A/N - This story is set before the Seddie arc, in season 2/3.
"…I still cannot believe you actually did that, Puckett, I mean-"
"Oh, can it, Benson, you deserved it."
"What in the world did I do to deserve a football thrown in my face I mean-"
"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" Sam raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh really Sam because I think-"
"No one cares what you think! Now will you tell me the real reason why-" Freddie was cut off once again.
"If no-one cares what I think then why are you asking me my opinion on why I accidentally threw a football in your-"
"Accidentally? Really Sam? Because I can fully recall you-"
Carly rolled her eyes at her two best friends and continued to scroll though her social media accounts as she walked behind them. She was walking at quite a slow pace, however if she walked any faster she would overtake them, as they were very slow walkers when they were fighting. This did get on Carly's nerves - she was a big hater of slow walkers - however she would rather her friends be fighting like this - playfully, in a way - than fighting for real, which they sometimes did when one of them took it too far (usually Sam). As she flicked through the photos of Wendy's newly decorated bedroom she had posted, she began to wonder if she was going to survive the upcoming summer vacation with these two. School ended in two days, and she had initially hoped that her friends would be together by now so that they could occupy themselves. She was sure it was going to happen eventually - the two clearly, in Carly's eyes, were crazy about each other. They had not actually said it in so many words, but usually Miss Shay was right about these things. In Carly's eyes, it was only a matter of time.
Carly's POV
I walked into my apartment behind Freddie and Sam who were still fighting about the incident in Gym class. Sam had headed straight for the kitchen and Freddie had followed, so they were now arguing whilst Sam was eating leftover pancakes from this morning. I saw Spencer come out of his room. "Hey Sam, Freddie." He shouted across the room, however they completely ignored him. "It's alright, don't mind me." He added after they didn't answer. "I'm just the guy who ACTUALLY LIVES HERE." The two of them still didn't respond.
"Don't be offended." I said, walking over to him. "I haven't got anything out of them since gym class. I don't even think they know I walked home with them."
"Aww, are Carly's little friends ignoring her again?" Spencer pouted, putting on a baby-voice.
"I don't mind." I said truthfully. "I just wish they'd hurry up and admit their feelings so that I can have my best friends back!"
"I still don't see it." Spencer laughed, looking over at the teens. "All they do is argue!"
"But they're getting better! Look, this time last year, would Freddie have stood up to her for this long? Would Sam be this calm whilst arguing? Would Freddie have been able to steal Sam's food and not get killed?"
"Freddie can't steal Sam's- WOAH!" Spencer widened his eyes as Freddie took a pancake off the plate and shoved it in his mouth.
"See?" I encouraged, hoping to get someone else on my Seddie team. I had tried many people, including Seddie themselves, but no-one would side with me (and Sam didn't speak to me for two days after I tried to convince her that she liked Freddie).
"They're friends, but I still don't see it, Carly Shay." I groaned in response. Maybe I could get Gibby on my team… "Anyway, little sis, hooking them up may have to wait. Look what came in the mail today!" Spencer waltzed over to the kitchen and picked up a piece of cloth. "Shampow!"
"Didn't you have one of those before?"
"Yes. But you see, this one is even better. It's a new and improved Shampow - a Shampow 2.0." I didn't know if listening to Spencer rave about his new piece of cloth was better than listening to my friends argue about an incident in gym class. When I looked over, deciding that my friends were probably more interesting, I saw Sam sat on a barstool in the kitchen looking at her phone.
"Where's Freddie?" I asked. She looked up from her phone.
"Why would I know?"
"You were just talking to him a minute ago."
"That doesn't mean I care where he went." She said. I rolled my eyes.
"Are you sleeping over tonight?"
"Sure." She grinned. "Hey, do you have any ribs?"
"No, I think you ate the last of them yesterday."
"I'll go get some more. It's been a long day and I need some ribs to make up for all the nub I've had to deal with."
"Ok. I'll see you when you get back. I'm going upstairs to plan some stuff for the next iCarly."
"See you in a bit" Sam said before slamming the door behind her.
Freddie's POV
I ran into my room and slammed the door, locking it behind me. I sat down on my bed and caught my breath, breathing deeply as I heard my mum shout at me. "…and you haven't had a tick back in two days, Freddie, two days!"
"I don't have ticks, mother!" I shouted back at her. The woman was out of control - why couldn't I live with a cool older brother like Carly? She was constantly bugging me about-
"Freddie!" I heard my mum scream.
"What?"
"Your delinquent friend is here!" My mum screamed back. I grinned. "I told her to go away but- Samantha! Don't push past me! Just wait until I tell your mother!"
"Like she'd care." I heard Sam say. I unlocked my door and let her in, locking it again behind us.
"Fredward Benson you unlock that door right now! I am not having you in a locked room with a girl!"
"I'm locking it to get away from you!" I said, rolling my eyes before going to sit at my desk. When Sam came over, which was becoming more and more often these days, we always had our positions. I would sit on my desk chair, swinging it side to side, and Sam would always claim the bed. She always started by sitting at the end of the bed but by the time we were finished she was always at the other end, laid against my pillows with her head on the headboard. Sam and I had become a lot closer this past year - she'd even got me a birthday present - and in the past six months I had unwillingly developed a crush on her. I didn't know if it was because she was being nicer to me or if it had always been there. However, I wasn't planning to anything about it, because even though I really liked her now, she still scared me sometimes, and feelings were not something she liked to talk about, or show, for that matter. "So, Sam, what-"
"Freddie!" I heard my mum shout from outside the door.
