AN: Hey guys, hearing me so soon again? Just bringing another story to the iCarly section. This story may seem a little OOC, but I'd like to hear your opinion about it. Again with the warning: This is a Cam fic. That means Carly and Sam stuff going on with one sided FreddiexCarly. Plus some more Freddie bashing from the one and only. Just a warning to people who don't like this type of stuff. No hate, be happy. (Augh..Sounded so retarded.)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly in any way, shape, or form.

"Brring!, brring!, brring!"

"Nnn.." I woke up looking at my alarm clock. My room didn't get much sunlight since there's a lot of random trinkets and what not covering from head to toe with Spencer's art expertise. I rubbed my eyes, reaching for my alarm clock and hitting the snooze button.

"AHHH!!" A loud screech was heard from Carly's room. Oh my god! I have to get ready for school! I jumped out of my bed and threw my blanket off of my bed. I quickly toss my pj's off as soon as possible. Spencer busted into my room with a tennis racket ready to attack.

"What's wro-?!..." Spence looked over at me wide eyed. I busted out another scream, throwing random objects at him. "I didn't know! I thought it was a robber!" He tries to yell in his defense.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Spencer ran down the stairs leading to the living room. Just in time, Sam was letting herself into the apartment seeing the ruckus that was in front of her.

"Well, seems like I came in at the right time." She looks at Spencer who just points upstairs and does a pose of taking his shirt off. Sam just laughs at the thought.

"That's got to be the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me..." I quickly put on my usual attire and run downstairs. What's Sam still doing here?! ...Wait, she doesn't care about school, never mind. "It's almost time for school, literally!" I'm still sort of freaking from just a minute ago.

"Yo, Carls" Sam did a simple wave ignoring what I said. I gave her a frustrated look. I wonder sometimes how she can be so carefree about things. Spencer handed her and me a piece of toast. I put the toast into my mouth and grabbed my bag, running out the door. I can't be late! Ms. Briggs is going to kill me and her looks enough do that. I shuddered at the thought.

"Carly wait! Well, too late." She waved to Spencer who waved back, "Thanks for the toast."

Sam caught up to me as we got to the front of the school...Students were still walking around and everything. What's going on? ...Sam. I glared at her.

"Sam did you mess with my alarm clock?!" The blond backed up with a guilty look on her face. I glared at her then hurried off. How could she do such a thing. Make me rushing for no apparent reason.

"C'mon, it was only a little joke. I tried to stop you, but you ran off before I could say anything. Didn't think you'd go ballistic over it. I'll treat you to ice cream after school. How about that?"

"I don't get sucked in by food that easily like you do Sam." I sighed and just walked to my class, and I've noticed that I share most with her, so I can't really ignore her. Not that I really tried. Today just isn't a good day.

I sat down in Ms. Briggs class and as she walks by her pointy boobs... She looks at me and slams down the test that was done last week. I'm guessing she still has a grudge against us when it got posted on iCarly. I winced under her glare. I think today just got worse, as I turned over the paper, I turned wide eyed. What?! How--!? This is not possible! I got an F on my test! I knew the material..I couldn't have--!

I check over my work. It seemed to have fifteen million red marks on it..Maybe I didn't... This isn't happening. This is the worst day of my life. Besides that other time where I got Sam to change my grade, but I end up confessing anyways, but I didn't get in trouble because the principal got a microwave. Very odd present by the way.

But this is still pretty bad though. I looked down at it and started to bang my head on my desk. Ow..Ow...ow.. I looked over to see her grade. She got a B! How is that possible? She's usually sleeping in her class...like right now for instance.

I look over at Freddie's and, of course, he has an A. He's a genius with the stuff he does for the show, so it's not surprising. Have to give him credit though to still try to do little things so he can get my attention, but with Sam always finding some way to insult him. He hasn't done it as much, but I like the way he acts just as himself.

The class bell rings telling everyone to get out of school which plenty of students want and are willing to do. It's the weekend so of course everyone's rushing out like a geyser. I got pushed into the crowd, leaving in a direction I didn't even want to go. Next thing I know, I feel two hands grab each of my arms and heave me out the crowd. Who the? Finally out of the clearing, Sam and Freddie stand there. I guess to my rescue.

"You okay?" Freddie asked.

"Looked like you were with a pack of bulls." Sam retorted. She always has to be so sarcastic. "I'm surprised that Freddie was even able help me pull you out of there." She snickers to herself.

"Hey! I'm not that weak you know!" He said while patting his muscles.

"Yeah, I bet you get all your exercise from your girlfriend." Another retort came out of her mouth. ...Wait was that an insult or a compliment? Wait, he has a girlfriend?

His face turned a reddish hue, "I don't have a girlfriend!" He turned over towards me and I backed up a bit. "Really!"

"Who said I was talking about a person," the blond said. Now she's just confusing me. I don't get a single word that comes out of her mouth. "I was talking about your right hand."

Another blush creped up the brunette boy's face, and Sam noticed it with another smirk. "God Sam, that's horrible." Yeah... since we're getting older her jokes have become a little... perverted.

Okay, I want to go home now. Plus we still have iCarly tonight, so we gotta get things going. "C'mon stop bickering you two It's like old granny's going at it on bingo night." I pull the back of Sam's t-shirt, and she starts following me. Sometimes it really does tire me out.

Freddie waves bye, "Sorry guys, I got broadcasting club today." Sam bursts out laughing, "I know where the microphone can go, right up--" I push her out the door before any more can be said. Sometimes she just goes a little too far with things.

