Conclusion

Carly had come to conclusion back when Sam and Freddie first started dating that they would be a strange couple.

She was wrong though; they weren't strange.

They were completely insane.

Even though they had been dating for months, they still acted like they always had.

Sam would prank Freddie. Freddie would call her a demon.

Sam would call him a nub. Freddie would roll his eyes as she shoved half a ham into her mouth.

They would argue about the dumbest things. Continually.

One time, she remembered, they sat on her couch and argued for ten hours straight about the proper way to eat Jell-o.

They argued about which apples tasted the best: red or green; about whether the season was called autumn or fall; about how many marshmallows were appropriate to put in one's hot chocolate.

The only thing different now was that once the argument had finally subsided, they two would wind up kissing.

"Hey, Sam?" Carly asked her best friend as the two sat in her room. "Why do you and Freddie keep fighting even though you're dating?"

"What do you mean? We don't fight."

"Um," Carly said, frowning. "Yes, you do. A lot."

Sam laughed. "That's not fighting, Carly. That's arguing."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, when you fight with a person, you literally hate them. You don't want to see them. When you argue with someone all you do is try to prove them wrong."

"I'm still lost."

"When me and Freddie argue," Sam sighed. "We're just having fun. That's kind of how we show affection. It's not like when Wendy and her boyfriend fought that one time. Those two actually hated the other, and wound up breaking up. Freddie and me wouldn't break up over an argument about whether Girly Cow could beat NugNug in a boxing match."

"Wait a minute," Carly said slowly. "So you and Freddie have never had one real fight?"

"Nope."

"Not one?"

"Not one."

"Wow," Carly said after much thought. "You guys really are a good couple."

"Well, that's because I'm in it."