A/N: Hey there! Thanks for your reviews, guys, I really appreciate it. I decided to not wait forever and post a new chapter. Happy? No? Go away! It might seem there is no story-line, but I assure you it has a reason. Just hold on and enjoy Seddie making out.

Disclaimer: "I'm glad you're asking 'cause I own iCarly now. Here's the proof." "Dude, that's a handbill with a 20% discount for a cake!" "Oh, then I don't own iCarly. And give me my handbill!"

Do you know what Sam and Freddie do now? I don't have idea, but they're not making out nor fighting! Isn't it exciting? They seem to have some kind of staring contest. I don't care as long as they're not violating my couch. I had told Spencer I wanted to name it. He gave me a weird look and said that he won't name a thing which is not his. I tried to convince him it is still our couch and he just snorted and yelled, "not anymore!" At first, I didn't know what is he talking about. It was our couch, for Fudge's sake! I took a quick glance on it and... Sam and Freddie were sleeping there. It wasn't one of those sweet scenes from romantic comedies where a girl rests her head on a boy's shoulder. They weren't cuddling either. Sam seemed to strangle Freddie and he had his arms wrapped around her in an odd way with his fists clenched. Definitely not couple-like. Did I mention they still aren't together? I suggested it one day when they were again "accidentally" kissing. Man, I shouldn't do that. (Don't worry, I won't try it anymore.)

"Why are you so annoying?"

"Why you so stoopiiiid?"

"Nyeeeeh!"

"Nyeeeeh!" We were sitting on my couch, I was in the middle until I decided to go to the kitchen do- whatever I could do just to be far away from them for a minute. We were supposed to have movie night tonight and it was my turn to choose a movie. I picked Twilight. What? It's a good romantic horror! Well, Sam and Freddie didn't seem to like it as much as I do. Sam decided to annoy Freddie "'cause she was excessively boooored, dude". I tried to stop them, but you probably know that the only time I succeeded was when- I never succeeded. I knew I lost the battle before it started.

I took out a Wahoo Punch from the fridge and checked if there are some more. Oh man, just one. Should I ask them if they want something to drink? Nah.

"Carls! Gimme a drink!" Oh man, I'm screwed up.

"Yeah, Carly. Could you give me something to drink, too?" I knew it. I took the two Wahoo Punches and handed its to Sam and Freddie. It was easier to give them MY drinks from MY fridge and don't protest.

"These are the last drinks?" Freddie asked. Aww, it's so sweet how he cares! He's like my brother I never had. Spencer? What's up with Spencer? Oh, I totally forgot about him. Where is he, by the way?

"Yep."

"Oh, sorry, Carls. It's all yours." He gave it back to me. Am I dreaming? I can eat MY food and drink MY punch? Wow! I don't wanna wake up.

"Thank you, Freddie. That's nice." He just smiled and nodded. Sam opened her punch and took a sip.

"Yuck! It's diet?"

"Yeah..." I should see that coming.

"Sam! I could have it! Now there's your saliva all over it!" Freddie yelled.

"You know you don't care to have my saliva in your mouth." Sam's expression looked annoyed, but I could see a little hint of smirk on her face.

"Eww! Gross, Sam!" A grin, Freddie, really? Are you kidding me? When you talk about something disgusting, you don't have a grin plastered on your face!

"Do you wanna say I'm gross, Benson?" Uh-oh, it wasn't fun anymore. Sam was offended, I could see it in her eyes.

"You were the one who said it." Freddie raised an eyebrow. Oh no, we're taking a train to Fight town. I wasn't surprised when I saw Sam's fist approach Freddie's face. I closed my eyes, I sure as heck didn't want to see it. To my surprise, I didn't hear any "Ow!" or "What was that for?" I slowly opened my eyes and saw Freddie smirking, holding both Sam's wrists. This boy doesn't like his life very much, does he?

"Let. Me. Go. Or I will make you."

"How, Samantha?"

"What did you say?"

"What do you mean, Sammy?" he said in a mocking voice.

"I mean THIS!" She kicked his shin. He was so gonna get it! I mean, Samantha? Sammy? He should see that coming. No one calls Sam this and ends up without serious injuries. He should know better than anyone on this planet.

