iLoathe You (A Lot)
A/N: I was a little impressed by how happy you guys were with the last story, really. Anyway, this week I ended up coming up with something around five new ideas for this story (Including this one) though a couple of them are still in the "development process" in my head. This chapter shows us a glimpse of the Puckett household and, although it's a "freddieless" seddie moment, I really enjoyed writing about the whole "Sisters know all" sort of thing and this ended up really, really long. Hope it doesn't make you really mad.
iDon't Like "Q"
Summary: Melanie learns a few things about Fredward Benson and ends up learning even more about her twin sister. Set some point after the end of iTwins and before iMust Have Locker 239.
Entering the Puckett household while Melanie was visiting was like visiting a different place entirely, Carly thought as she walked into the living room right after Sam and Melanie. Unlike most days, there were no shoes thrown on the carpet, nor takeout leftovers on the coffee table. Melanie liked to organize things… a lot. The house smelled different too; Carly wondered whether it would be impolite to ask where all the raccoons were living now.
"Oh, man!" Sam complained as soon as they entered the house. "You messed everything again, Mel!" She threw her coat on the ground and Melanie picked it up with a smile on her face, placing it on the hanger by the door.
"It's called organization, Sam. That's how people usually do it, you know?"
Sam stared at her twin skeptically:
"You mess with this house's feng shui! Mom and I really work better living among chaos; just the other day, she couldn't find her dating shoes…you had put them on her wardrobe!" The way Sam said that, as if it was the most absurd thing ever, made Carly giggle and Melanie roll her eyes:
"Oh wow! The wardrobe! I'm a real riot!" She giggled with Carly which only enraged Sam even more:
"Don't you just turn around and giggle! This house looks so different, my cat hasn't come back in three days! I bet he couldn't recognize it!" Melanie stared at her sister, trying to control her laughter:
"Sam, I'm sure Frothy hasn't gone missing. He just couldn't find food under your bed and ended up having to go out and hunt like other cats do…" At this, Sam crossed her arms:
"No way he'd ever do that; hunting takes effort and Frothy hates work as much as I do!" She seemed a little desperate now. "If he truly went hunting then he's probably dead by now…Poor thing only has three legs…"
"And he's half blind." Carly pointed out (just because she truly enjoyed numbering Frothy's many healthy disabilities) which immediately made Sam lean on the walls for support. Melanie was still acting as if she thought her twin was overreacting when she looked up and spotted their mother - still in her robe though it was already 3 pm – on top of the stairs, an enormous cup of coffee on her hand and looking a bit annoyed:
"What are you kids arguing about, kiddos?" Mrs. Puckett was not known for her verbalization skills and it was even worse when she had just gotten out of bed.
"Mom, could you please tell Sam that having a clean house is a good thing?" Melanie said with a winning smile. Mrs. Puckett walked down the stairs very slowly in heavy steps and narrowed her eyes to take a better look at her children. She analyzed Melanie up and down:
"I thought you were Sam."
The real Sam exchanged an annoyed look with Carly who just smiled knowingly and shrugged. Melanie nodded her head with all the patience of someone who had known the same person for ages:
"Nope, I'm Melanie." Mrs. Puckett – and they only referred to her as "Mrs." because she insisted on it 'cause it made her sound more respectable – approached the three of them even more and inhaled the air.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear; my eyes are still not good from the surgery but I can tell you are Melanie now." She made a pause and looked at Sam to say in a completely different tone. "And you know why, Samantha? 'Cause she smells like someone who showers."
Sam scowled at her mom:
"Well, you smell like a putrefying corpse ever since you turned 35 and you don't see me throwing that on your face, do you?"
Carly's jaw dropped. She was used to Sam and Mrs. Puckett relationship for a while now but it never seized to amaze her how far they'd go to get on each other nerves. They then proceeded to insult each other more and more, louder and louder until the words they said were barely comprehensible. Melanie giggled and whispered in Carly's ear:
"They are so close, aren't they?"
"From killing each other?" She asked, shocked. Melanie waved her off:
"Oh, Carly, you amaze me!" She giggled on her usual girlish ways. "That's their way to say they love each other and bond, you know? When mom goes visit me at school, she keeps insulting me and calling me Samantha in the middle of the night, shaking my shoulders and yelling "I've wasted my youth and hot body on you! Get a well paid job now" It's like withdraw, really." The way Melanie said that was almost as if she was telling Carly about a toddler who was learning to walk. She sighed while gazing at her family. "Feels good to be home, Carly Shay, feels good to be home."
