A/N: Hey y'all! This fanfic is based off of a dream my sister had a few days ago. She dreamed of Sam's version of "Kissin U". xDD Much thanks to my sis, Caraqueen, for letting me upload this story! I hope you like it, and I hope I'm in character. ^^"
Sam, Carly, and Freddie were up in the iCarly room, just hanging out. Freddie was making some adjustments to their website with the two girls watching over his shoulder and supervising. Which occasionally led to a yelling match between Freddie and Sam about which songs to put on the playlist and why they couldn't put a picture of meatloaf as iCarly's signature. Which, naturally, led Carly having to intervene and break it up. Ah, the joys of playing the compromising peacemaker.
While they were downloading Kissin U by Miranda Cosgrove onto the playlist, Sam spoke up with a roll of her eyes. "I think my version of that is better."
Freddie arched an eyebrow. "I doubt it. Remember the 'song' you wrote about fried chicken clogging up your arteries with love for music class?" he pointed out with a smirk.
Carly burst into laughter at the memory whereas Sam scowled. "Don't be dissin' my love for fried chicken. Besides, this one is way better."
Before Freddie could retort, Carly jumped in. "Alright, alright," she said between bouts of laughter. "Let's hear it, Sam." Freddie groaned.
Sam smirked and began to sing in an amazingly good voice,
"When I'm punching you,
my fists just come alive.
You look like the hamburger that I ate last night!
Your jaw falls out of place,
I could do this all day.
You want to run away
When I'm punchin' you."
Freddie's eye twitched. "..That definitely has you written all over it."
"Wow, Sam.." Carly obviously didn't know what to think, fighting between amusement and appall. "...That was..uh, creative."
"What can I say?" Sam grinned proudly as she sank into a beanbag. "Mama got skills."