AN-Hey, sorry I didn't update yesterday, even though I promised a few more daily updates. I just got my computer hooked up to the Internet in my dorm. Thanks so much for all of the good luck wishes, I love you guys!

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Intent

"Oh come on! Not again!" Carly moaned as her webpage on her laptop disappeared for the forth time in less than an hour. "The stupid wi-fi went out again!"

"I know," Freddie sighed, who had been working on his laptop next to her. "It's been acting wonky all over the building."

"Ugh, come on, stupid laptop!" Carly said, shaking her computer's screen. "Do you want to frustrate me? Is that your intent? Huh? Because it's working!"

"No need to you yell at your computer, Carly, it's not its fault," Freddie said. "It's probably stupid BU&U. You should call them and tell them about the wi-fi problem."

"Yeah, I will," Carly huffed, sitting up. She looked over at Sam, who was still working on her laptop as she listened to her pearpod.

"Yo, Puckett!" Carly said, throwing a cushion at Sam to get her best friend's attention.

"What?" Sam asked, pulling her headphones out.

"What are you doing on your computer without Internet?" Carly asked.

"I have Internet," Sam said. "I'm on the zoo's website. They're about to feed the lions twenty pounds of raw meat!"

"How can you have Internet, the wi-fi keeps going out?" Freddie said.

"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "Which is why I hacked into the wi-fi from the building across the street the second time that happened."

"You hacked?" Carly frowned. "Isn't that sort of illegal?"

"Oh come on, everyone does it," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, I wouldn't have to if your building's wi-fi wasn't so jank!"

"Hold on," Freddie said. "How do you know how to hack into the other building's wi-fi? That requires an actual knowledge of computers."

"So what? You're calling me stupid?" Sam snapped.

"When it comes to computers, absolutely," Freddie nodded.

"Hey!" Sam retorted. "I am good with computers, you know! I'm not obsessed with them like your nubby self, but I'm not a total idiot with them!"

"Okay, um, guys?" Carly said, hoping to break up this argument before it went too far. "Why don't we just go down to the Groovy Smoothie and use the wi-fi there? That way we can get online without any illegal hacking or-"

"Oh come on!" Freddie cut her off. "Last week you spent three hours trying to back up your hard drive!"

"So I'm not good with the lame system things, so what?" Sam shrugged. "That's why we have nubs like you around, don't we? I'm good at the important things, like hacking into security cameras to erase certain videos that could incriminate certain people."

"Okay," Freddie said. "So basically you're only good at things if they're illegal."

"Hey I'm good at plenty of legal things!" Sam said.

"Like what?" Freddie scoffed.

"I don't need to list them for you, Benson!"

"Um, guys, why don't we just play a nice board game?" Carly asked desperately. "We can play-"

"That's because you can't list them," Freddie said with a triumphant smile.

"Freddie, was that really necessary?" Carly frowned.

"Well it's not like you have any talent besides being a geek who only has his little computers as friends," Sam snapped.

"Okay, you two! Time outs!" Carly exclaimed.

"What?" Sam frowned.

"You can't give us a time out," Freddie said. "We're not little kids who-"

"Couch! Both of you!" Carly said firmly. "Now!"

Reluctantly, the two sat on the couch.

"Now," Carly said, taking both their laptops and putting them on the counter. "You two are going to sit there silently. My eardrums can't take the yelling. I'm gonna go up and take a bubble bath, and I don't want to hear any arguing, are we clear?"

"You know, one of these days we should stop listening to her when she does this," Sam mumbled as Carly retreated upstairs.

"Yeah, one day," Freddie sighed.

The two sat in silence for a few moments.

"I'm sorry I said you were stupid about technology, Sam," Freddie said after about five minutes. "I just never would've thought you'd know how to hack into a secure wi-fi server."

"Yeah, well," Sam shrugged. "I do...And I guess I'm supposed to say I'm sorry about calling you a geek with only his computers as friends?"

"Thanks," Freddie chuckled. "So, um, how'd you learn to hack into things? It took me years before I could even hack into my Boy's Camp server and replace all of the athletic activities with educational ones."

"My mom dated this guy who worked for the government," Sam said. "He taught me a few things, before he went to prison for hacking into the president's secure accounts."

"Ah," Freddie nodded. "Um...listen, do-do you think you could show me how to do it?"

"What? Hack into the president's accounts?" Sam asked.

"No," Freddie said quickly. "I mean...how to hack into the wi-fi across the street?"

"What's this now?" Sam grinned. "Fredward Benson needs my help with a computer?"

"I've been trying to get their wi-fi for months now," Freddie admitted. "Ever since my mom blocked every site except the ones approved by her Aggressive Parenting group from ours. But I keep running into this one firewall..."

"Hmmm, I guess I can," Sam said thoughtfully. "On one condition."

"Er, sure," Freddie said. "What?"

"You have to let me switch your mom's special low-fat, low-sodium vegetarian deli meats in her fridge with real meat," Sam said.

"Sam, you know that would irritate her beyond belief," Freddie said.

"Yup."

"Fine," Freddie sighed.

"Good, make sure you get a video of her reaction when she finds out," Sam said. She got up and grabbed Freddie's laptop from the counter and opened it up. She began typing a few things on the keyboard.

"Wow," Freddie said, getting up and looking over her shoulder, impressed. "You're pretty good, aren't you?"

"Gee, don't sound so surprised," Sam said. "It should be done in a few minutes. I just have to get past this one thing..."

Freddie stared at the blonde typing away at his computer. He would've never guessed that Sam would be able to hack something he couldn't. He wondered what other hidden talents she might have. He'd have thought after dating the girl for over a month, he would've known these things, but it seemed that Sam Puckett was still full of mysteries.

"I can list them," he said suddenly.

"List what, nub?" Sam asked, not looking away from the screen.

"Your talents."

Sam looked up. "Huh?"

"You're really good at making people laugh," Freddie said. "You're good at drawing, even if most of your pictures involve me being tormented, you're good at acting, singing, and dancing. You're good at thinking up new ideas for iCarly, you're good at ki-kayaking."

"Kayaking?" Sam repeated.

"Y-Yeah," Freddie said quickly.

"Dude, I've never once kayaked," Sam said. "And I hate kayaking! Don't you remember? I threw our phones at a kayaker that one time?"

"Oh, right," Freddie said. "I forgot."

"Yeah, well," Sam said. "Um, I think I got you the wi-fi now." She handed Freddie his laptop.

"Thanks," Freddie said. "I'll go back to my place and test it out."

"Whatever," Sam said. "Kayaking...honestly!"

Freddie hurried out of the Shay's apartment, closing the door behind him.

He couldn't believe what he had almost said in there, and he was thankful he had been able to make a quick escape before Sam found out about it. He unlocked his apartment door.

Still, he thought to himself. Sam might not be much of a kayaker, but she is one good kisser