Disclaimer: I thought about it and then realized, Dan Schneider is the one and only person who owns iCarly, its characters and many fascinating ideas.

Author's Note: I wasn't going to write an author's note until the next chapter, but I thought one was definitely in order. Thanks to all my story alert and favorite people. Thanks for the kind reviews, and also the constructive criticism ones too. This is a shorter chapter than all the others. Sorry about that. But there's a reason for this. You'll find out why later.

A thought for this chapter: Will the Sam and Freddie fighting/teasing/arguing/bickering change?

'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'

Chapter Six: Work and Perseverance

'Honey Moon Phase'. Over.

It was a short lived pleasant experience. New and enticing. Yet, not meant to last forever.

"You're so stupid," comments Sam, carelessly.

"Sam!" Freddie yells, slamming the lid of his laptop closed. "Is that really necessary?"

"Yes."

The boy opens his mouth, about to retort something, but closes it again. Not knowing what to say, once again. Yes. Those two friends were back to their regular bickering old selves. They remained together though.

Surprisingly enough.

Freddie's was on the ground, and being pinned down by the blonde haired girl. Who, admittedly, is a heck of a lot stronger than him. So it's impossible for him to overcome her hold on his arms. Somehow though, he doesn't want to. He begins to smirk, and looks his girlfriend in the eye.

It takes one really harsh, really good S L A P in the face. Freddie is stunned. He never smirks like that, at her, again.

"Just because we're dating, Fredwardo," she says, leaning down, her lips inches away from his own. "Doesn't mean-"

He cuts her words off by pressing his mouth on hers, with a short and simple kiss. It does the trick. At least she stopped talking, or threatening, as Sam Puckett usually does. Since that's all the girl knows. And how she behaves. She'll never be any different.

When he pulls back, there's a fist connecting with his nose, and some red liquid starts spurting out of it.

"Chiz!" Sam yelps, and gets off of him, helping the boy to his feet. Okay, so maybe she's a little more helpful.

Downstairs, he's holding an icepack to his face. Fortunately, his nose isn't broken. Just bleeding badly.

"Sam. Do you have to be so… so… violent?"

"Yes. I do." Sam replies, simply. "Now shut your mouth, and keep that ice pack on there!"

Something told Freddie, that Sam wasn't going to stop being who she was or her feisty behavior wasn't going to change. And it worked both ways too. He wasn't going to give up being all smart and technological just because Sam called him a dork every minute of everyday. Or at least was thinking it, probably.

Being in love was harder than they both thought it was going to be.

It would take a lot of work, and a lot of perseverance. The blonde hated work, but she could stick to something if her whole heart was in it. That, my friend, is called perseverance. The brunette boy had a good work ethic and also a strong sense of 'never give up on anything'. Especially those who were closest to him.

"I love you." Freddie mutters, while holding his nose.

"Don't get mushy Benson. You know I can't stand it." Sam retorts, and walks off, leaving him in the kitchen.

For that response, was exactly what he had expected her to answer. And in exactly that growling tone of voice too. That was his girlfriend. She'd never become polite, girly or sweet. That was Samantha Puckett.