Hey. This is my first fanfic. So read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Chapter 1: movie night

CPOV

"We're going to watch Galaxy Wars: The Movie!"

"No, we're going to watch Rush Hour!"

"Come on Sam, that movie is so old. This one just came out"

"This one just came out!" Sam mimicked, "why don't you save the excitement for the AV club."

It's another typical day at my house. I was in the kitchen making popcorn. It was movie night and my two best friends are arguing . . . again. This time, it's on movies. They've been going at each other non-stop for about an hour and as cute as they are, it was starting to get irritable. I sighed in despair.

"We all agreed that it was my turn to pick the movie." Freddie complained.

"That was before you got that nerdy movie!" Sam retorted, her face starting to turn red with anger. I eyed Sam's closed fists. Uh oh, I tensed. This fight is getting heated. If I don't break those two up soon, someone will get hurt - seeing as Sam's a bit short tempered.

"Why do you wanna watch that movie anyways?" Sam questioned, the red on her face faded. Wow, she was calming down. Maybe I don't have to interrupt their little, uh, entertaining 'fight'.

"Well, I think Galaxy Wars is actually worth seeing." Freddie explained. Sam rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and you also think that your mom is actually sane." Sam said in a playful tone. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for Freddie to explode. But it never came.

"You leave my mom out of this!" he replied in a weird tone. He was smiling now and so was Sam. It took me a minute to realize that he was flirting with her. I leaned forward a bit, anticipating on what came next

"Too late." Sam stated in the same weird tone. Sam was flirting back! This is rich, I thought. This is just too good.

Sometimes Sam and Freddie are just too complicated to understand. One minute they're at each other's throats and the next they seem to want to make out. Trying to comprehend it all just made my head hurt. A voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Nug-nug is a cool character!"

"Says the boy who takes tick baths every week. You don't know what's cool!"

I decided that it was time to intervene. I walked over to them and stood in between.

"Sam, it is Freddie's turn to choose." I reasoned. Freddie smiled warmly at me.

"See, even Carly agrees with me." He said smugly. Sam stared at me like as if had gone loco.

"Carly, Rush Hour has action and comedy, plus Jackie Chan is starring. You know how much you love Kung-Fu films." Sam said persuasively, poking my stomach to add the effect. I shook my head.

"It's only fair if we…" then something dawned onto me. "Did you say that Jackie Chan was in this movie." I questioned. Sam simply nodded, a smirk played on her mouth. She smelled a victory.

I turned to Freddie. "Can we please watch this movie?" I asked him sweetly. The smirk on Sam's face seemed to falter a little bit, and then she recomposed herself.

"Ha! Two against one! What do you got say for yourself, nub?" Sam screamed.

Freddie narrowed his eyes at her. "Fine," he crossed his arms, "but only because I'm outnumbered." Sam did a fist pump in the air. I chuckled and made my way back into the kitchen. I removed the first mega-sized bag of popcorn from the microwave and placed in the second one. Normally, one bag would be enough for everyone, but when you're with Sam Puckett, you got to prepare.

As I was pouring the popcorn into the bowl, I couldn't help but glance at my friends on the couch. Sam was leaning back, her legs crossed on my coffee table. Today she decided to wear black capris, a royal blue layered top, a long chain necklace with a funky black heart as big as a baby's fist hanging at her stomach and black converse hi-tops. Simple tomboyish chic. She was watching eagerly as the movie began. Freddie was just wearing a black penny-tee that read Stinky Soap and jeans.

Freddie, well he was just gawking at Sam like she was a goddess or something. I almost squealed at this. Sam and Freddie would be such a good couple. My thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the microwave. The microwave didn't only startle me though. It must have snapped Freddie out of his gaze because now he was giving his attention towards the TV.

"Here's the popcorn." I stated cheerfully as I walked into the living room.

"Thanks Carls." Sam grabbed the first bowl, started stuffing the popcorn into her mouth, then ushered me to go and sit. I placed the other bowl onto the coffee table then glanced at the couch. Freddie sat at one end while Sam sat at the other leaving a huge gap for me to sit. I sighed and joined them at the couch.

I know one thing for sure. My friends who obviously like each other are either in denial or they don't know it yet. And I can't just sit doing nothing when I'm pretty sure that this is hurting them both emotionally. No, I have to help them. I'm not going to meddle because that would be rude, I thought. But that doesn't mean I can't give them a little push.

Was it good or bad? A great start or a dead end?

Tell me what you think.