Author's Note: Hi i'm back and i've decided to name this chapter after what seems to be my only reader, Kaitley. she has reviewed the most and keeps reviewing. she also has 3 very good stories, i suggest you check them out, it should be easy to find them, just click reviews and her name will probably be the first one you see. now, i don't know if this will work or not, but to get more reviews, i promise to rename this story after whoever leaves the most reviews at the end of the story.

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Chapter: 5

Fred walks down the hallway of Ridgeway high school. He is heading to his locker, when he hears a very familiar sound. It is a sound he had become accustomed to over the past few days, the sounds of Sam and Freddie fighting. He has noticed that the fights have become louder, stupider, and more violent lately. He rounds the corner and walks up to the bickering duo.

"Admit it, Fredly!" Sam barks in Freddie's face as she grabs him by his collar.

"Never, you can't sway my opinion, no amount of torture will stop me thinking this." Freddie says defiantly to her. Fred watches and notices a gleam in Sam's eye. When Fred first saw this shimmer in Sam's eyes, it was on the first day he'd met her, Freddie had just told her that he wouldn't allow her to explode his pants again on that night's iCarly. At first, Fred thought it was a warning that she was going to be violent, but has learned that she only gets it when Freddie stands up to her. It isn't a warning, but secret admiration and love for the boy.

"Say it!" she yells again and slams Freddie into the lockers behind him.

"No." he says through gritted teeth.

"What's the problem here?" Fred asks trying to be nonchalant, but the curiosity is evident in his voice.

"Fred," Freddie says with pain in his voice, "Be the voice of reason, end this argument cause I'm losing feeling to my spine." Fred walks over to Sam and puts his hand on her arm. She looks up at him and sees a face that says 'this will get you nowhere with Freddie.' She holds Freddie a few seconds longer deciding, and then releases him.

"What's the debate?" Fred asks as Freddie stands up straight and turns to him.

"Which are better, squirrels or chipmunks?" Freddie supplies. Fred looks between them with a look that clearly says 'Idiots.' After a few seconds of considering it he answers.

"Chipmunks, no question." Fred answers. Freddie grins triumphantly and fist pumps the air and Sam looks at Fred in shock.

"What? How?" Sam asks.

"Once when I was at a summer camp, my cabin mates and I went for a hike. On the way back a few of us ran ahead, myself included. When we reached the cabin we noticed that we had left the door open. We went inside and a chipmunk jumped from under a bunk. We all jumped a little, shocked that the little guy snuck in while we were away. Before we could stop him, one of the campers grabbed a broom, one of the old ones, made of wood and twigs. He took it and attacked the chipmunk, trying to scare it out, while it was running he slammed the broom down on it. It twitched and tried to crawl away." He pauses here and Sam and Freddie listen, consumed by the story. "It just wanted to get away, and he slammed the broom down on it again, now it was just twitching on the ground. And again, he slams the broom down, a pool of blood forming around the chipmunks little head. We finally managed to stop him, and then the counselor's arrived, but it was too late. The little guy was dead and there was nothing we could do." Fred finishes the story while Sam sniffles and Freddie holds back tiny tears.

"What happened to the guy with the broom?" Sam asked, feeling angry with this boy she had never met.

"We sent him home, then forgave him."

"How could you forgive him?" Freddie asks.

"We remembered that he did what he did because he was afraid, and would never even think about doing that if he was calm. We sent him home when he asked to be, he couldn't even face us. I'd want to be sent home too."

"Wow." Sam says.

"Yeah, wow." Freddie agrees.

"So, that's why chipmunks are better than squirrels, if it had been a squirrel, no one would have given a shit." Fred says with a smile on his face. Sam nods in agreement. Then the bell rings and Fred laughs out loud.

"Ha, now you two are late." Fred says gleefully. Freddie and Sam look at him astonished.

"So are you." Sam says accusingly.

"Nope, free period." Fred says even happier.

"So that whole story was a trick to make us late?" Freddie asks.

"No, it was a true story with morals, don't let fear control you, chipmunks are superior to squirrels, and don't argue about stupid shit in the hallways." Freddie and Sam walk off in different directions and Fred follows Freddie.

"You know she likes you." Fred says to Freddie as he catches up. "I told you that two days ago after Carly told it to me."

"Yeah, and?" Freddie asks. Fred slaps him in the back of the head.

"What was that for?" Freddie asks.

