Ahahaha. Here's a short little one-shot-thing-mabob. In this 'un, Sam is just reflecting on what she thinks about Valerie and Freddie whilst watchin' their little date-thingy from up in the iCarly studio. My first fanfiction on here... Wrote it as I was watching the episode for the first time. Took less than 5 minutes. I can keep coming up with more excuses for story-muckiness if you want me to...

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, iCarly, and everything else... Yup. I'm just a wittle girl with nothing to do with her life.

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

I want to mess her up. Mess her up good.

I mean, anyone stupid enough to like Fredward Benson is already just about as messed up as possible. It would just help to mess up her face a bit. Warn others of her mental ailment, you know? How could she seriously be able to laugh at his lame tech jokes anyway? Something is wrong with this chick's head.

I look back up at the TV screen. Look at her eyes! She's absolutely goggling at the dork! I wonder if Spencer put something into that spaghetti sauce... But that didn't account for her actually asking if he would go out... Oh, I can't even think it.

My point is this: No one is supposed to want to date Freddie. No one but me.

WHOA. Where did that come from? Not my brain. Freddie's a dork. I don't like Freddie. I insult Freddie. I like beef jerky, not computer-loving Freddorks. Spencer must have added a secret ingredient to our spaghetti tacos. Dumb Spencer. The man had gone and corrupted spaghetti. What has our world come to?

There she goes again, laughing at his jokes. Her smile's so phony, it makes me want to puke. "Go boil your head," I hiss, forgetting that Carly's right next to me.

"Sam? What did you say?" she asks.

Shoot. My voice cracks as I reply, "Nothin', Carly."

That's it. Nothing. There is nothing wrong with how I am feeling. I would have felt the same way (sorta) if I was watching Carly with some dude. I just don't want my friends to get hurt by anyone, right? Right. And Valerie will see Freddie clearly soon and go back into the mental institute that she came from. Nothing is wrong.

But I don't think I'll eat Spencer's spaghetti again anytime soon.