on its own, Freddie's lips came crushing onto hers, unexpectedly. Sam was so astonished that she kissed back, tangling her hands in his hair.
"Uh... and that concludes... today's webcast." Carly looked at the duo nervously. "I'm Carly... and that's... um... Sam, making out with our technical producer Freddie. Bye." She took off her jacket and draped it over the camera lens.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?" she screamed, startling them.
"Proving Sam I'm a better kisser than she is."