We got to the front of the school...Oh great. It was pouring down water like dumping buckets. Can today get any worse? I dig through my book bag hoping I had a side-pack. I forgot to bring one. I shot a glare at Sam who backed up a bit. I bet I would've remembered if she didn't mess with my alarm clock.

"Hey, I'm sorry about this morning. How many times do I have to say it?" being on the defensive side.

"A lot." I say simply.

She sighs and put her hands on her hips, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor--"

"Enough! I didn't mean it literally." I sigh out myself. Well, I kinda forgave her anyways, but I'll play around for a bit first.

She searched through her bag, a smile creeps on her face as she pulls out her personal umbrella. Oh thank goodness she had one, I thought I'd have to run in this for a minute.

She pops it open and walks out into the rain, "Hey! What about me?!"

"C'mon dork." She smiles. She turns toward me, tilting the umbrella my way. She can never be nice directly, can she? We start walking towards my apartment complex. Dang, my shoulder is still getting wet. Guess the umbrella's a little small.

"Hey, don't call me that. It's for Freddie." I joke around since he isn't here.

She gives me a smirk."Now you're looking in my world." She notices my shoulder. I think it's because she's looking past me. "Hey, you're getting wet."

"Way to state the obvious, Sam." We turn the street corner, nearing my apartment. I feel her arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer to her. I look at her. She just continues walking without anything. This is sweet... I snuggle closer to get warmer.

We get to my complex before Lewburt starts yelling at us for no apparent reason. "Hey! You got water on my lobby floor!" We both hear him in the distance as we go up the flights of stairs. Sam holds on to my hand and I interlace our fingers as we continue running. We're both laughing as we run. I get to my door, instantly sticking my key into the lock. We get though the door, and I slam it close behind us.

"Whew. We dodged the attack from him and his little Lewburt." I walked over to the couch and sit down. I flipped through the channels as Sam rummaged through our fridge for any food. She dove onto the couch with a sandwich in her mouth.

"Nothing to watch?" Her head laid on my lap, eating. Her whole right shoulder was soaked from the rain. She covered me... I nodded as I ruffled her hair a bit, continuing to flip through the channels. I guess that earns forgiveness points. I'll wait for my ice cream first that she promised. I looked down at her eating, getting crumbs on my leg. I've noticed that we've practically lost all our personal space towards each other. I guess to anyone else if they did this it'd feel so odd, but Sam... it's relaxing. We've known each other for just that long I guess.

"Hey, what's up Carls? You're dozing a bit." She was waving her hand in front of my face to emphasis her point.

"Nothing, just thinking." I took Sam's sandwich and took a bite before putting it back into her hands.

"About what?" Sam finished her sandwich. She was sitting up and putting her dry arm around my shoulder.

"We've been friends for how long?" Sam put on her thinking face, her eyebrows furrowing.

"At least five years, I think." I nodded to her reply. I laid my head on her shoulder.

"You think?" Her arm that's around my shoulder starts rubbing my own, probably thinking it would help or something. Sam put her own head against mine.

"I don't know if that was the greatest attachment, but we can't do iCarly without him." She reluctantly admitted.

"I dunno. To think we've known each other that long and I remember knowing Freddie not that much later after you." I snuggle closer for warmth.

Freddie walks through the door with his tech cart. Well, speak of the devil. I wave over to sit down, but instead he just gives us a really baffled look.

"W-Whats going on here?!" He starts babbling, pointing at the both of us. "C-Carly...S-Sam?!"

We both get up, looking around us, "What do you see? What's there?" I ask. I really really hope it's not a roach or some bug. Ew. Sam sits back down, "He's just being the dork like he usually is." She's so mellow in real life yet on the show she's so jumpy.

He still looked the same with that baffled look. "What's wrong Freddie?" I walk next to him, still giving him a questioning look. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Freddie grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. Okay this is a little awkward, maybe not a little. Very.

"Watch out he's trying to charm you with his geekness." Sam waved off, flipping through more channels.

"Shut up Sam!" Freddie retorts. She just shrugs and gets up to get a drink.

He shifts his attention back to me, and glares at me with probably the most serious look that I've ever seen on his face. "Did Sam do anything to you at all while I was gone?" What happened? I was just sitting with Sam. What's he talking about?

"Pfffffft!!!!!!" I turn over to see Sam, and she spat out half of her glass of whatever she had. "What're you talking about geekwad!?" She ran over to us and pushed me out of Freddie's grasp. She pushed him against the wall, holding the front of his shirt balled up in her fist. "What the heck did you mean by that?!" She was practically screaming. What's gotten into her? She's never acted this way towards Freddie before.

It just started in a flash. Within a second they start arguing. It was serious too. What's gotten into them? Freddie, why're you acting so defensive all of a sudden? What ticked Sam so much when he said that?! All these questions were swarming my mind.

"Hey! You saw how you guys were up against each other. I didn't think I was going to come back and find two of my friends like this! I like her, you should know that!" He gave his defense, holding onto her arm. I know that, but just what're you talking about? I shift slightly where I was standing. What should I do?

"You think I don't!? What'd you think I'd do to her, huh?! I gave you credit about being a geek and being smart about something, but now you don't even get that!" She yelled into his face.

SLAP!

...I smacked her...

AN: Well, I hope you like this chapter of "Rainy Days" so far. I've been thinking of stories a lot in my head. So if you guys want this story to continue drop a review. I like reading the reviews of people criticizing my work. I know my grammar is pretty bad. My other story has just been beta'd by my friend Sukoni and she just finished doing this chapter. I thank her lots. So if you have time, stop off and read my other iCarly story.

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