"What, mum?"
"Why have I just found your leeks and broccoli from last nights meal in the bin?"
"I wasn't hungry mum!" I replied, looking over at Sam who was raising her eyebrows at me.
"But your vegetables are so important to your health, Freddie-Bear!"
"Look mum, can this wait until later? I just want to talk to Sam and then-"
"So now girls are more important to you than your own mother? I knew this day would come. I'm going to go check my teenager book. We will discuss this later, Freddie Benson." She said.
I looked back over at Sam, who was trying not to laugh. "Cool mum you got there, Fredbag."
"Don't you start, Puckett." I said, annoyed beyond belief at my mums behaviour. Why couldn't I have a normal mum?
"Don't tell me what and what not to do, Benson." Sam said.
"Sam, I'm sorry I just-"
"You just what? Your mummy's put you in a bad mood so you have to take it out on me?"
"Sam! Look, I'm sorry, okay."
"I don't think I can forgive you this time." Sam said, though I could see a sparkle in her eyes.
"Look, I'm really sorry, she's just so-" I stopped. "Wait, why did you even come her in the first place.
"Money."
"Money?"
"Yeah, I need some money for ribs."
"You came here for money?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"No?" She said, standing up and coming over to me.
I stood up so that we were face to face. "No."
"You can't say no to me, you're a nub."
"Well I just did, so ha! In your face!" I said, moving even closer to her and crossing my arms. This girl, however amazing she was, needed to learn how to be told 'no'. It was clearly something she didn't hear very often, and if there was ever a chance of us two being in a successful relationship she needed to-
"You're going to regret that, Benson."
"You know what, Puckett? I am sick of people like you and my mum bossing me around and-"
"Did you just compare me to your mum?"
"Yes! Yes I did! And you know what Puckett, I don't need you bossing me around. I don't need you constantly 'borrowing' all of my money. And I don't need you-"
"I get it, alright." Sam said, in a much softer voice. I looked at her as she tuned away.
"Look I'm sorry, aright, I just-"
"No, I'm sorry." She said, before she unlocked the door and walked out the room, breaking my heart with that look on her face.
Carly's POV
Sam came back into the apartment about ten minutes later. "Hey, where are the ribs?" I asked, first noticing she was empty handed before then noticing her face. "Wait, are you crying?"
"No, I just…" Her sniffle gave it away.
"What happened out there? Was the rib shop closed? Did you not have enough money for the deluxe rack o' ribs?" I asked again, moving closer. "Hey, you're really crying. Come here." I said, opening up my arms to her.
"Naa. Hey, I think I'm going to head back to my place."
"Oh no you don't missy. It's getting dark out there and have you seen the weather?" I pointed to the window, and the rain seemed to pour down even heavier for emphasis.
"Then… I'll stay. But please, no questions, okay? I'm just really tired and need a good nights sleep. I'm gonna head on up." She said, and started to head up the stairs.
"But Sam…" I knew there was no stopping her. I decided to get a glass of milk for both me and her before bed. Just as I was getting the milk out of the fridge, Freddie burst into the apartment.
"…no mum! Look, I just want to talk to Sam for one minute! Give me one minute and then I promise I'll let you give me a tick bath."
"Promise me?" I heard his mum shout back. Freddie slammed the door and stared to scan the room before he spotted me.
"Carly! Is Sam here? I really need to talk to her."
"About what?" I asked. I really hoped he maybe wanted to talk to her about feelings, however I knew this wasn't a good time, with Sam crying.
"She came to see me a few minutes ago and we kind of got into an argument and-"
"An argument?" This wasn't good.
"Well, not really an argument, per say, but she asked me for some money and then I said no and-" He looked around again. "Wait, that doesn't matter. Is she here or did she go home? I really need to talk to her."
"She's here, but, I don't think she wants to talk. She was a bit… frustrated when she came in and I really don't think you'll get anything out of her. Maybe you should just wait until tomorrow."
"I want to talk to her now." Freddie said.
"Look, she's probably asleep already. Please, just talk to her in morning? I'll give her a really nice breakfast and then she'll be in a calmer state to talk to you."
"But-"
"No buts, Freddie." I said. He sighed. I knew Sam, and when she's been crying you cannot get anything reasonable out of her at all. There was no way she'd want to talk to Freddie if there was any evidence of her crying still left on her face. The girl was also clearly exhausted - I just thought it could really harm their relationship if they talked now.
"You'll give her a really nice breakfast?" He asked, looking at me seriously.
"Bacon, eggs, ham, the lot. I'll fill her up so much she can't move - never mind run away from you when you say you want to talk.
"Okay.. I just…are you sure I can't just-"
"Fredward Benson!" His mum came into the apartment. "It's been longer than a minute and you've not retuned home!"
"Look mum, I just wanted to talk to Sam but-"
"You can talk to her tomorrow. It's getting late."
"It's 6pm!"
"Don't you give me that sass. Come home right this second!"
Freddie turned back to me. "I'll see you in morning Carls. I'll come over around 9:30, so have her ready."
"Don't you worry, Freddie, she'll be up, fed, and ready to talk." I said, giving him a salute.
Tomorrow, I was going to make sure those two got together.
A/N - Apparently, I'm still not over iCarly. I started re-watching the full series at the beginning of December and here we are.