Disclaimer: I can afford a cup of coffee, not to own something like iCarly.

A/N: Thanks to the people still reading.

Freddie's pov

I feel fantastic. I actually feel way better than that but I haven't come up with a word to express just how good I feel yet so I've settled for fantastic which really only does an adequate job but what can you do, sometimes that's life. For the first time in weeks, I slept in late. Yeah, that's right. The whole morning blown past and now we're all halfway to Sunday. By the time I rolled out of bed, it was two in the afternoon and the apartment was all mine, mom having left for work a few hours ago. I went through the usual routine. Shower, getting dressed, making some waffles in the toaster, checking the iCarly website. All that killed about an hour.

So here I am, spinning around in my computer chair, staring up at the ceiling. The notion to go over to Carly's was already in my head, had been since I got up but I decided against it knowing Sam was over there. I know how she gets and I don't want to seem smothering so I just continue to spin. Gibby did say to call him if I wanted to hang out today. Eh, probably do that later. A deflated sigh escapes me right before I stop the chair and get up, reaching out to grab the desk to steady myself for a moment. Let the world catch up and stop going in circles but once I get that under control, I head out of my room and down the hall with intent to make it to the kitchen.

Everything is quiet and I hum lowly to myself to sort of break it all up. Moving into the kitchen, I head straight for the fridge. Pulling the door open, I duck down a bit to look inside. Few leftovers, yogurt, some stuff I can't readily identify, fruit. In the end, I decide to go with the yogurt. Grabbing said choice and the carton of orange juice, I close the fridge door and move to the island counter. Leaving the orange juice forgotten for the moment, I pull out a drawer to grab a spoon. When I make the move to rip the top away from the snack, I can hear something at the front door. Seconds later I realize what I heard was the lock being picked when the door opens and Sam comes strolling into the living room. The only thing I can do is shake my head.

"You here to take all our valuables?"

"Please. First of all, if I wanted to rob you, I could have done it years ago." She scoffs while closing the distance and coming up on the other side of the counter. "Second of all, the only valuables you guys have in this apartment are in the fridge. And even then, it's all mostly health food crap."

I look at the yogurt I'm eating and shrug. "Speaking of, you want some health food crap?"

"What, you kidding?" She pulls out a fatcake from one of her pockets, making quick work of the packaging "Nah, I always come prepared."

"Obtained at the Shay apartment?"

She grins while swallowing. "You know it."

"Where is Carly?"

"She went with Spencer down the street for art supplies little bit ago, they'll be back in whenever, pretty soon." Another bite and the fatcake is gone in record time. She pushes the wrapper aside, elbows coming to rest on the counter top while she leans forward. "What have you been doing all day, thought you might head over in the morning to bother us all."

I shrug. "Sleeping mostly."

"Hm, yeah." She inspects me. "You do look like less of a pile of crap but that doesn't give you the right to waste the day away like some kind of delinquent."

All I can do is laugh at the look she gives me when she finishes talking. "Well, maybe if a certain someone didn't invite herself into my room in the middle of the night and make me go out walking around town, I'd have gotten up earlier."

"Hey, no one dragged you out there with me."

"Uh, pretty sure you did."

"Whatever, let's not dwell on what was, we should move on." She nods in agreement with herself. "Whatcha up to today?"

Another shrug, I'm stirring my spoon around in the cup of yogurt. This is the second time she's asked me what I'm doing today and it feels like she's hinting at something but I don't want to take bait that's not actually there. "I dunno, Gibby said to give him a call if I felt like hanging out."

"Didn't you spend enough time with your nerd friend yesterday?"

Something about the disgust in her voice makes me smirk. "Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?"

"No, but is there something I should be jealous about? You and Gibby become a little more than just friends and forget to tell me about it?" She all but leers at me.

"No, Sam. We didn't."

"Because it's cool with me, I'm chill with that kind of stuff. If you want to go spend the day with your lame boyfriend, by all means go ahe-" The only way to shut Sam up is to surprise her. So I flung a spoonful of my yogurt at her face, splattering her cheek. Eyes wide, mouth agape in the slightest with no words coming out. Yeah, that shut her up… well, not for long. Her hand reaches up and she runs a finger through the offending substance to get a good look at it.

"Benson, did you just fling yog-" I go for broke and with a grin, I do it again. No surprise in her eyes this time, only a new frenzy. Her words were slow and steady, absolutely calm. "You're dead."

I make a move towards my left and she heads to cut me off from the other side of the counter so I switch it up and move towards my right with the same results. Okay, so maybe I didn't think my actions through to the fullest extent but what's done is done and now I gotta get either to my room or the front door. If I go for my room, I could probably jump out onto the fire escape and get out of dodge pretty easily but that also gives Sam the option of throwing me off said fire escape and right when that thought comes to fruition, the plan instantly becomes to head for the front door.

A second or two later, staring into her rampant face, I decide it's now or never. I go for a fake out and jump out from the right side of the counter, full sprint towards the door. Right through the living room, a jump over the coffee table and I'm so close to salvation. One more step and I can reach out, grab onto the door handle. It's around this point that I'm violently tackled to the ground, plunged into momentary darkness when my face falls flat into the carpet. I can feel her pushing all her weight onto my lower back while she grabs onto my left arm and twists it behind me in a down right painful way.

I lean up as best I can, turning my head to the side for a second to get out: "Ow, Sam! My arm doesn't bend that way."

"Well, you should have thought about that before. I'mma make sure the only way you can eat yogurt now is through a straw." With her free hand, she turns my head straight again and shoves my face back into the carpet and obscurity but I feel her grip on my arm lessen ever so slightly. And despite the limb shifted behind my back and finding out what our floor tastes like, I'm actually pretty comfortable with the familiar feeling of Sam on my back, trying to at least sprain something. This tug a war filled with quips and aggression was the core of our relationship since forever, I don't know where'd we be with out it. I'm shaken out of my thoughts when I hear the front door open.

"Uh… what are you guys doing?"

When Carly's somewhat bemused voice suddenly cuts the air around us, I try to lift my head up again to talk but Sam keeps a steady hold and I don't really get anywhere with the action. I guess this is Sam's way of telling me she'll answer for the both of us. "Freddie flung yogurt at my face so now I'm making the dork eat carpet."

Another attempt at lifting my head followed with failure so I just talk into the flooring, all my words nothing more than muffled sounds while Carly speaks again, bemused turned to just plain amusement.

"I guess there really is someone out there for everyone."

A/N: This is really a filler chapter. I've hit a block from this point, now not content with what I had before I lost it all so I'm not sure where I want to go with this. Hopefully something clicks and I can start moving the story again.