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"Sam, will you stop sleeping and help me?" Freddie snapped. "This project is due tomorrow and it's barely started!"

"Well whose fault is that?" Sam yawned.

"Yours! I've been after you all week to help me with it and you always found some way to get out of it!"

"The idea was for you to do it without me," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"That's not going to fly anymore, Sam," Freddie said firmly. "From now on, you've got to start taking more responsibility with your school work. Next year in college, you're not going to be able to-"

"Okay, okay, spare me the lecture," Sam said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take this poster board and start drawing the battle field of the American Revolution," Freddie instructed. "I outlined exactly what you need to include here."

"This looks lame," Sam said, scanning the outline. "How about this? We make a haunted battlefield! We can have ghosts of dead soldiers chasing around the British guys and-"

"This has to be historically accurate," Freddie cut her off. "You find me an article that says there were ghosts in the American Revolution, then fine, we can do that."

"No need to get your little Galaxy Wars boxers in a knot," Sam said.

The two were quiet for a while. Freddie continued typing up their written report.

"How's the battlefield looking?" he asked. "Sam? Sam!"

"What?" Sam frowned. "I'm doing the stupid battlefield like you asked!"

"You're doing it wrong!" Freddie said, grabbing the pencil from her hand. "The Patriot troops were led through this valley, not this one! And the Loyalists were over here! Didn't you read that outline I gave you?"

"Yeah, and it said nothing about valleys so lay off, Fredward," Sam said.

"Well if you would've opened your textbook for once in your life and actually read something intelligent for a change you would've known that," Freddie snapped. "Man, you're lucky you're not working by yourself on this or there's no way you'd get a decent grade."

He turned back to his laptop and continued writing the research paper. After about an hour he finished. "Okay, I'm done with my part," he said, saving the paper. "Are you done with the battlefield?"

Sam nodded.

"Looks good, now that everyone's coming in from the right valley," Freddie said approvingly. "I think we're finally done. You wanna go grab a smoothie to celebrate?"

"Nope," Sam said.

"Really? You never turn down free food. Well, do you want to go and film a few clips for iCarly?"

Sam shook her head. "Nope." She grabbed her jacket and without a word headed out of Freddie's apartment.

Freddie frowned. Something was up. He turned and ran out of his apartment.

"Sam!" He caught her just as she was headed down the stairs. "You're not even gonna go to Carly's?"

"She's out on a date," Sam shrugged.

"Then where are you going?"

"I do have my own house, believe it or not," Sam said.

"Yeah, but you never hang out there," Freddie pointed out. "If Carly's not home you always come by my place and hang out over there, unless my mom's home, but then you drag me somewhere else."

"Yeah, well, I don't think you really want to spend time with me, do you?" Sam said simply.

"Wait, what?" Freddie frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on!" Sam said. "Are you really that clueless?"

"Um, apparently?"

"You've been a complete jerk to me lately!" Sam said.

"No I haven't, that's crazy!" Freddie exclaimed.

"Really?" Sam said, crossing her arms. "Let's see, you told Mr. Howard that I was the one who cracked his car window, you bought Carly a smoothie last week but made me pay for mine, and just now you nearly ripped my head off because I made some people come through the wrong valley!"

Freddie blinked. She had a point. He didn't realize he had been acting so, well, for lack of a better word, jerk-like.

"Sam, I-I'm sorry," Freddie started.

"Whatever, just forget about it," Sam shrugged. "We said-we said we'd go back to the way things were after we broke up, so I guess this is it."

She turned to continue down the steps, but then Freddie said, "But I thought you wanted all that!"

"What?" Sam frowned, stopping and turning to him.

"I thought-I thought you wanted someone more…abnormal," Freddie finished sheepishly. Hadn't she seen that; all of the times he had called her a name or picked on her like she used to do to him (and still did, though not as often), he was just trying to be more like her! They had broken up because they were too opposite, so after much thought, he figured what better way to try and win her back then to treat her the same way she treated him! After all, he fell for the girl that tormented him, maybe she would fall for him the same way.

"You-you were trying to be more…abnormal?" Sam repeated. "But why?"

"Because that's why we broke up," Freddie reminded her. "I thought…maybe if I started acting more like, well, you, you'd feel more, you know, compatible with me, and then maybe we could…"

He couldn't finish that last bit. He looked at her, with her long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes that got him every time.

"…could get back together?" Sam finished softly.

Freddie nodded. "Yeah."

"You nub," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I was trying to be more normal for you!"

"Wait, you were?"

"Why do you think I haven't been kicking your butt senseless for the way you've been acting?" Sam asked, showing a small smile.

Freddie suddenly realized she was right. Sure, she still was far from acting like most girls, but she had been getting in a lot less trouble lately, and her beatings were much more sparse.

"So-so you wanted to try and get us back together too?" Freddie asked.

Sam shrugged. "We did say we'd try it again; if you became more abnormal and I became more normal."

Freddie nodded. "We did."

The two were silent for a moment.

"So," Sam finally said, looking at her shoes. "Did-did we just get back together?"

"Feels like it," Freddie said, beginning to grin slowly. "But hey, listen, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want you to be normal, or, as close to normal as you could get. I-I like that crazy demon, you know."

"And I don't want you to be abnormal either, I guess," Sam said. "I'm going to need someone to post bail for me after all."

"So how about we just go back to how we both were," Freddie said, reaching for her hand. "I'll be the nubby boyfriend and you be the delinquent girlfriend."

"Deal," Sam smiled.

The newly formed couple stared at each other for a moment until Freddie finally mustered up his courage and leaned towards her, pressing is lips gently against hers. At once he felt the fireworks that he had desperately been missing from his life.

"Hey," Sam said when the two broke apart. "Carly's apartment is empty."

"It would totally freak her out if she came home and saw us making out on the couch," Freddie said.

"I know!" Sam nodded. "Come on, let's go."

She pulled Freddie back up the stairs.

Freddie laughed. He really had missed this.

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AN- Well, that's MY explanation for why Freddie's been such a jerk to Sam on the show lately, especially in ipear store. Hope you enjoyed!