AN- I got a request to make a continuation of the last oneshot, Fond, so here it is

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Sam ran a towel through her wet hair as she walked out of her bathroom in her pajamas. She kicked off her slippers, perhaps with a little more force than necessary, as they knocked over the vase her mom had won in yodeling contest in Vegas, and sat down on the couch to watch T.V.

She was still upset about the incident at the Groovy Smoothie. Sure, she knew a lot of girls started at Freddie; he was very muscular now, and every once in a while some iCarly fan would come up to him while they were out and ask if they could get a picture with him. That didn't bother Sam; but this girl had actually implied not only that she wanted to steal Freddie away from her, but that she could. The only thing that kept her from hitting her first was the promise she made to Freddie after he had to bail her out of juvie a few months ago to try not to get arrested anymore.

She wasn't mad that Freddie thought that she started the fight. She knew Freddie wouldn't hold it against her. The worst-case scenario would be that her would try to give her a lecture on how to behave properly in public, which she would of course have to cut short by distracting him with her lips…

She heard the doorbell ring, suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Who is it?" she called through the door. After a hobo begging for toothpaste showed up at her doorstep last week, she wasn't taking any chances…

"Freddie," her boyfriend called back.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, opening the door and letting him in.

"What, a boyfriend can't surprise his girlfriend with a visit?"

"Not when I'm in the middle of watching America's Grossest Scabs; what do you want?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry if my reaction to your little fight was sort of…harsh," he said.

Sam shrugged. "Eh, it's no big deal. I'll consider it payback for eating the last of your pie that Spencer made."

"Wait, what?"

"Never mind," she said quickly. "Go on."

"I didn't know that the girl had said that I would leave you for her and that she had actually hit you first, so I-"

"Hang on, Carly told you?" Sam exclaimed. "I told her not to! We shook ankles!"

"She told me while she was drinking Cherry Peppy Cola," Freddie said. "You know how Carly gets when she has caffeine in her."

"I'm still killing her tomorrow," Sam mumbled.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Freddie asked.

"Because, you would make a big deal over the fact that I got jealous."

"No I wouldn't," Freddie said. "And anyway, you know that there's no chance of me ever leaving you for any other girl. I love you, and whether you want to say it or not, I know you love me too."

"I know that," Sam said, smiling. "But that girl had it coming."

"Yeah, she did," Freddie agreed. "And you know what? If we ever see her again, I'll go right up and tell her that no guy in their right mind would think about dating her when they had someone as amazing as you."

"Can you remind her that I can pound her pointy little face in less than three seconds too?"

"I will," Freddie laughed.

"Good," Sam said, satisfied. "Now come on."

"Um, where are we going?"

"The Groovy Smoothie! Since that stupid girl made me fight her, I never got a chance to get another smoothie!"

"But you're in your pajamas!"

"So? T-Bo came to work in his bathing suit last week! You really think that place has that high of a dress code?"

"Fair enough," Freddie shrugged. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and him and Sam headed for his car.

"But just for the record," he told her. "You look just as hot in those pajamas as any other girl does in an evening gown."