Freddie's POV

I woke up early that day for some reason. I didn't need to check the calendar. I knew what the day was. It had been a year and I still couldn't get it out of my head. I dressed quickly and went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Yeah, that's right. Fredward Benson makes his own breakfast … when his mother's out of town at an aggressive parenting conference. I'm surprised she let me stay in the house on my own! Stupid over-protective mother. I wonder what she'd say if she knew what happened a year ago. I think she'd probably kill her.

After breakfast I went over to Carly's apartment, as usual. Sam was there and I did my best to act normal but I failed. Miserably. She was acting strange too though. But Carly informed me that it was because she hadn't eaten any meat that day. Ah, no wonder she had that crazed look in her eyes.

"Freddork." She muttered as I tried to glare at her

"Demon." I replied.

"Please don't kill each other, I can't phone the cops right now!" Spencer called from the kitchen.

"But you wouldn't phone them anyway would ya Spence? 'Cos then you might have a little 'accident'?" Sam called, smirking.

Spencer laughed nervously and ran off to his room, as far away from Sam as possible. Sam chuckled and went back to watching TV. I rolled my eyes, went to stop whatever Spencer was cooking (seriously, what was it?) then sat down next to her, smirking.

"Move over Fredlumps!" Sam ordered.

"What, why?"

She pushed me along the sofa with her feet then rested them on top of me.

"Hey!" I cried, "Blonde headed demon!"

"Carly loving dork!"

"Evil -"

"GUYS!" Carly cried

"Sorry." We both muttered, then glared at each other, ready to start another argument.

"Stop it!" Carly warned.

We both sighed and continued watching TV. Carly came and sat between us and for some reason I glared at her. She didn't notice anyway. We sat for a while then Carly jumped up and said she wanted a smoothie so we headed off to the groovy smoothie

Sam's POV

Calm down Sam! Act normal. Why shouldn't you act normal? It's just Freddie and it's just another day. Except it isn't. It's been exactly a year since …

"Sam!" Carly cried

"What?"

"What smoothie do you want?" She asked

"Oh, Strawberry Splat." I replied, sitting down across from Freddie.

'Did I tell you I knew your name …

But It seems that I've lost it…

Did I tell you its my own game…

This is not your problem…

I don't know if I'm gonna change…

Wasting time and another day…

I keep running away …

Even from the good things…

I keep running away …

even from the good things…'

"T-bo, turn that off!" I yelled. This was not helping! Why were the playing that song anyway? What, was it tradition to play that song on … this day now? Seriously? Is it still popular? Carly and Freddie looked at me questioningly as T-bo hurried to switch the radio off. I smirked , sometimes it was good having people scared of you. I ignored Carly and Freddie's looks and sipped my smoothie. They stopped eventually.

"So what are we doing on the next iCarly?" Carly asked.

I shrugged and Freddie rolled his eyes, "Would it kill you to actually contribute sometimes?"

I glared at him, "No but it might kill you if you don't stop bugging me!"

"Oh really, you're threatening me?""Yeah, pretty much." I said, smirking

"Sam you may not have noticed but I'm stronger than you now."

"Yeah, sure you are Freddifer."

"I am!" Freddie cried

"Wanna bet?"

Carly groaned, "Please don't." She muttered.

Freddie smirked, "Fi-"

"NO!" Carly cried.

We both rolled our eyes. "Carly!" I whined.

"No!"

"Fine!" I muttered. Carly smiled and got up to get another smoothie. I lunged at Freddie but he was to fast. He had me pinned down on the floor in seconds. My mouth was a perfect 'O'. He smirked and let me up. Carly was standing watching us, also smirking.

"You guys are so cute!" She said.

I almost did a spit take, "Cute!?"

Carly nodded, grinning.

Freddie rolled his eyes, "I've gotta go." He muttered, "My mom will be back soon." He picked up his bag and hurried off.

Freddie's POV

My mom wouldn't really be back until later that night but I just needed to get out of there. I shouldn't have pinned her down like that. We haven't been that close since last year. Urgh, I wish I could stop thinking about it. That stupid night out on the fire escape. I blame her for this. If she hadn't been so obsessed with getting back at me this would never have happened. I wouldn't have been sitting in my room, listening to music and trying to get the kiss out of my head.