Melanie got in between her mother and sister and snapped her fingers at their faces:
"Enough, you two crazy motor boats!" Carly could tell she was having the time of her life. She then turned to her mother. "Mom, have you seen Frothy?" Mrs. Puckett looked confused:
"Frothy? Hasn't that thing died like…three months ago?"
"Died?" Sam shouted. "I told you to take him to the vet four days ago! What did you think I was asking you to do? Stuff it?"
"That was Frothy?" Mrs. Puckett asked dully and then became really quiet; her expression extremely like Sam's guilty face after eating something Carly had prohibited her to. "Well…I'll just go…" She didn't finish her sentence and hurried upstairs.
"You Monstress!" Sam yelled. "Get back here! What did you do to my cat?" She turned around to face Carly and Melanie. "Can you believe that woman? I'm telling you, if she did anything harmful to Frothy, I…" Before Sam could finish her line, a horrible high pitched sound was heard all around the Puckett house, making the walls shake a bit, followed by Mrs. Puckett relieved comment that came from upstairs:
"All clear! Frothy is alive and kicking, girls!" As if to prove her right, the second she finished her sentence, a fat grey and black ball came flying down the stairs, making even higher noises and ran right past through the Puckett twins and Carly just to get hidden under the sofa, black eyes narrowed and back fur risen, completely alarmed.
"Aaaw, Frothy!" Sam commented happily as if Frothy was the cutest thing on earth since the birth of the first baby seal. "There you are, you dirty little thing!" She then continued in a goofy voice:
"Come to mamma, Frothy. Come to mamma!" The cat went feisty and hissed like a teapot for a long time 'till Sam said in a very authoritarian tone. "Stop goggling, Frothy, or you'll never see your catnip toy mouse again!"
Frothy immediately purred and limped towards Sam's arms.
"Well, that settles it then." Sam's mom reappeared in the living room, completely renovated, her hair (that, this month had been dyed on an stunning shade of red) on a ponytail, with a smile on her lips. "And what's better: now I know why the hat kept scratching me on my date a couple of days ago."
"You thought Frothy was a hat?" The three of them said at the same time. Mrs. Puckett stared at them bewildered by their reaction and then smiled at them:
"Well, I had a date with a Russian man and I thought I should try and look good for him, right? When Sam brought me that furry thing I thought it was a Russian hat. Hat, cat and vet all sound very similar!" She took a deep breath. "Well, that what one gets for believing that devil would ever try to help me."
"You should try to help yourself, woman." Carly heard Sam mutter next to her and chuckled, she then spoke to Sam's mom:
"But…Mrs. Puckett, if you're having such trouble seeing things…Isn't it bad to go out on dates?" Carly fought a smile as the silly joke formed on her head. "I mean…go out on blind dates?" she asked suggestively. Melanie laughed, Sam glared at the two of them and Mrs. Puckett just stared into the nowhere 'till she snapped out of a trance:
"Oh! Is that you Carly?" She asked once she "woke up". "I thought I had heard your voice but I wasn't sure until I heard the smell of your sense of humor." Sam laughed through her nose and Carly scowled at her; she mouthed the word "sorry" but Carly saw her touching knuckles with her mom as soon as she thought her friend wasn't looking anymore.
"So, Mrs. Puckett, isn't it harder to date when you're not seeing well?' Carly got back to the topic with her eyes still focused on Sam with annoyance. Mrs. Puckett laughed:
"Oh, Carly, you're so young and naïve!" She was laughing so hard she held to hold on to her stomach. "Being blind is so much easier. It's like being guided by your heart only!"
"By "heart" she means the little radar she has in her head that goes crazy when she smells money." Melanie whispered matter-of-factly on Carly's ear.
"Oh." She acknowledged.
"Well, Carly…" Sam's mom's voice was now very suggestive. "Do you wanna stay for a late lunch? We are having the Puckett family's secret recipe tonight."
"Sure!" The secret recipe was actually a combination of microwave pancakes and three different takeout combos from Thai, Indian and Chinese food with barbecue sauce. The only reason it was a secret it's because no Puckett would ever tell you which combo numbers to ask or the numbers to the restaurants they called.
