Why is it always people randomly teaming up to get Freddie with Sam? I declare it time for change. Heh, that was lame, but you should read it anyways. [: Pleasee?

"And we're clear!" said Freddie Benson, putting down his camera.

"Woohoo! Another iCarly done to perfection." exclaimed Sam, pushing the "applause" button on her blue remote and executing a little victory dance.

Carly laughed. "You know what that means, right?"

Sam smiled and placed a hand on Carly's shoulder. "Well, of course I do. It means your gonna go downstairs and get a "surprise" for me and Fredwad here even though we all know it's gonna be three glasses of iced tea with curly straws." She stated confidently.

"Wow. I was expecting a 'What?', but your answer was much more impressive. You know me so well." Carly said, before leaving the studio.

Carly's words stuck in Freddie's head. You know me so well… Sam knew everything about Carly! Whenever Freddie needed help impressing Carly, he could just ask Sam. They were friends, right? And friends help one and other. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

"Hey Sam?" he asked the blonde cautiously, who somehow pulled ham out of nowhere and was now devouring it.

"What, nub?!" She snapped back, little pieces of ham flying everywhere.

"Your best friends with Carly, right?" he questioned slowly.

"Duh." she replied, not even bothering to look up.

"So, you like, know things about each other?" Freddie asked nervously.

Sam looked up. "Uh-huh. Benson? Is this going somewhere? 'Cuz if it is, be like a pencil sharpener and MAKE A POINT. If it's not, shut up and allow me too swallow my ham in peace, would ya?"

Freddie took a deep breath and began to explain hastily, barely breathing in between words. "Okay, Sam, here it is. I'm desperate and I really like Carly and I need someone to help me impress her and you're like the only person who really knows her other than Spence, but he is her brother, so that might be awkward and-"

His extremely long run-on sentence was cut off by Sam who simply asked "What's in it for me?"

Freddie shrugged. "Like I said, I'm desperate. I'll do anything. I mean it."

Sam rubbed her invisible-goatee and smiled deviously. "Anything?" She tested. Freddie nodded frantically, knowing he'd probably regret this later. "I want ham. Unlimited. And smoothies. Whenever I want. I say the word; you have to get it for me. And all my homework done for the rest of the semester. Deal?" Sam said, holding out her hand.

Freddie gulped. That was a lot. But this was the love of his life. He would do anything. "Deal." He said, shaking the blonde's hand.

"Okay," Freddie started "When should we meet? We need to get together and discuss some things. I have some serious questions for you, and-"

Freddie was cut off, again by Sam who yelled "Meet up?! What do you mean meet up? I thought I could just tell you her favorite color and flower then I'd get my food! There is NO WAY I'm doing this!"

"Sorry Sam. You shook on it." Freddie stated, smirking and holding up the hand Sam just shook.

Sam just scowled and glared and the tech-geek, who glared right back. She hated it when stupid Freddork was right.

All of a sudden, Carly burst in to the room with a tray of red glasses with curly straws, as expected. "I'm baaaack." She sing-songed. Noticing her two silent, glaring friends, she added "What happened?"

"Nothing…" The bickering sidekicks muttered in unison, snatching their respective drinks off the tray in Carly's hand.

"Okaaay." Carly said, rolling her eyes. Sam and Freddie didn't respond. They just grumpily drank their icy drinks while both wondering the same thing. What the heck did I just get myself into…?

Well, that's that. It had a TON of dialogue, right? And it had a million grammar mistakes, but most of my stories do, 'cuz I have the tendency to write at 3am and want to post it right away, despite the fact that like no one is on. And now I'm rambling. Whatever. :P Just tell me what you thought. Good? Bad? Should I continue? You tell ME! (:

'Til the ear rings,

-Ash. (: