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"Sam, I can't bake any cookies if you sit there and eat all the cookie dough," Carly said, rolling her eyes as her best friend licking the mixing bowl she had been using.

"They taste better this way anyway," Sam shrugged.

"But I promised Spencer I'd bake him these cookies," Carly said. "You know he's had a rough week. First he got rejected by that cute girl at the junk yard, then Socko lost his lucky shoelaces, he set his lamp on fire and stained his new white shirt with the ashes, and then someone canceled on a sculpture order."

"So? It's not my fault his life's going lousy," Sam said.

"Just step away from the bowl," Carly said, swatting her away. "I want to get these in the oven before Freddie comes over to do iCarly with us."

Right on cue Freddie walked through the door with his laptop.

"Hey Carls," he said. He looked over at Sam. "Hello, Sam."

"Fredward," Sam said simply.

Carly frowned, confused. Usually the second Freddie walked through the door, Sam would be rushing over to greet him with a kiss that would most likely turn into a mini make-out session.

"We almost ready to start iCarly?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah, in a few minutes," Carly nodded.

"Alright, well I'll go get set up in the studio," Freddie said.

"Okay, I think Gibby's up there taking a nap, so try not to wake him. He get's crabby," Carly replied. She waited until Freddie disappeared before turning to Sam. "What was that about? Are you guys fighting?"

"Um…yeah," Sam mumbled.

"Well what happened?" Carly asked.

"I-It's nothing," Sam said quickly.

"It didn't seem like nothing," Carly said. "Come on, tell me, maybe I can help."

"Er, no, I-I don't think that's such a good idea," Sam said lamely.

"Sam," Carly sighed. "I'm your best friend. I'm not going to judge you or make you feel bad about anything that happened between you and Freddie. I just want to-"

"I can't tell you!" Sam exclaimed.

"What are you talking about? Sure you can," Carly said. "Just-"

"No, I mean I really can't tell you," Sam said. "I-I don't know what we're fighting about!"

"Huh?" Carly said. "How can you not know what you're fighting about?"

"I don't know!" Sam moaned. "We were talking online last night and we started fighting about something and then I went to bed and when I woke up I couldn't even remember what it was that we had been arguing about!"

"Oh my God…" Carly said, shaking her head. "You forgot an argument?"

"Yeah, I know!" Sam said. "I've been trying to figure out all morning what I'm supposed to be mad at him for!"

"You could ask him," Carly suggested.
"Pfft, sure Carls, let me just go ask my boyfriend why I'm mad at him," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "He wouldn't use that as prime mocking material."

"Well Sam, if you forgot what you two were fighting about, it probably wasn't that big of a deal to begin with," Carly said. "So why don't you just go apologize for whatever it is that happened so you guys can move on and-"

"Apologize?" Sam scoffed. "Me? Are you new? He needs to apologize to me."

"But you don't even know what this whole thing is about!" Carly pointed out. "For all you know you could've been the one who was wrong in the first place!"

"That doesn't matter! I'm still not gonna be the one to apologize!"

"But-But-" Carly stammered, frustrated.

"This will just be like any of our other fights," Sam shrugged. "I'll wait a couple hours and soon Freddie will come and apologize and we'll be back to normal."

"Normal isn't exactly the word I'd use for you two," Carly mumbled.

….

Freddie headed into the iCarly studio, deep in thought.

It had almost killed him, giving Sam the cold shoulder like that and skipping their usual hello kiss, but he had to hold his ground.

He was mad at her, and he couldn't keep being the stepping mat in this relationship.

The problem was, though, that he didn't exactly know why he was supposed to be mad at her.

All he knew was last night while the two had been talking over their webcams they had had some sort of fight before they disconnected. He had gone to bed fuming but when he woke up this morning, he couldn't remember what their fight had been about at all.

But he did know that there was no way that he was going to admit that to Sam. For all he knew, this could be the one time in their relationship he had a chance at winning one of these arguments; he couldn't blow that just because of this one small detail.

How could I have forgotten an entire fight? Freddie thought to himself. Think Benson! We were talking about weird dog names…then I think we moved on to how smart octopuses were…ugh! What was the argument about?

He slammed the studio door shut, startling Gibby, who had been fast asleep on the beanbag chairs.

"What? I don't have anymore whipped cream!" Gibby yelled, jolting up. He looked over at Freddie. "Oh, it's you. Why'd you wake me up? I was napping!"

"Sorry, Gib," Freddie sighed. "I'm just a little on edge."

"Why? Did someone wake you up from a nap?"

"No," Freddie said. "It's just…me and Sam are having a little bit of a fight."

"So just apologize like you usually do," Gibby shrugged.

"No, not this time," Freddie said firmly. "This time I want Sam to come to me."

"Pfft, like she'd ever do that," Gibby said, rubbing his neck. "Aw man, I forgot to use my special pillow. Now I'm gonna have to see my chiropractor again."