"Good!" Mrs. Puckett said, leading the girls to the kitchen so they could use the phone there. "So, tell me Carly, how's that handsome older brother of yours? Is he seeing anyone?" Carly tried not to barf. "I mean, I've always had a thing for young, tormented artists…"
"You've always had a thing for people with a y chromosome." Sam said rolling her eyes. Carly and Melanie stared at her, impressed:
"What?" She asked. "Every now and then, when I'm copying Benson's test answers, I absorb a little something or two."
"God bless Fredward Benson, Samantha." Mrs. Puckett said patting Sam's hair. "That boy is your only chance at ever getting into college someday." She grabbed the phone and gestured to Carly to close her eyes while she dialed the numbers. Sam touched Carly's shoulder to warn her when it was ok for her to look again and, as she turned around she realized something on the twins' mom she hadn't noticed before:
"Aww, how cute! Your mom has a tattoo with your initials on her neck!" She said to Melanie and Sam pointing to the little red heart on Mrs. Puckett neck that hung right above the letters "S&M". Both twins looked a little alarmed. Melanie scratched the back of her head:
"Hm, yeah, we are not totally sure it stands for our names, really."
"What could it possibly mean?" Carly asked, raising one eyebrow.
"We like to think it stands for our names, ok? Let's not elaborate." Sam said drinking water and feeding Frothy a piece of steak she took out from her pocket.
"Ok." Carly agreed without effort.
When the takeout arrived, the four of them sat around the coffee table and turned the TV on for a marathon of "Celebrities Underwater". They all ate from the boxes (to avoid having to wash the dishes later) with chopsticks except for Sam who thought chopsticks were very little effective on their work (that being grabbing as much food as possible at once), so she simply used a giant fork (that looked suspiciously similar to the one Freddie had bought along with his fake espionage pie a couple of years before but Carly decided it was better not to ask).
"Say, Melanie, you enjoying your stay so far?" Carly intentionally interrupted Mrs. Puckett who had just started a list of things she wanted to do with some of the male celebrities wearing swimsuits. Melanie smiled thankfully and then replied:
"Oh, very much! I had such a wonderful time so far, it'll be sad getting back to school by the end of the week." They both ignored Sam's comments on how not sad the experience would be to her. "And everyone's being so nice as well! You, Spencer…and Freddie too; Freddie is wonderful!" Sam choked on her food causing Melanie to glare at her. Mrs. Puckett took her eyes from the TV and said:
"That Benson is one nice kid, especially since he still talks to Samantha after all of the things she put him through." She poked her food with the chopsticks absently. "She once had the poor boy camping outside our house for a whole night! I was dating a cop back then, you see? And she used him to get past a whole line of nerds who were waiting in front of the mall…Trying to get copies to one of those dorky movies about the space…" She looked questioningly to the girls.
"Galaxy Wars." Carly and Sam answered at the same time.
"Yeah, that." Mrs. Puckett nodded. "Sam bought all of the copies the store had…" She glared at Sam. "You'd think she'd use her money for something more useful." Sam made a face:
"If you guys had seen the dork's face when I appeared surrounded by cops and got all the copies, you'd know just how useful my money is." The other three rolled her eyes at her.
"Anyway, I was out that night and Sam made Benson sleep in a tent outside our house…"
"He was already in a tent in front of the mall! It's not like I stole him from the comfort of his own house or anything!" Mrs. Puckett ignored her daughter's remarks and continued:
"Next thing I know, it's early morning, I'm parking the car and I see this tiny little boy – cause back then he was hardly as tall as he is now – trying to get out from a tent that was covered by at least twenty wild raccoons."
Melanie took her hand to her lips:
"Oh my Gosh! Poor Freddie!"
Sam chuckled modestly, as if she had just heard a compliment:
"I poured honey and nuts on the tent while he was asleep!"
"Sam!" Melanie exclaimed in shock.
"Oh, get over it. He's still alive, isn't he? Besides, it's not like he had an immunologic system until he met me! His mom was always so overprotective that boy had never faced one illness 'till he met. He should thank me; I made him stronger!"
"As Hitler made the Jewish people tougher." Carly added in a sarcastic mutter, rolling her eyes.
"Don't get clever on me now, Shay." Sam told her with a glare.
