Show:ICarly

Parring: Freddie/ Griffin

Disclaimer:Sadly enough I don't own ICarly, all I own is the words.

Teach Me

Chapter One: Nice Guys

Freddie was so sick of Griffin, and it didn't help that Carly was dating him, again. Freddie thought he would be gone for good after Carly broke up with him the first time, and he would of never thought she would go back with the Pee-Wee lovin' jerk again. As usual though, Freddie was wrong.

When he arrived at the Shay loft today, he was greeted by Griffin and Carly making out on the couch. Carly's hands where working on the button of Griffin's pants, and Carly's shirt was hanging over the back of the sofa. Freddie made a gagging noise and Carly jumped up from the couch. Carly face was bright red as she went to get her shirt. Griffin looked at him and rolled his eyes, definitely not happy about the fact that they where interrupted.

"Hi Freddie!" Carly said quickly. She was still recovering from the fact that Freddie had seen all of that.

"Hi, Carly," Freddie smiled and then frowned at the boy on the couch, "Griffin."

"Fredward." Griffin mumbled.

Freddie sat down on the couch, opposite from Griffin. Carly cleared her throat to try to break the awkward silence but it only made it worst. She squeezed her self between the two guys on the couch, and looked over at Freddie. "That wasn't what it looked like." She whispered.

"It was exactly what it looked like."

"Freddie, I..."

"Carly, I know you guys where about to take that to the bedroom." Freddie frowned at that fact.

"You can't deny that." Griffin whispered into Carly's ear. "It was your idea."

As if Sam knew when to save Carly from the most awkward situations, she busted into the loft. Sam looked like she just recieved all the ham in the world. "Build-A-Bra's new patterns are in!"

"No way!" Carly shouted and the two girls began to scream, as Griffin and Freddie exchanged a weird look.

"Well let's not just stand here," Sam smiles, "let's go!"

"Bye guys!" Carly waves as she is pulled out the door by Sam.

"I'll never understand girls." Freddie sighs.

"I don't think I will either." Griffin agrees.

Freddie just stares at him, "What do you mean you don't understand them? You where about to have sex with Carly when I walked in here! You could get any girl with a snap of your finger. You have Carly, a girl I've been trying to get since sixth grade! You've dated her twice, and I can't even get her once! "

"Girls love a bad boy." Griffin smirks at Freddie, "Your a good boy, so you won't get want you want."

"That is not true!"

"Yes it." Griffin says rather smugly. " Nice guys finish last."

"Teach me."

"What?"

"Teach me to be bad."