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"Why do you always have to be such a huge dork?" Sam yelled to Freddie.

"Why do you always have to be so vicious?" he yelled back.

"Guy, stop-" Carly tried to cut in, but her attempts were drowned out by the two's arguing.

"I'm not vicious, I'm perfectly nice!" Sam exclaimed at the top of her lungs, lunging forward to try to grab Freddie and teach him a lesson.

"Ha! As if!" Freddie laughed, dodging the blonde. "You're just naturally obnoxious and rude! It's your fault we're stuck doing this in the first place!"

The iCarly trio was currently in T-bo's backyard working to build a canopy over his patio, since the previous day the three, well, actually, just Sam, had broken his brand new smoothie machine by throwing a meatball, which was supposed to hit Freddie, but he had ducked.

"You guys, come on, let's just finish this so we can get back home," Carly sighed. Her friends didn't seem to hear her though. Groaning in frustration, she grabbed each of their wrists, and dragged them over to one of the posts that was going to hold up the canopy. Sam and Freddie were so engaged in their fight that they didn't even realize where Carly was leading them, or what she was doing, until it was too late.

"Hey!" they both exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sick of you guys screaming at each other," Carly said, throwing the roll of duct tape that she had used to bind both their wrists to the post with. "So here's what's going to happen. You guys are going to stand there until I finish putting up this canopy, and then we'll see if I feel like letting you go!"

"Carly, you'd better let me out of here or I'll break my way through," Sam said, struggling to free her wrist.

"Good luck, that's half a roll of super extreme strength duct tape there, guaranteed to hold something down in hurricane strength winds."

Sam, seeing that she wasn't going to be able to get out of the tape, slumped against the pole in defeat.

"Aw, someone not strong enough to get out?" Freddie asked, mocking her.

Sam kicked him in the shin.

"Ow!"

"Man up. Jeesh, Carly just had to tape our hands so close together, didn't she?"

The way Carly had positioned them, the two were practically hand in hand.

"What? Afraid of cooties?" Freddie asked, rolling his eyes.

"From you? Shoosh yeah."

"Well, I don't particularly like having your hand touching mine," Freddie snapped back.

"Well this is probably as close as you'll ever get to having a girl hold your hand, so enjoy it while you can."

"Yeah, when was the last time a boy held your hand?"

Sam gave him a dark look, but didn't answer.

The two were quite for a moment, and then Freddie finally said. "Look, um, I'm sorry about saying that last thing."

"Yeah, well, guess what? You were right," Sam mumbled. "I haven't had any guy hold my hand since Pete, and that was almost two years ago."

"Oh…What ever happened with him?"

"He got freaked out when he found out I could beat him in arm wrestling," she shrugged. "He said it was cool if I could beat up other people, but he said it made him feel weird to be dating a girl that was stronger than him."

"But-you beat all the guys in arms wrestling," Freddie reasoned. "That's no reason to dump you?"

"Yeah well, tell that to him. Same thing happens with every other guy. You're the only one that doesn't freak out when I beat you in under three seconds."

"Well, um, I guess-"

"Okay, I'm done," Carly said, coming over to her friends with a pair of scissors. "I guess since you didn't kill each other, I can let you go."

She cut through the duct tape, and the two removed their wrists.

"Just promise you'll try to act nicer to each other, okay?"

Sam and Freddie looked at each other.

"Pfft, like I'd ever be nice to the nub," Sam scoffed.

"Why would I be friendly to a demon?" Freddie spat back.

"Uggg, let's just go," Carly sighed.

Sam and Freddie followed behind her. While she wasn't looking, Sam gave Freddie a small smile, which he returned. She then proceeded to punch him in the arm.