Sorry, I haven't updated in a week. Um, I had important stuff to take care of. And when I wrote this chapter, It just didn't feel right, so I scrapped it and started over. So, uh, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor. Speaking of fruits, I ate a bunch of tangerines yesterday and ended up with a bad stomach ache. Random trivia about my life. : )

I don't own iCarly. But I do own some clothes, shoes, this laptop, a gallon of Arizona, and a couple of books. And that's enough for me.

The following days were bliss for Freddie. Well, almost.

On one hand, he and Jenny went through a variety of firsts most couples goes through. They held hands as they walked through the halls of Ridgeway. They had a moment of PDA in the library which resulted in a detention. Jenny met his mother who naturally took a liking to her sweet nature. They found themselves hanging out often after school in his room under constant supervision by Mrs. Benson ("He was still her little boy," she had said.) When at school, they met between every class at his locker. Texts were sent constantly through class. Freddie was in what Spencer would call "the honeymoon phase".

On the other hand, Sam had become more vicious. His name was converted in forms he never thought of including "Fredtard" and "Freakwardigan". His arms and stomach were sore from getting punches that were given for "no reason" as Sam had responded. His things disappeared only to eventually turn up either bedazzled or in pieces. Now at first he thought that Sam was just being even more Sam-ish. That was until he noticed. He noticed something that used to be there but now it wasn't. After the insults, punches, and thefts, Sam had stopped smiling.

It was the end of the day and students filled the hallway of Ridgeway. Freddie arrived at his locker. He shivered. He felt as though someone was watching him. He quickly turned around and found that it was ... Sam that staring across the hallway, from her locker. As soon as he made eye contact, she turned away and started up a conversation with Carly.

Freddie sighed and turned back to his locker. His hand was reaching for the dial when Jenny's beaming face appeared next to him.

"Hey, Freddie."

"Hey, Jenny. Why are you so grinny?"

"No reason. Today's just a happy day is all." She leaned forward and kissed him.

For some reason, he chose that moment to peek over at Sam. She was staring again. No,wait. She was glaring. Glaring and...there was something else. Something that made him break off his kiss with Jenny.

She looked up at him, confused.

Freddie answered nervously. "Um, I have to get some books first, and then we can go. You want to come over?"

"Sure. Let me call my mom first."

Freddie dialed in his combination and started to open his locker. He caught a sudden movement in the corner of his eye. Sam was desperately dragging Carly towards the exit. Almost as if she had just committed a –

Jenny screamed.

Freddie once again burst through Carly's door. Except this time he wasn't jumping for joy. He was steamed. He spotted Sam sitting alone on the couch watching a man attempt to ingest a giant cake. He walked over to the TV and shut it off.

"Hey, I was watching that!" Sam then got a good look at Freddie. "Whoa, what happened to you?"

"What happened to me?!? As if you don't know. You went too far this time, Sam"

What happened to Freddie was that when he had opened his locker, a hose had been rigged so that it would spray tomato sauce into his face. Except it hadn't been any ordinary hose. It had been a fire hose. It had not only sprayed his face, but also drenched his entire body and Jenny's as well because she had been standing within a 2 foot radius of him when it happened.

"How could you do that, Sam?! I mean, I'm used to it, but Jenny- she- all her stuff is ruined. Her clothes, her phone, her backpack and everything in it! It's just- I don't even- A FIRE HOSE, SAM, A FREAKIN' FIRE HOSE!"

Sam looked guilty. She spoke in a quiet voice. "I didn't mean for it to happen to her, too."

Freddie was exasperated. "Why'd you even do it? Why do you have to be such a demon?"

Sam jumped up from the couch, all traces of guilt, gone. "Because you're such a dork!"

"Dork? Well, you're a fiend!"

"NUB!"

"SLACKER!"

"JERK!"

"SLIMEBALL!"

"DUMBO!"

"CRIMINAL!"

"DOOF!"

"MEANIE FACE!"

"CRAZY HEAD!"

"FROG MUNCH!"

"BIRD DROPPING!"

"HOCKEY PUCK!"

"Hockey puck?"

"I ran out of things to say. Anyways, you didn't answer my question. Why did you do it?"

Sam stared at him then looked at the ground. She once again spoke in a soft voice. "I did to help you."

"Help me?!? How in hell would soaking me in tomato sauce help me?!?"

Sam was still looking intently at the ground. "I wanted to remind you."

"Remind me of what?"

"I wanted to remind you that perfection wasn't everything."

"What's that supposed to mean? And where does you being horrible to me come into play?"

"I wanted to remind you that I was still here."

"I don't get it."

Sam looked up, angry. "DON'T GET IT? If you don't get it, maybe you should think harder."

Freddie was frustrated. "Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because you have to understand things from the way I see them. I can't just tell you or you won't understand."

"ARGH! How can I understand your point of view if you're always so damn complicated? Why can't you be normal and easy to understand? Like Jenny."

Sam looked hurt for a second then the fire in her eyes came back stronger than before. "SEE! THERE IT IS AGAIN. You're always so obsessed with normalcy. You want everything so perfect in your life. You want your life to run like a machine. You used to always talk about how Carly was the perfect girl. And about how you have this Freddie Benson Master Plan that you have to follow in order to survive. You did all this planning, and organizing, and I was sick of it. Until you started to hang out with me more. And you accepted me for me. And you started having fun. And I started feeling things. Then Jenny came along and you were back to dreaming of perfection. So I decided to remind you. That perfection wasn't everything. That I, someone who was not perfect, not normal, someone completely random and different, was in your life. That your life didn't come crashing to the ground, it didn't keel over and die. I wanted to remind you that I, an imperfection, was in your life and... and you were okay with that."

Freddie stood there, speechless. Sam brushed past him and left.

Freddie was in his bed. He stared at the ceiling. He thought about what Sam said. He thought about Jenny and Carly. He thought about how he used to think Carly was his perfect girl. He thought about how now he thought Jenny was his perfect girl. The pang that he felt on their first date came back. He thought about talking with Carly earlier that night and saying Sam will be Sam. The pang lessened. He thought about how Sam occasionally smiled and he always wanted more. He thought about how Jenny smiled all the time. He thought about how Jenny always looked at him with loving eyes. He thought about Sam's eyes and how they confused him with their multiple feelings.

He fell asleep, again, dreaming of blonde hair and blue eyes. Except this time, he was unsure of whose they were.

Sam's little speech was written at midnight and I'm unsure about how I present my thoughts. So tell me what you think of it. Reviewers are my best friends.