"Nah, I'll have to agree with Samantha on that one…" Mrs. Puckett added, looking very pensive. "That Marissa is one big bawl of insane ice cream with freak out cashew nuts on top of it. She keeps calling me all the time, complaining about Sam's manners and Sam's actions. Look, I know Samantha is a walking death threat but I got used to it, right? We should learn to accept people as they are, ain't I right?" Sam nodded in agreement vehemently. "I'm tired of having to pick up the phone whenever she calls and listen to her awfully nasal voice complaining about stupid things like "Oh, hey, your daughter just punched my little Fredward's face." And "Oh, Samantha just threw Freddie out of a flying plane in Japan! You better ground her!"" Mrs. Puckett rolled her eyes. "The boy had parachutes, it's not like he was going to die or anything!"
Carly and Melanie exchanged a horrified look before staring at Sam and her mother nodding in agreement to each other with their mouths full.
"Well…" Melanie tried cutting the silence. "No wonder Freddie had such a hard time believing I wasn't Sam tricking him into believing I was her twin."
"He didn't believe you had a sister?" Mrs. Puckett asked Sam. "But he's been here before; there are pictures of Mel everywhere."
"He thought they were pictures of me."
"How come? You and Sam are nothing alike."
"Mom…"
"Yeah?"
"I'm Sam."
"Oh." Mrs. Puckett seemed confused but then corrected herself. "You and Melanie are nothing alike." Sam and Melanie rolled their eyes at the same time.
"Anyway, poor Freddie kept trying to make me "admit" I was Sam." Melanie told them. "He held my hand and said "C'mon, give up now, Sam" and he asked me to dance and when I told him I would love to, I swear to you, he looked as if he was going to puke."
"I'm going to puke." Sam pointed it out but both Carly and Mrs. Puckett were too absorbed in Melanie's tale to pay any attention to that.
"And you danced with him?" Mrs. Puckett asked.
"Oh man! The images in my head right now! The images in my head!" Carly pointed out laughing, having what felt like the best time in her life, jumping up and down on her seat. "Go ahead, Melanie. Did you dance with Freddie?"
"Of course I did." Sam started making faces as if her food tasted funny. "A slow song."
"That's it. It has finally happened: I'm out of appetite." Sam said pushing her box of food away. "This conversation has absolutely ruined my appetite." Mrs. Puckett barely listened to her and, without taking her eyes from Melanie she patted Sam on the head:
"Good for you, dear, now shush, Mommy is talking to Sam."
"It's Melanie!" Sam pointed out angrier than before. "I'd never do any of these things!"
"Sure…" Mrs. Puckett wasn't even acknowledging her anymore. Sam crossed her arms and left out an angry sigh.
"Anyway, to prove my point, I told Freddie: "Well, would Sam do this?" and then I kissed him."
"You kissed him?" Mrs. Puckett asked completely psyched.
"Oh my God! Freddie must have had a seizure!" Carly exclaimed half laughing, half shocked.
"You said my name right before you got anywhere near Benson's lips? I don't ever want to see you again!" Sam protested pulling out her own hair in anger.
"Well, I think your sister did well!" Mrs. Puckett told Sam. "I didn't have much faith in that boy before but he done a great job growing up…"
"What's wrong with this family?" Sam stood up indignantly waving her hands in the air dramatically. Melanie stared at her with a knowing smile and a raised eyebrow:
"You are one to talk, aren't you Sam? 'Cause when I kissed Freddie, he…"
Before Melanie finished her line, Frothy – who had been licking Sam's giant fork on the floor – suddenly flew through the coffee table in a desperate rush, hissing and turning Sam's food all over Carly.
"Oh no, Carls!" Sam said with a desperate look. "There's guacamole all over your new shirt!"
"There's guacamole in this?" Carly asked staring at her lunch box. All three Pucketts exchanged worried glances:
"Please, pretend you never heard that." Melanie said and Carly nodded. Sam got on her knees and grabbed a napkin:
"Oh man, we need to wash this or else it will be stained forever. Right, mom?" She turned to Mrs. Puckett who just shrugged and drank soda from her bottle:
"You ask me like I have ever done any laundry work in my life…"
"There's some in your hair as well, Carls." Melanie said. "Come with me, I'll get you a clean set of clothes while you take a shower." Carly looked a little concerned so Melanie smiled reassuringly. "You can use my bathroom."
"Thanks!" She looked very comforted before following Melanie upstairs. Mrs. Puckett looked around her messy living room and sighed before turning to Sam and speaking:
"It almost looks like home again now, doesn't it?" Sam nodded. "Good. Now, clean the guacamole from the carpet before it stains, will you?"
"Why me?" Sam asked. "You're the mother!"