"She will when she realizes that I'm not," Freddie said. "This could've been the one time where she was so totally, without a doubt, wrong that even she has to admit it!"

"What do you mean by 'it could've'?" Gibby asked.

"Well, er, I-I may have sort of forgotten what exactly we're arguing about," Freddie admitted.

Gibby burst out laughing. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard!"

"Yeah, and getting your replica of your head stuck in the toilet last week was totally cool!" Freddie snapped, silencing Gibby's laughs right away.

"Hey! That was an accident!" Gibby defended. "I saw it work on the Internet!"

"I just…It just must've slipped my mind, that's all," Freddie said. "But that doesn't matter. I can still get an apology from Sam, even if I don't know what she should be apologizing for…"

…..

That afternoon, while the teens were filming iCarly bits, Sam and Freddie kept sneaking glances at one another.

Sam found herself really missing her and Freddie's usual interactions. It was weird not having him flash her a smile between takes or telling her how hot she looked in her costumes. It was especially hard because she still didn't know why it was that she was supposed to be mad at him; it was as though they were just cold shouldering each other for nothing. But Sam wasn't about to say anything…

Freddie was having a difficult time too.

More than anything, he wanted to just drop his stupid camera and run over to Sam and pull her into his arms.

They had never gone this long being mad at each other after an argument. Normally he'd have apologized by now and patched things up and they'd be back to their usual couple selves.

Don't do it, he willed himself, trying not think about how good Sam looked in her cowboy hat. Not this time…Sooner or later Sam will come around.

"Alright, I think we're done for today," Carly said a few hours later, putting down a stuffed squirrel they had been using as a prop. "You guys want to go grab a pizza or something now?"

"No," Freddie said, not looking at Sam. "I'm not hungry."

"Yeah, um, me neither," Sam mumbled.

Carly looked back and forth between them.

"Okay…" she said. She turned to Gibby. "Well do you want to go get something to eat?"

"Sure," Gibby said. "But I can't do pizza. I have an aerobics class tomorrow morning and I can't wear my stretchy pants if I'm all bloated."

Once Carly and Gibby left, Sam and Freddie stared awkwardly around the room, determined not to make eye contact.

Freddie stepped over to the green screen and began taking it down while Sam sat down on the beanbag chair and pulled out her phone.

She kept glancing over at him every time her turned his back to her, and whenever she would look down at her phone, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at her over his shoulder.

God I hate this…Freddie thought to himself. Maybe I should just give it up. I mean, what if the reason we're mad at each other really is my fault and I should apologize. Maybe the longer I wait to do it, the more jerkish I'm being to her…

Ugh! I can't believe I've gone so being mad at him for something I don't even remember! Sam thought angrily. We haven't even kissed yet! We haven't gone this long without kissing in…forever! Maybe I should just suck it up and say I'm sorry. I mean, the nub always apologizes after all our stupid arguments when he was never really to blame; I should give him a break this one time.

Sam and Freddie looked over at each other at the exact same moment, their eyes locking for the first time that whole afternoon.

For a moment, they simply stared at one another. Then, simultaneously, they both opened their mouths.

"I'm sorry!"

As they said those words, both of them felt as though a weight had been lifted off their chest as they rushed towards one another.

Freddie wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I'm sorry," he said again, finally feeling whole again as he held her. "I'm so sorry, baby, it was all my fault."

"No, it was mine," Sam said, hugging him back. "I was being stupid about, well, you know."

"No, Sam, I was being stupid," Freddie said. "I shouldn't have let this go on for so long. I can't stand us being mad like that."

"Me neither," Sam said. "But seriously, it was my fault. I should've just swallowed my pride for once and said I was sorry earlier so we didn't have to go through this."

Freddie sighed. "Um, Sam? I have a confession…I don't-I don't even know what were mad about this whole time. I-I remember arguing with you last night and then when I woke up this morning…I had nothing."

He expected Sam to laugh at him; to quickly jump on this chance to take back her apology and tell him exactly what it was that had happened last night that did in fact make this whole thing his fault.

But instead, her eyes widened. "What? You-You don't know what we were fighting about either?"

"I know, it's crazy," Freddie said. "But I-wait. What do you mean either?"

Sam gave him a small smile. "I-I sort of had no idea what we were fighting about this whole time either."

"What?" Freddie exclaimed.

"I had completely forgotten about it when I woke up this morning too," Sam explained. "But I didn't want to admit it…"

"I didn't want to admit it either!" Freddie said.

"Huh," Sam nodded slowly. "Well…I guess this has officially been the dumbest thing we've ever done."

"We spent the entire day literally being mad about nothing," Freddie said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Carly's right…we are the most stubborn couple out there," Sam said.

"Yeah," Freddie agreed. "We really are…Hey, since we spent so long bing wazzed off at each other for something we can't even remember, how about we just forget about this and start making up for all the time we lost today."

"That sounds like a plan," Sam grinned, leaning up and kissing him.