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Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or it's characters. I don't own any TV shows… yet. Perhaps one day.
RANDOM SHOTS
Sam's POV:
We had just finished a delicious dinner of Spaghetti Tacos. It was just about to come to an end, when my best friend, Carly Shay, stood up from the table and walked over to the sink and dumped her plate and silverware on top of the pile.
"I ain't doing the dishes!" Carly exclaims. "It's your turn, Sam!"
"Nooo!" I disagree. "It's Fredweird's turn, I did them… last month…"
"Sam," says the dork, seriously.
"Alright…" I groan, and slowly go toward the sink full of dirty dinner dishes.
"Good," said a satisfied brunette, as she made her way upstairs to take a shower.
"Since when do you listen to me?" Freddie asks, with raised eyebrows.
"Since, we're secretly dating…" I reply, slyly and sneak a quick kiss on his nose.
"No way!" Spencer squealed, much like a girl. It was creepy. "Give me the deets!"
"Spence, go away," I say, slowly, pointing to his room. "Now."
"Okay…" he replies, clearly disappointed.
"Where were we?" Freddie asks, wrapping his arm around my waist, slowly.
"You were going to wash some dishes," I say to him, suddenly handing Freddie a dishcloth.
"Umm, no," he says, throwing it back. "Nice try, Samantha, but it's your job. I'll help you dry."
"Fine…" I say, less than sweetly and then mumble. "You're lucky you're cute."