"Exactly." Mrs. Puckett said lying on the couch and kicking her fluffy pink slippers away. "And as far I remember; you didn't spend nine hours on a bus giving birth to two huge headed blond twins, did you, Samantha? Now, please, start cleaning. Mummy needs a nap." And she immediately closed her eyes and started snoring.
"Merciless Monster." Sam whispered as she went towards the kitchen for a bucket of bleach to throw at the carpet (the stain would go away and she wouldn't have to scrub, right? What could go wrong?).
"Carly is showering." Melanie's voice came from behind her. "And please tell me you're not thinking about using bleach on the carpet."
"I won't tell you, then." Sam answered but didn't stop filling the bucket. Melanie sighed and started collecting the really effective cleaning material:
"Forget it, Sam. I'll clean the carpet for you."
"If you insist." She let go of the bucket at once and started walking out of the kitchen immediately but her twin grabbed her before she could move any further.
"Wait a minute there, Sam. I want to talk to you."
"Well, that makes one of us." Sam answered trying to let go of her sister's hold though she knew that, although being girly, when Melanie truly wanted to, she could be just as strong as her. Eventually, she stopped struggling. "What do you want, Melanie?" She finally asked grumpily, making Melanie smirk.
"Good." She said. "Sit down." She pointed towards the kitchen table and Sam obeyed her. They stood there in silence as Melanie mixed the cleaning products.
"Well?" Sam insisted. "I don't have all day!"
Melanie assumed a dreamy look and sighed:
"Do you remember that boy Charlie that used to live here on the neighborhood back when we were three?"
"Sure." Sam replied resting her chins on her hands. "What about him?"
"Oh, nothing really." Melanie answered. "I was just thinking about the two of you and how you were so cute, holding hands while we played in the sandbox… And how you used to tell everyone he was your boyfriend and then, when he wasn't looking, you put mud on his food and buried his favorite toys, remember that?" Sam sighed impatiently:
"Jeez, I wonder where you wanna get with this conversation, Melanie…" Sam mocked her. "Let me guess what your next line will be!" She said in a stupid sounding high voice. ""There's a thin line between love and hate", right? Well, if that's it then let me be the first to throw cold water on your dreams: no matter how thin the line is, Benson and I are so far from it on the hate side that we can see those mirage heat waves when we take a look at the horizon."
Melanie giggled happily and shook her head:
"You're so cute when you act all defensive." She placed her own chin on her hands as well. "But that's not why I want to talk to you."
"Then what?" Sam raised an eyebrow and she immediately realized that was the wrong move 'cause Melanie's smirk became so proud she was suddenly very aware they were twins.
"Oh, I don't know…" Mel smiled. "It's just that…I could swear I saw your foot stepping on Frothy's tail right before he dropped your food all over Carly." Sam avoided her sister's eyes. "I almost thought it happened on purpose but that wouldn't make sense, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Melanie."
"And then…" She went on, ignoring Sam. "I remembered something funny about my date with Freddie and that I was about to comment with Carly and then I wondered, why would Sam not want me to tell what I know to Carls? Carls and Sam don't have any secrets, right?"
"Melanie…"
"You know what Freddie told me after I kissed him, Sam?" Sam didn't answer; she was too focused carving her nails on the wooden table as to stop her from hitting her sister. "He said: You promised me we would never do that..." Melanie made a calculated pause. "…again."
Sam moved her hands through the table and her nails left marks on it that would make Wolverine scared:
"Stupid Benson…" Sam muttered. When she looked up, Melanie's evil smirk had disappeared and she was back to her giggly, bubbly looking self, her fingertips barely covering her dropped jaw.
"You seriously did kiss Freddie?" She squealed making Sam wince. "You have to tell me it all!"
"No, I don't!"
"Of course you do, I'm your sister!" She said in a persuasive tone that was ineffective. "And if you don't tell me, I'll just ask Carly, how's that?"
Sam's jaw dropped in shock.
"You're…kidding me." Her eyes narrowed in anger and Melanie crossed her arms, determined:
"I'm serious, Samantha." She stood up. "I'd ask Freddie, of course, but he's been running away from me so I think I'll have to ask for Carly to ask him or something…" She started walking slowly out of the kitchen. "How do you think she'll react over the fact that you didn't tell her anything?" Melanie stopped on her heels. "By the way, why didn't you tell her?"
