A/N: Okay, so this is my first actual story on this website and I am extremely excited to share it with you. (: I'm not the absolute GREATEST writer in the world, so this can be somewhat considered as practice.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, no need to rub it in.

"My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't."

Kate Nash, Foundations

"You know, you're not being fair."

Shove.

"Shut up, Fredwart."

Sigh.

"Sam…"

This is an average Friday evening at Carly's house.

After school, before iCarly and during a game of Monopoly. Sam gets my favorite game piece, again, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. Carly tries to help, but her attempts are futile.

"Give it here, Samantha." I tease, winding her up, despite the consequences. Her hair whips around as she turns to face me, her cheeks rosy and her eyes narrowed.

"What was that, Fredward." She replies, moving closer. Challenge accepted.

Carly looks between the two of us, Sam quirks an eyebrow and I wait, now wondering if taking the risk was really worth it. Adrenaline courses in my veins.

One.

"Do you have a death wish, Benson?"

Two.

"Not that I'm aware of, Puckett."

Three.

"You're such a nub."

Four.

"Sticks and stones."

Five.

Pause.

Six.

"Take the stupid piece, dork. It's not that great anyways."

Seven.

"Really now?"

Eight.

"Just take it, now."

I reach for the game piece, eyeing the demon before me. When it's in my grasp, my guard goes down.

Skin brushes skin, and electricity whips at me.

We pull back quickly, eyes wide. Room silent.

Carly clears her throat. "Okay," Awkward chuckle. "Who wants to go first?"

Sam and I both raise our hands, she stares me down and I feel frozen, bound by chains. I gather my courage and say, "I'm going first."

Sam smirks, and the excitement returns.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me.

A/N: Aaaaand, SCENE! I hope you liked it, I've never really written anything like this before. I didn't have it written out before either; I just kind of sat and typed. XD I don't really know what to think of it though, tell me what you think.

Constructive Critique = Accepted AND wanted. :D

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