Author's Note: one word for this oneshot: cute. Enjoy and review please.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or its characters. The end of the story.

RANDOM SHOTS

"I hate fishing!" Sam grumbled to her dad. "All you do is sit in a boat, throw a long piece of string in the water, sat around and do NOTHING! It's so boring…"

"I know," he said, with a hint of amusement in his eye. "That's why someone is waiting for us down where the boats are."

"Who? Who?" Sam asked, urgently, and also excited.

"You'll see."

Sam was jumping up and down in an impatient kind of way. The girl, being seven, hadn't learnt the art of waiting quietly and patiently. However, upon seeing a small yet familiar boy, she screamed and ran toward him, knocking them both into the water. Her father gasped, and went to see if the two were alright.

"You scared me!" laughed the boy, and splashed Sam playfully.

"I know," laughed the young girl, splashing him back.

They were so involved in their 'splash war', that they didn't see Mr Puckett approaching, and calling out their names loudly. Finally the boy looked up, and tapped his friend on her shoulder, who also looked up.

"Are you two ready now?"

The children nodded and immediately scrambled out and up onto the dock. They were soaked through to their skin. Fortunately, because Timothy Puckett knew that Sam and Freddie always managed to get into trouble (no matter where they went), he brought three spare towels. One for Sam, one for Freddie and one… just in case.

"Thanks dad," she says, taking the towel.

"Thanks Tim." Freddie says, taking the other towel.

After drying off a little, and because it was the middle of summer they didn't need that much, they got their boat and hopped in. Mr Puckett pushed off the edge and away they went. Out into the middle of the peaceful lake. Well, it was peaceful until two little kids came along and spoiled the serenity.

While Timothy fished, the children talked and itched to get back into the nice, cool, refreshing water.

"Go on you two munchkins," said Tim, with a grin. "I know you want to."

With no hesitation, Sam took off her flip-flops and dove in. Freddie took his shirt and flip-flops off and followed after her.

The man watched with interest at his daughter and her friend and continued smiling.

"Race you to the other side," teased Freddie.

"You're on!" Sam yelled and immediately started swimming away from the boat.

"Hey! We didn't say… Oh, never mind."

When reaching the other side, the girl waited and caught her breath from the intense race. She won, of course. Eventually Freddie caught up to her, also trying to catch his breath. It wasn't unusual for the two to have races like this, and it wasn't unusual for Sam to always win.

It was just the way things were. Just like her father, and fishing. He loved it. Her mother always said 'what a drag' it was, and the young girl agreed. That was until Tim started surprising her by asking Freddie to come along with them. Now, it wasn't so boring.

Back then, before iCarly was even a thought in their minds, and before they even met a brunette girl named Carly Shay, they were best friends. Samantha Puckett and Fredward Benson did pretty much everything together, until Sam met Carly and Freddie met Carly too, when she moved from Yakima into Seattle and into the same apartment building as him. But that was years away from happening.

They climbed onto the bank and lay in the sun, soaking up as much as they could. The blonde turned her head to look at her friend. He looked at her and smiled. She quickly stopped glancing his way and her cheeks went a little pink.

"Freddie?"

"Yes Sam?"

"Did you see James the other day?"

"James Grate?"

Sam nods in response and bites her lip nervously.

"No, I didn't. Why? Ooh, does a certain someone with blonde curly hair have a little crush on him?"

"Eww, no!" Sam replies, clearly grossed out and pushes the boy slightly. "But he was kissing Ariana… on the cheek!"

Now it was the boy's turn to be all grossed out. "Yuck!" he cried out, sticking his tongue out in the process.

"I know right? So disgusting. And in public too!"

There was a bit of silence, as the two thought about it some more, and simultaneously shuddered.

"Do you think they're dating?" Freddie asked the girl finally.

"Who? James and Ariana? Unlikely. The two hate each other. Don't they?" Sam questioned.

"Just because two people 'hate' each other, doesn't mean they can't date. Mom told me that." Freddie replied, quietly.

"How could she know? She's divorced…" then noticing the hurt on her friend's face, she felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound like that."

"It's okay."

More of an awkward silence, and the two friends could hear lots of birds chirping, and crickets singing.

"Is it hard?"

"What?"

"Living in two separate homes?"

"Weird, more like." Freddie replied, with a sigh. "I just wish mom and dad didn't have that huge fight over spilled milk."

"Is that all it was?" Sam asked, incredulously. "Well that's dumb."

"Tell me about it! That's why mom doesn't let me drink milk anymore."

"What do you do to get big strong healthy bones?"

"I eat lots and lots of cheese," says the boy and flashes Sam a big smile.

Sam and Freddie both laugh loudly, and then decide it would be time to head back to the boat and to Sam's waiting father. When they got back, he wasn't worried, at all, in fact he looked a little annoyed they were back so early, so his fishing trip had to come to an end.

Because the other two towels were wet, and Tim didn't want his daughter or Freddie to catch their deaths, he ordered them to sit together, and immediately wrapped the single towel around both of their shivering, wet selves.

"So," he said, while rowing back to the dock. "Did you kids have fun?"

Freddie looked at Sam, and Sam looked at Freddie. They both shared a cute little smile with each other and didn't say another word.