Spencer came from his bedroom singing Firework by Katy Perry and holding a little monkey with polka-dot hat. Don't ask. Suddenly, he stopped singing and casually asked, "Why are they fighting this time?"

"It started with a Wahoo Punch and ended with a discussion about Sam being gross."

"Oh, never tell Sam she's gross."

"I didn't tell her she's gross!" Yay! Freddie returned from his and Sam'sworld! Sam took advantage of Freddie's lack of concentration and punched him in a stomach. "Ow! Stop it!"

"Why is she killing you then?" Spencer asked with a disinterested face while handing a banana to his monkey. How did he call it? I think it's name is Shaggy. Yeah, Shaggy. I'm not sure where did he got it, but he had said something about Socko's cousin Leo being a zookeeper...

"I thought you know her better. She always-" Punch. "Finds a reason-" Kick. "To hurt-" Punch. OW! Me." Kick. Hard kick.

"Oh. Have fun, but not too much fun." Spencer shrugged and sat down on a chair in our kitchen. Sometimes I wonder if he's aware of those three teenagers in his apartment. Yeah, the ones whose are trying to kill each other and the other one who doesn't try to stop them anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love those two monsters on my couch that practically live with me, it's just... I don't know, I feel ignored every now and then. It's like being a steak while they're a fried chicken. You're still kind of meat, but fried chicken will always get along better with each other than with you. You're just a steak.

"Sam, seriously, stop it!"

"No one will say to momma she's gross and stay alive!"

"I didn't say that!"

"But you meant it." She had stopped for a second and then continued to beat him up.

"Geez, Sam. What do you wanna hear?"

"The truth!" She seemed to be angrier than before. She seemed almost... No, that couldn't be. Is she- hurt? No, no, no. Sam doesn't get hurt. She doesn't care about what the others think about her. Primarily not Freddie.

"Oh-kay! You're the hottest, prettiest, most breath-taking girl I've ever seen!" Sam stopped. I smirked. Spencer got up from his chair and started to listen. Nice, Spencer. Now when they need privacy, you randomly show up and lamely watch them! Oh wait, it's our apartment. And I'm still here, too. Never mind.

"What did you just say?" Sam asked with a blank expression. I couldn't unravel how was she feeling. She didn't smile, she didn't cry and she didn't (which was the most likely option) beat the living crap outta him. She just lied on him without moving. And then it happened. Freddie cracked up. HE WAS LAUGHING! We should start arrange a funeral. Sam tensed and I would swear she was going to cry. But she didn't. She punched Freddie again. And again. And- you know where I'm heading with this. She couldn't stop him, he was laughing like a maniac. So she decided to kiss him. Yeah, you heard me. "That's it!" She planted a small kiss on his lips, but it was enough to make him stop laugh.

"If I'm gonna laugh, will you kiss me again?"

"Try me." Freddie smirked and pressed his lips against Sam's. The kiss was really intense. I could see the smile on Freddie's lips while he was playing with her curls. She grabbed a handful of his hair and he moaned in pleasure. What? I'm not a stalker!

"You guys are the cutest couple ever!" Spencer cooed. Sam immediately pulled away and shot him a death glare. Should I just shut up and let Spencer die or say them the truth? Why am I such a great sister?

"Spencer is right. I know you aren't a couple yet, but if you didn't notice, making out and hanging out are what couples do."

"Carly, don't." Freddie gave me a panicked look. I wasn't sure why, though. It's not like Sam was going to hurt him- oh, she did. When she stood up, she "unintentionally" kneeled on Freddie's lap – the area where it hurts. A lot. Freddie bit his bottom lip and shut his eyes. Ow. Sam put on her innocent look and smiled faintly.

"Well, that's not what couples do, right?"

And that's all for my attempt to make them admit they like each other. As much as I want them to be together, I don't plan on destroying Freddie's dreams about having a big house with large garden, beautiful nice wife, two KIDS and a dog. I point out the word "kids".

Oh, the staring contest ended and Sam seems to be furious. I'm sitting between them! No, don't hit him Sam! Ow! "Hello, I'm still here!"