A/N: I do not own iCarly, because if I did, Sam and Freddie would be happily in love already.
Please review because it will make me want to write faster
Sam's POV
As soon as the nub grabbed a jacket we walked outside and I immediately regretted not getting one myself. It was freezing and I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from shivering. Fredweird looked at me, concerned. "You cold Sam?" I shook my head and blew my bangs out of my eyes. "Yeah you are. Here use mine." Before I could protest, he had placed his jacket on my shoulders. I was about to knock it off but I was so cold that there was no use. "Uhh…thanks." "No problem." He shrugged. We walked for a bit in awkward silence, and all I could think about was how I had ended up like this. 2 years ago, if Fredork had even thought of asking me to go somewhere with him, I would have beaten him to a pulp. I don't know why, but lately hurting Freddie didn't give me as much pleasure as it used to.
"Hey Sam?" Freddie shifted his eyes from the ground to me.
"Yeah?"
"Umm... How come you're not hitting me right now? Sorry if it's a weird question."
I laughed and punched him in the arm. "That better?"
Freddie broke out in a grin. "Much."
"You're such a nub Fredward."
"I know but you love me."
My face turned red and we fell silent again.
"What I meant by that is… Well you love me as a friend right? I didn't mean for it to come out that way…this is awkward."
I decided to shrug it off. "You should really think before you speak." Freddie chuckled. "You're one to talk Sam."
I punched him again and death glared him. "You're so gonna get it tech boy." He broke out into a sprint and I chased after him, both of us laughing until we reached the store.
"FAT CAKES!" I shouted and raced inside, pushing Freddie out of the way.
"Ouch! Sam!" He rubbed his arm, looking sheepish.
"You of all people should know better than to come between mama and her fat cakes." I didn't wait for a response before I raced inside the store.
Freddie was close behind me and was just about to grab a soda when his cell phone rang.
"Hello? Oh hey Carles. Yeah I'm at the store. Yes Sam's with me. No, she hasn't killed me yet. It's fine. We're actually having fun." He smiled at me and my face turned red again.
"Yes, I'll tell her. And no, I'm not doing that. Why?" Freddie lowered his voice to a whisper and turned away from me. "She'll break every bone in my body! That's why! Anyways I gotta go. Bye." He closed his cell phone and turned to me. "Why would I break every bone in your body?" "No reason." Freddie said quickly and grabbed his soda. "Now hurry up and get your fatcakes so we can go. Carly wanted me to remind you that you have a meeting with your therapist in an hour." "Ughh." I groaned and chucked the fat cakes on the counter.
"I hate therapy."