Sam stared at her own knees feeling her breathing fail her. She tried to keep calm mostly because she knew she'd be in big trouble if she hit Melanie and she got sent to a hospital. Being grounded would be ok but she was afraid the doctors would ask her sister to rest and then she'd be stuck in the same house as her for even more time.
"I didn't tell Carly 'cause it's none of her business."
"What you mean is none of her business?" Melanie asked sitting on the chair next to Sam's. "You're her two best friends! She'd like to know the two of you made out."
"We did NOT make out, Melanie. Please don't ever say that again." Sam turned green. "It makes me woozy." She took one last look at her sister's face and gave up looking down:
"Look, Melanie, I know you got all worked up over me and Freddork but don't be, it wasn't as important as you think. I went too far on a prank and told everyone about how he had never kissed anyone and so the whole school – and basically everyone else in the world that owned a computer and was watching iCarly that day – started mocking him for it." Melanie looked reprovingly at her sister:
"Sam!"
"I know, I know." She waved her off. "Well, then Carly told me I had been really, really off, so I was a little guilty and told everyone I hadn't kissed anyone either so they shouldn't mock Freddie for it, that they should mock me, instead, if they had the guts…" Melanie left out a throaty squeal escape from her lips. "And so, after the show, I went looking for Freddie who had watched the webcast from his house and we talked and we agreed it was stupid to get so worried about such a silly thing and then we…"
"Oh…my…God." Melanie's voice was barely a whisper and she was smiling from ear to ear.
"…Decided it was better to just get it out of the way at once and then go back to hating each other; the end! See? I told you it wasn't important." Sam finished and raised her eyes from her knees at once just to find her sister in absolute joy. "What? Why are you looking so weird at me like this?"
"You were each other's…first kiss?"
"Why are your eyes sparkling like that, Melanie?" Sam sounded a little scared.
"That's so…cute!"
"WHAT?"
Melanie threw her arms around her twin, squeezing her as strong as she could while Sam struggled and slapped her arms. She squeaked and yelled in her girlish voice kissing Sam's head.
"Can you believe when I left for school you were still breaking boys' thumbs for asking you out?"
"Mel, Mel…let me go! Let me go before I kill you…Melanie!"
"Uh…what's going on here?" Carly appeared on the kitchen, her dirty clothes on her hands, wearing one of Sam's shirts and jeans.
"My awful sister is trying to bond with me against my will!" Sam replied and Melanie finally let go of her and grabbed Carly's clothes from her hands:
"I'll wash these for you, Carls."
"No, don't worry, Melanie. Spencer just called; turns out he set fire to his hair again and now I have to hurry home and consol him."
"Oh my, is he hurt?" Melanie asked, worried.
"No, not really. He's just really into his hair." Carly shrugged. "Sam, you come with me?"
"Sure." Sam answered standing up. She tried to follow Carly out of kitchen but Melanie held her once again. She rolled her eyes at her. "Now what, Melrose?"
With a final smile, Melanie whispered in her ear:
"You know, sis, there truly is one very thin like between love and hate."
Sam glared at her. Melanie was the worst type of person in the world: she looks and acts innocent but, in the end of the day, she's just as vicious as any other Puckett who has ever lived: manipulative, troublemaker and down right evil. Kinda like "Q" is just an "O" with a fancy tail. No matter how much "Q" calls himself a consonant, it's still just a vowel with a snobby attitude.
"I hate you!" She told Melanie with narrowed eyes but she only smiled and kissed Sam's cheek.
"And I hate you too, Sam."
Sam walked out of the kitchen to find Carly next to the door, grabbing their coats.
"You look upset." Her best friend pointed out as Sam rubbed her cheek vehemently trying to clean Melanie's DNA from it (even though Freddie's tests had also taught her that, since they were twins, she couldn't exactly erase Melanie's DNA from her). "Did something happen?"
"No, not really." She answered absently. "I'm just thinking about how much I hate "Q"."
A/N: Long and useless? Well, maybe yes, lol. But I wanted to explore the Melanie and Sam sorta thing. I just think that, living alone and being so different from the rest of her family, Melanie would see things in a "big sister" sort of way. I also really liked to write about Mrs. Puckett, I guess. I'm not decided on which episode should come next but I think it'll be set during "iQuit iCarly"'cause it'll be a good romance balance since this one lacked a little on the romantic side. :} Please, review! And, hm, if you don't get the S&M joke...please don't google it. lol