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"If you would've just kept your mouth shut, Sam, we wouldn't be in this mess, now would we?" Freddie said loudly as he and Sam entered the Shay's apartment.
"Oh, can it, Benson," Sam retorted.
"What's going on?" Carly asked her best friends.
"Well Sam and I were on our way out of the school today after we finished working on our class project with Gibby when Mr. Howard walked by," Freddie explained. "And Sam here just couldn't keep her big mouth shut and called him a Bald Headed robweed."
"What's a robweed?" Carly asked.
Sam whispered it in her ear.
"Sam!" Carly exclaimed. "Why would you say that to a teacher?"
"He was looking at me weird!"
"So of course Mr. Howard got mad," Freddie continued. "And gave her a weeks worth of after-school detention. And then you want to know what he did? He gave me the same punishment for not stopping her!"
"So you both have after-school detention? But we have to plan next week's iCarly," Carly said.
"Well, thank Sam," he said. "If she could just keep quiet for once in her life-"
"Hey, why don't you watch it!" Sam yelled.
"Why don't you shut up!"
"Freddie," Carly said quietly.
"Fine," Sam shrugged, looking shocked that Freddie had said that. "I won't talk to you anymore."
"Good," Freddie said, slightly surprised that Sam hadn't ripped his head off.
Next Day
Sam had stayed true to her word and hadn't said a single thing to Freddie all day. Freddie, having cooled down from the previous day, was beginning to feel bad about what he had said to her.
"Sam," he said for the fifth time. "Sam, come on, I know you're just dying to talk."
Sam said nothing as she took a Fat Cake from her locker. School had just let out, but the two still had to serve their detentions.
"Sam, please talk," Freddie begged as they made their way to Mr. Howard's room. She remained silent.
After Mr. Howard took attendance and gave everyone a five-minute lecture on why they were a drain on society, he left to go to the teacher's lounge.
"Sam," Freddie said once the teacher had left. "Look, I'm sorry about telling you to shut up. I didn't mean to be such a jerk about it."
Sam still said nothing, and began to doodle in her notebook as she ate her Fat Cake.
"Come on," Freddie continued. "I-I miss talking to you, okay. Happy?"
"Very," Sam grinned. "Knew you couldn't last one day without me talking to you."
"Wait; you weren't mad?"
"Nah, my mom tells me to shut up all the time," she shrugged. "Of course," she punched him in the arm. "You'll need to start showing Mama more respect."
"Ow!"
