Normal stuff. I don't own iCarly.
It was a normal Fall evening in Seattle, Washington. Samantha Puckett, Carly Shay, and Freddie Benson were sitting on the couch at Carly's apartment that she shared with her older brother, and legal guardian, Spencer. The three friends had just gotten done with filming the latest webisode of their very popular web show iCarly.
Sam took a sip of her cup of soda and stared intently at the show they were watching.
"Look at that. This guy can lick his own chin. How cool is that."
Freddie looked annoyed. "How is that cool? So he can lick his own chin. So what?"
Sam didn't even look away from the T.V. "Can you lick your chin? I didn't think so. Now be quiet and watch the show about people better than you."
Carly just sat between her two best friends. This was such a common occurance that she hardly acknowledged their fighting anymore. Only when it got really serious would she step in and break them apart. But mostly she just let them bicker and banter back and forth because she knew that deep down they both cared for each other. Plus it took Freddie's concentration off of her. He had had a crush on her for a while now. He is a very good friend, Carly thought to herself, but nothing more than that. Of course, if she had her way, Freddie would date Sam and everything would be awesome. Heck, the way they fight, it's almost like they're married. It's funny, but most people, when they first meet Sam and Freddie, think they already go out together. Plus, on the very rare times that they don't fight, they make a very good team. Playing off of each other's strengths and thinking almost as one. Everyone else sees how good they would be together, now if only Sam and Freddie would notice.
"Why don't you eat your own head!" Sam yelled at Freddie. Uh oh, Carly thought. Things are heating up.
"Oh come on! How would I eat my own head, Sam?" Freddie asked her, not really expecting an answer, but knowing her would get one.
"I don't know, but I wish you'd hurry it up and figure it out. I'm tired of looking at your face."
"Now hold on just a ...!" Then Carly interupted him.
"Come on guys, please be nice to each other, just for a little bit." Carly pleaded.
Freddie stared at her. "I can be nice Carly, but I don't think Sam has one ounce of nice in her body. She is just pure mean and nasty."
"Hey, I can be plenty nice Freddoof. Just not to you. If I was, then the whole world might explode." As she said this, she threw her arms up as if to simulate the exploding. Unfortunately, she was still holding her drink and accidentally let it, causing it to splash on top of Carly's head.
"EEEEEWWW.! SAM!" Carly shrieked.
"I'm sorry Carly. I'm really sorry."
Freddie had run into the kitchen and grabbed a towel. "Here Carly, use this." As he handed it to her.
"Thanks Freddie." Carly started to dry her hair and face with the towel. This isn't going to work. I need a shower. Are you two going to hang out here?" Carly asked.
"Yeah." Freddie said.
"You have food here." Sam replied.
"Okay, try not to kill each other." Carly smiled as she walked towards her room.
Sam and Freddie sat back down on opposite ends of the couch. "Way to go Sam. Why can't you be more careful?" Freddie commented.
"Just consider yourself lucky I didn't pour it on you. If I had, your mother would have probably given you a bath for a full week."
"Yeah, well you...are probably right actually." He hated to agree with her, but his mother was very over protective.
They continued to watch television until Sam let out a groan. Freddie looked over at her. "What is it now?"
"I'm soooo hungry." Sam whined.
"Then get something to eat. The kitchen is right there." Freddie pointed.
"But it's all the way over there." Sam lazily gestured.
"Fine." Freddie said. He got up and grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit on the counter. Handing it to her he sat back down next to her. "Better now?"
"Yeah, thanks." Sam happily peeled her banana. Then she swung her feet around and put her legs on Freddie's lap.
"Sam! What are you doing?"
"Just trying to get comfortable. Just calm down. I'm not hurting you. For once." Sam replied.
Freddie would have complained more but, while he really liked Carly, the truth was that Sam was a very attractive blond girl and this was kind of nice. So Freddie decided to enjoy it a bit.
Carly walked out of the bathroom drying her hair and saw them like this, watching T.V. Sam eating her banana, with her legs laying across Freddie's lap.
"Hey guys."
Both Freddie and Sam didn't even look up, they just halfheartily raised a hand in a kind of hello-wave and both said "Hey".
Carly just stared at them for a minute. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh come on you guys!" Carly yelled.
Both of them looked up at her in shock. "What? We aren't fighting. What's the matter?" Sam asked.
"Look at the two of you." Carly complained. "Can't you see how perfect you are for each other?"
Sam and Freddie looked at each other. Surprize on both their faces. "Me and her?" Freddie asked. "That's a horrible thought."
"Yeah." Sam agreed. "I don't want to catch geek germs. I'd have to get a geekectomy."
Carly was almost getting mad now. Here were her best friends. But they were being so stupid. "Sam, I know you. You hate to get up even to feed yourself, so Freddie must have gotten that banana for you."
"Yeah, well I..." Sam started to say.
"And Freddie." Carly continued. "You don't exactly look unhappy with Sam half-draped across you like that."
Freddie and Sam quickly got up and looked embarrassed.
"Well, okay, but me and Sam together? We can't even be nice to each other for five minutes." Freddie explained.
"Oh really? You looked pretty nice together just now." Carly said smiling. "And what about all those "Wake Up Spencer" things you guys do. Late at night, I might add."
"Hey, how do you know about those?" Sam asked amazed.
Carly looked at Sam like she was stupid. "You guys post them on our website!"
"Oh yeah." Sam said. "But come on. You tell us all the time that we always fight and we're always making dumb bets and ..."
Carly interupted Sam. "That's it! A bet!"
Both Freddie and Sam looked questioningly at her. " You want us to make a bet?" Freddie asked.
Carly shook her head. "Nope. I'm making a bet with both of you. I bet you that if you go out on a date that you will see that you two are absolutely perfect for each other. But it has to be a real date. Freddie, I want you to plan something nice. And Sam, you have to BE nice. No insults, you have to compliment each other, and open doors, and talk, and laugh, and everything like a real date." Carly was getting excited now. This might actually work.
Freddie was thinking about this. "What if it doesn't work out? What happens then? What do we get when...I mean if, we win?"
Carly thought for a minute. "Okay then. Freddie, if you guys win, I will go on a date with you."
"Really?!" Freddie asked excitedly.
"And Sam, I will cover for you for your next five pranks at school."
"So, next week then." Sam replied.
"The date will be tomorrow. You both have to dress nice. Freddie, you will pick Sam up here. Are we all agreed?"
"Fine."
"Sure."
"This is going to be great!" Carly exclaimed.
Was this any good? Should I continue? Let me know.
