AN-Hey, so I know iPear Store aired awhile ago, but here's an aftermath of that episode! Enjoy!

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Winning

Somehow, Sam knew Freddie would not have left the mall. He was bound to be sitting in his favorite spot…and sure enough, she spotted him sitting by the fountain in the middle of the mall. She sighed as she walked over to him.

"Hey," she said, sitting down across from him.

"What do you want now?" Freddie moaned.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Okay, somebody's in a mood."

"Well, generally, after somebody's dream job is ripped from them they get into a bit of a mood, Sam," Freddie snapped.

"You're job was not ripped from you," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, it was!" Freddie said. "And you were the one doing the ripping!"

"Me?" Sam said. "I didn't make you lose you job!"

"Oh really?" Freddie scoffed. "You completely ruined everything for me there, just like you always do! What do I have to do for you to just let me have something good in my life for a change, Sam? Huh? It's like your only goal in life is to make sure I'm miserable every second!"

"Hey, they asked me to work there, for your information," Sam defended. "What was I supposed to do? Say no, I don't want to make the money that I desperately need?"

"They only asked you because you're good at forcing people to buy things they don't need or want," Freddie said. "If they knew your lack of technological skills or your past job records, you wouldn't have gotten the job. But whatever, your little plan to take my job from me worked; you won."

"I won?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah, don't pretend you didn't take the job just to push me over the edge," Freddie said. "It worked. Your winning streak continues, okay."

"So you think," Sam said. "That I took a job at the Pear Store with you just so I could mess things up for you like I apparently always do."

"Well it's true," Freddie said. "What other possible reason would there be for you to take that job?"

"Well, maybe I wanted to-" Sam started.

"I know what you wanted to do, we've been through that," Freddie cut her off. He sighed. "Man, I can't believe you lost me my job…I was so good at that job."

Sam let out a laugh. "Okay, Benson. We're going to set something straight right now. You sucked at that job."

Freddie frowned. "That's totally not-"

"It is true and you know it," Sam said firmly. "You were terrible with the customers, you couldn't sell anything to anybody to save your life, and you just couldn't get it through your thick skull that some people buy computers just because they look nice; not because of hard drives and all that other chiz."

"I-well-you-" Freddie started. "Well that's completely irrelevant! You still knew how important that job was for me, and you knew that you being there would do nothing to screw it up for me! If you cared about me just a little bit you would've never taken the job in the first place!"

Sam blinked. "Why do you keep saying that?" she asked softly.

"Saying what?" Freddie mumbled.

"That I don't care?"

Freddie frowned. "What?"

"I cared enough to quit," Sam said, getting to her feet.

"You-You quit?" Freddie stammered.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"I-Well that just proves it, doesn't it," Freddie said. "You don't want that job if I'm not there for you to torture!"

Sam shook her head. "You're half right. I didn't want the job if you weren't there…but did you ever think maybe I took the job just to…hang out with you? Not torture you."

Freddie blinked. "And why would you want to hang out with me at my job? We hang out all the time."

"No we don't," Sam said. "We do iCarly together. We do things with Carly together. The last time we hung out just the two of us was when, well…"

"When we were dating," Freddie finished softly. "Oh."

"Yeah," Sam said, looking at the ground. "But whatever. If you're so against that, I guess we'll just keep it only me, you and Carly." She turned to leave. "I'll see you at Carly's place then."

"Wait, Sam!" Freddie started, but Sam had already begun to walk away.