Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the characters but it would awesome if I did.
"Maybe you should try to be nice to Freddie," Carly told Sam for at least the hundredth time. By now the usually strangely optimistic girl had lost all hope of Sam and Freddie getting along. She knew they both cared about each other but they were just to stubborn to admit it.
"Why?"
"Don't you think you've tortured him enough?"
"It's not possible to torture Freddie enough." Sam knew that wasn't true. There was a limit and she promised that she wouldn't cross it again; the last time she did, she almost ruined Freddie's life. There were just somethings that she wouldn't even wish on Freddie. "I'm hungry, you go anything to eat?"
"I think there's some left over turkey from dinner."
"Cool." Sam raced off to raid Carly's fridge leaving Carly sitting upstairs all alone.
Downstairs Sam was rading through Carly's fridge searching for something to eat with her turkey. Sam basically lived in Carly's house. Carly, and Spencer were like her family seeing as her mom was never home and even when she was home she didn't feed Sam and was always with her latest boyfriend. And then there was her sister who was off at boarding school being the perfect daughter. Sam would never admit it but she was a little jealous of Carly.
Suddenly Sam heard Carly's front door slam. It was Freddie or as she thought of him her personal punching bag.
"Hey Sam."
"Hey Fredweird." The names she called him were never really endearing but he really didn't mind them as much as he let on. Actually he never minded anything Sam did. She was afterall one of his few escapes from his over-protective, over-bearing mother. If Sam wasn't around he would be a loser who was on his way to becoming a 30 year old computer geek still living with his mother. In hindsight Freddie owed Sam.
Not to say that Sam didn't own Freddie. Sam owed Freddie a lot, possibly more than he owed her. That's why the two were so perfect for each but in such a non conventional way. However as far as Sam was concerned her and Freddie would never happen.
After seeing Carly and Freddie at the Groovy smoothie the night of the girl choice dance Sam had given up on ever chance of her and Freddie going out. Although Sam never really had hope for them to begin with.
"Where's Carly?"
"Upstairs."
Freddie, Sam and Carly walked into Carly's apartment to find a giant, white, porcelain bathtub in her living room.
"Why is there a giant bathtub in my living room?"
"Did you guys see my giant bathtub."
"Why'd you build a giant tub?" Freddie asked.
"Because it awesome." Freddie laughed slight bemused. Spencer was like an older brother to him seeing as he had no biological siblings. Like Sam Freddie spent most of his time at Carly's house because Carly and Spencer were like his family away from home even though they only lived across the hall.
The tub began to catch on fire which wasn't such a surprise considering spencer made it. It was sad that Spencer could even cause something that had no electrical wiring to light on fire. He was like an accidently pyromaniac.
"It's on fire."
"Get the fire exstinguisher."
Freddie grabbed the fire exstinguisher and started putting out the fire as he had done more than a thoudsand times before. Maybe a thousand was an exagerration but Freddie could definitely recall doing this exact same thing before.
"Whew," Spencer sighed in relief.
"Your shirts on fire." Carly told Spencer.