As much as I quite enjoyed iBattle Chip, I think the seddie moments were lacking. Then when I saw the scene that Spencer was hog tied, I wondered what are Sam and Freddie doing upstairs. And hence, this was born. I know it's a little short, but they were only upstairs for a short amount of time.
Disclaimer: iCarly belongs to Dan, not someone who obsesses over the show..
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The moment the door slammed behind Carly, Sam jumped into action.
"I'm gonna kill that kid!" She yelled, fishing through her backpack angrily.
"Whoa, calm down!" I replied, putting a hesitant hand on her shoulder (which she shook off, obviously).
Turning, she pointed a furious, shaky finger at me, "Don't ever tell a girl to calm down!"
Silently I watched as she threw everything out of her bag one by one. A quesadilla, three pears, two toy trains and a bra flew past my head, leading up to her pulling the buttersock out and swinging it around threateningly.
"Does he really deserve the buttersock?" I pleaded, reaching a hand out to pull it from her.
"Yes," Sam replied shortly, swinging it out of my grasp, "He irked me."
"Irked?" I questioned, laughing slightly.
"Annoyed, irritated, deserves-butter-sock," She listed, hitting me softly with the sock on every word, "Get the picture?"
When it hit me the last time it was slow enough for me to hold onto, so with a light tug I pulled it out of her hands. She didn't seem to bother too much, as I was still in possession of my own head by that point.
"Fine, take it," Sam shrugged, picking up a hoody from the floor which I recognised to be mine, "I still have my fists."
Rolling my eyes I observed her pulling on my hoody as if it had always been hers, "Oh no you don't."
Sam took a couple of steps forward as if to leave, but before she had the chance I grasped her around the waist and pulled her into the air. I twirled her around the room, ignoring the stabbing feeling of being so close to her again, as she fought against me. With a hard kick that forced me to let go, she dropped to the ground.
Groaning, Sam lay on the wooden floor, "Damn, you got strong Benson."
I kneeled down next to her and checked she was okay before pulling her up again.
"I can still fight you though!" She threatened, pushing my shoulder.
"Tell you what, if you don't fight me, or that nine year old boy, we can go for dinner at Pini's," I bargained, watching my offer tick over in her mind.
She sighed and clapped her hands together, "Will you complain when I put a lot of cheese on my lasagne?"
"Nope," I replied, smiling to match her grin, "I guess I'm becoming slightly more abnormal."
Sam turned and ran out of the room, "And I'm considering closing my mouth when I eat, is that normal enough for you?"
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Was that OOC? I'm not sure, but I tried to keep it that way and not put anything too dramatic in. The Pini's bit was a reference to later when she kept asking about dinner.
I'd love some feedback