Sam chewed on the chicken, pausing as she felt someone slap her.
"Quit it!" she snapped, turning around to see Gibby sitting behind her.
"What is your problem, Gibson?" He shrugged.
"Gibby," he replied with a grin. Sam turned back to her chicken and took another bite, only for Gibby to slap her again.
"I'm serious, Gibby, knock it off!" she snapped, turning around again. This time it was Carly sitting there, shaking her head.
"What the- Carls? Weren't you just..."
"Gibby!" Carly suggested in Gibby's voice. Sam narrowed her eyes and turned back to her chicken, raising it tentatively to her mouth. As she bit down another hand appeared in the corner of her eye and she froze.
"Who is it this time?" she snarled, turning around to find Melanie.
"Gibby," the girl answered in Gibby's voice. Sam rolled her eyes and put the chicken down.
"What is going on here?" she asked desperately, shaking her sister by the shoulders. The girl smiled and took Sam's shoulders, shaking her as well.
"Hey, get off!" Sam said, trying to push her away. "Get off of me or I swear I'll-"

"-break your..." Sam trailed off and her vision blurred briefly before clearing to reveal Freddie's face above her. She blinked and he quickly let go of her shoulders, jumping back away from her.
"I didn't do anything to you," he blurted. "I was just trying to wake you up before you bit your arm off, I swear I didn't do anything." Sam raised an eyebrow as she noticed the red mark on her arm, along with the imprint of her teeth.
"Thanks, I guess," she replied with a smile. He relaxed and sqatted next to her.
"I just wanted to make that clear," he said slowly. "I know you're not a morning person. Or an evening person, really. Not so much a person at all, now I think about it." He grinned cheekily and she half-heartedly slapped his arm, but she couldn't help laughing with him. It was a moment before she realised that she was still in his room. Instantly her eyes widened and she glanced at the now shut window.
"Ok, hold on, I didn't mean to be here," she said guiltily, her eyes darting. "I was trying to get to Carly's, but I must've got the wrong window or something, and I would never choose to come into-"
"Sam!" he said, cutting her off with a finger on her lips. She paused.
"It's fine, Sam," he reassured her. "I won't tell anyone you were here, because I know you wouldn't want anyone finding out. You've got ten minutes before my mom gets up, so you can grab something to eat before you leave." She smiled.
"Ten minutes?"
"My mom has a very strict schedule," he explained with a shrug. "She gets up at the same time every morning, goes to bed at the same time every evening. It's... creepy." He shivered slightly and grinned.
"As far as anyone knows, I haven't seen you since iCarly. I'll see you at school." He opened his door and ushered her out. She grinned weakly and left, making a beeline for his kitchen.
"Don't make a mess!" he called after her. "She'll notice!"

The next ten minutes passed slowly before Freddie heard his mom's alarm beeping in the next room. He lay down and pretended he was waking up as the door opened and his mom poked her head in.
"Morning, Freddiekins," she said softly. "Time to get up..." She paused and sniffed, slipping through the door.
"There's something different about your room," she said slowly, looking around. "Have you had someone in here?" Freddie laughed quietly and sat up.
"I've been asleep all night, the window's shut and the front door's locked," he said. "Who'd I have in here?" Mrs. Benson narrowed her eyes and sniffed again.
"There's a smell of chicken in here!" she announced triumphantly. Freddie rolled his eyes and thought quickly.
"Spencer made some for us before iCarly yesterday," he lied. "You're probably just smelling that."
"Didn't you clean your teeth thoroughly before bed?" she asked, raising an accusing eyebrow.
"Nno..." he said. "I guess I forgot."
"Freddie!" Mrs. Benson snapped. "If your teeth aren't clean, you'll grow up mean!" He sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "I'll make sure to remember next time." She narrowed her eyes but nodded eventually.
"You'd better."

"So can you fix this thing?" Spencer asked desperately. The man studied the table and shook his head.
"Ooh, you see this crack here? That's gonna need to be sealed up. And this leg here, that needs work..."
"I know! That's why I brought it in!" Spencer cried. The man whistled through his teeth and shrugged.
"Well it won't be cheap, you know," he said eventually. "I'm gonna need to order in a load of new parts, and that could be five, six weeks minimum..." Spencer rolled his eyes and groaned.
"I'll pass," he sighed, picking up one end of the table. "Come on, Carrie, we're taking this thing back to the apartment."

"Aww, Nathan!" Carly said softly, nuzzling his neck. She paused as she noticed Sam trudging into the school hallway and smiled.
"I gotta go," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek before running over to her friend as she leant on a locker.
"Hey Sam!" she said brightly. Sam glanced at her briefly.
"Hey Carls," she muttered, before looking away down the hallway. Carly smiled.
"Freddie's not here yet," she said, causing Sam to roll her eyes.
"Because I really care where the nub is," she replied sarcastically. Carly laughed and pushed her shoulder playfully.
"Sure you do," she giggled. "I've seen the way you two are together. You luurve him." Sam snorted and rolled her eyes again.
"Carls, I love you but you're an idiot," she replied. "We both know I only put up with him because he's our tech monkey."
"A tech monkey you luurve!" Carly persisted. "You've been sleeping with him all week..." She trailed off and put a hand over her mouth.
"I mean, not like that," she said quickly. "I didn't mean-" She groaned as Sam smirked at her.
"Well if that's all you gotta say, I'm in the mood for lunch," she said. "I'll see you later." She strolled past the embarrassed Carly and back out the main door.
"...wait, Sam!" Carly called after her suddenly. "You only just got here! SAM!"

Sam stopped as an arm shot out in front of her and she looked up to see a grinning Freddie.
"On a food hunt?" he asked. He held out a bag and Sam eagerly grabbed it and looked inside.
"Ooh, hot dogs!" she said, taking one out and swallowing it in two bites. Freddie smiled and gently guided her back into the school building as she got through another two hot dogs.
"So you're buying me meals now?" she inquired between bites. Freddie shrugged.
"Just my way of saying sorry," he replied quietly. "I'll try to keep my eyes off your cute little nose from now on." He laughed as a small smile appeared on Sam's face and her face turned slightly red.
"Oh, shut up, Freddie," she said pleasantly, punching his arm. He just grinned back as Carly approached and looked between them.
"Hey guys," she said. "Where'd you get those hot dogs, Sam?"
"The nub got them for me," she said, flashing the brunette a warning look. "But it doesn't mean anything!" Carly smiled and winked at her. Freddie glanced at Carly and raised an eyebrow.
"What's this about?" he asked. Carly's smile widened.
"Sam's in lu-"
"DON'T SAY THAT!" Sam snapped, clamping a hand over Carly's mouth to silence her. Freddie raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk. Sam rolled her eyes and sighed, letting go of Carly.
"Carly's got some crazy idea that I... y'know... like you," she muttered. "Which I don't!" Freddie's smirk remained and his eyes stayed fixed on Sam as she glared back at him.
"I don't!" she snapped. "Stop looking at me like that!" She turned on her heel and stormed down the hallway, pausing briefly to pick up the dropped bag of hot dogs. Carly glanced at the still smirking Freddie.
"She totally likes you," she told him. He nodded.
"Yup."