"For being and idiot." Fred explains

"Okay." Freddie accepts. (Author's note: 10 points to whoever remembers what show that's from)

"Now, are you going to tell Sam how you feel?"

"I can't." Freddie tries to explain. Again, Fred slaps him. "I'm getting tired of that." Freddie says angrily.

"Why can't you?"

"Because I don't know how she'll react." Fred moves to slap him again, but Freddie ducks and Fred's hand goes clear above Freddie's head. "Ha!" Freddie laughs triumphantly, and then Fred's other hand slaps him across the face. "Dammit."

"Explain yourself." Fred demands.

"She might not believe me, she might think I'm just trying to replace Carly, she might-" here Fred cuts him off with another slap. "Would you stop?" slap. "God Dammit." Slap, slap. "I'm serious." Freddie warns.

"What was the story's first moral?" Fred asks. Freddie mumbles a reply. "What was that?"

"Don't let…" Freddie starts off loud then mumbles the rest.

"I didn't hear you." Fred says and quickly moves his hand and Freddie flinches.

"Don't let fear control you." He answers spitefully.

"Good, take that to heart." Fred says.

"It'd be easier to do if you'd tell me what the rest of your plan was." Freddie spits at him, raising his voice

"You don't need to know, if you were supposed to know it, I'd tell you."

"What, are you too good to trust us? You aren't even talking to Carly anymore." In fact, Carly and Fred had been talking, and kissing, and cuddling, and anything else Carly could think of. They just didn't do it in front of Sam or Freddie, and especially not in front of Spencer.

"That's not important right now. Are you going to talk to Sam or not." Fred says changing the subject back to where he wanted it to go.

"Will you talk to Carly?" Freddie asks

"There's nothing for us to talk about." Fred says loudly.

"Then there's nothing to talk to Sam about." Freddie says, stopping in front of the class he was supposed to be in.

"Fine, if you won't talk to Sam then I'll just have to do this."

"What?" Freddie asks.

"15 minutes late, have fun." Fred says and pushes Freddie through the door and closes it behind him.

"Mr. Benson you are 15 minutes late for class." The teacher yells. Fred could hear Freddie bumbling for words and then the teacher's voice return with 'Detention.' Fred walks away satisfied. Now that Freddie refused to talk to Sam his plan would go off without a hitch.

(Time Elapse)

Later on, lunch had just started and Sam was on her way to the cafeteria, today was meatloaf day and she wasn't particularly excited to get in line. Also on his way to lunch was Freddie, who'd managed to talk Mrs. Johnson out of giving him detention. Carly and Fred were in place to intercept them. This was the part of the plan that neither of them wanted to do.

"Hey Sam," Fred says, when she gets near him. "I just saw Mrs. Briggs walk by, she has a wad of toilet paper hanging from he butt, wanna go see it before she notices?"

"Sure." Sam agrees since she really could use a pick-me-up, Geometry had not been fun. They walk together silently for a little while when Sam has a question to ask. "Why are you taking me to see this? Why not just go to lunch?" Fred looks at her out of the corner of his eye, and then looks forward again.

"I was going to, but when I saw you, I felt like you deserved to see something that would make you feel better." However, as he says this, the round a corner and see Carly kissing Freddie, who she lured there with the same false Mrs. Briggs Story, and Freddie looking shocked as all hell.

"Holy shit." Fred says surprised, as he rehearsed. Sam felt her heart break. Carly pulls back and looks at Fred

"Holy shit." She also says surprised, as was rehearsed.

"No PDA." Mrs. Briggs barks at them as she walks by and everyone turns to see a large trail of wet toilet paper following her.

"Holy shit." They all say in unison, shocked that the story was true. They all snap back to reality and Sam turns to walk away.

"Wait, Sam." Freddie calls after her. She stops and slowly turns.

"Why Freddie, you got what you always wanted, and Carly, we're not friends anymore." She doesn't care that this probably told Freddie that she likes him, but she doesn't know that he already does. She turns, grabs Fred's hand, thinking he was her only friend left and drags him away. He follows, not putting up a struggle, she needs a friend, and he's prepared to do that for the plan to work. Also, she really needs a friend and doesn't trust Carly anymore.

thanks for reading, i got the squirrel chipmunk debate from one of Kaitley's stories, and the camp story from me, cause that part was real. where was i... oh yeah, please review.