I am so sorry for the long wait. It's almost a year I know since I've last updated. Well life just sort of got in the way let's just leave it at that.

I'll be uploading again from time to time. (as short as a day and as long as a week.)

Please review and let me know your thoughts on what I should add or remove or change in the story to make it a lot better.

Disclaimer : iCarly is about to end and still I am not the owner of said show.


Chapter 24

"Great show guys."

"Thanks" Carly and Sam said.

"Nice touch of sarcasm as always BHD." I told Sam as I turned to my tech cart to set down my stuff.

"BHD?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, Blonde-Headed Demon." I answered nonchalantly.

"Haha clever." Carly said and started laughing to herself.

I raised an eyebrow and turned halfway to face her while still holding the camera that I was supposed to put down.

"Clever?" I asked.

"Yeah I think what you said was clever." she answered.

"Since when did you think my remarks were clever?" I said as I placed my camera down and put air quotes on the word clever.

"Uhhh... Who wants some lemonade?" Carly said and then dashed out the studio door.

Well that was weird. I then shifted my gaze to the fiddling Sam on the other end of the room. She seems to be fiddling with a prop used on the show. It was a short stick bout an inch wide and 16 inches long with pipe cleaners stuck on the end.

Normally at the end of a webshow, she would be the first one to careen out the door in search for food, yet here she is fiddling with stuff she doesn't even care about.

"Aren't you hungry yet?" I half-shouted to the blonde at the other side. I was cleaning the lens on my camera and didn't even bother to look at her if she noticed me or not.

I heard a sigh from her and was followed by sounds of footsteps getting closer. I looked up and saw Sam with an unreadable look, something like a mix of regret and embarrassment with a hint of anger.

"I'd just like to get this over to your brain loser." She said as she got closer.

She jabbed a finger at my shoulder, squinted her eyes and said, "We are even... Buster."

"More for me." I answered smugly.

She raised an eyebrow and her face seemed to ask why and what.

"Well, since we are even..." I take her finger off my shoulder and replaced the lens cap and placed the cam back on the tech cart.

"...things will be a lot easier for me." I finished my sentence and left Sam in the studio with a confused look on her face.

I laughed to myself, but was short lived since Sam caught up in just a few seconds. She reached her hand out and yanked me by the shoulder. Back then, being yanked like that would instantly capsize me. I was forced to look at her.

"What do you mean easier nub? You think momma is easy?" Sam said her face flushed red with anger and her hand raised with her index finger pointing at herself.

I raised my palms up.

"I just didn't want you eating yourself up with your conscience... If you had one." I said and chuckled.

"Har Har 'clever' nub." Sam said her voice dripping with sarcasm and her hands drawing out air quotes while rolling her eyes.

"What's with the clever remark with the two of you?" I asked.

"Well I heard you and your precious Carly talking..." Sam made faces while saying the words "precious Carly".

"Don't tell me you're jealous?" I joked, crossing my arms and smirking.

Sam stopped...

...and for a couple of seconds I saw that shocked look on her face and instantly returned to anger.

She gripped the collar of my shirt (which she tried so desperately since I was taller than her).

"Listen Dorkzilla. Momma never gets jealous. What momma wants, momma gets." Sam said then pointed a finger straight at my face and said. "Capiche?"

"Yes maam!" I answered sarcastically, which was shortly rewarded with a sharp kick to the shin which would make any man cringe in pain.

Sam just laughed and skipped down the stairs.

I rubbed my shin and smiled to myself. It still suprises me that she can still inflict damage no matter what. It made me remember the time she made a grown man topple over with just a milk carton. I let out a quiet chuckle but instanly shook myself out of the flashback.

I'm going soft again. Focus Freddie. Focus. I then jogged down the stairs while I recollected my thoughts.

"SPENCER!" I heard Sam scream.

"What!?" Spencer said shrieking as well.

"WHERE IS MY HAM?"

"How am I supposed to know?" said Spencer.

"You better find it! Because that ham came from Fr-" Sam said and stopped midway through the sentence when she spots me on the stairs. "It's special HAM!" Sam retorted.

I waltzed over to the counter and propped my elbows on it and leaned forward.

"You were gonna say my name weren't you?"

"No. Im looking for my ham." Sam said with her head stuck through the fridge door.

"You said it was 'SPECIAL' Ham?"

She got her head out and said "Yeah? What of it?"

"So the ham I gave you is 'SPECIAL' because I gave it? As of the last time I checked, the ham I gave you is just regular holiday ham." I said as I tapped my chin with my finger mockingly.

"Don't get any fat ideas chump, momma loves her meat." Sam said as she started to drift off into meat land or wherever.

"especially if the meat came from the nub." I added for her.

She snapped out of her trance, but fortunately I was already within arms reach of door.

I ran to my room and closed the door, took off my shoes and jumped on the bed.

What to do?

Play around with her head more? But what would be the best way of doing that?

Well doing bad things to her wouldn't really mess her up cause she'd just get back at ya ten-fold.

Do good things? Nah. Good things in itself would probably implode. There has to be something else. Something to go with "Good Things" that will spin her head around. Make her wonder, confuse her, bewilder and the such.

Think. What could be her weakness? Well of course the exception of her huge affinity for meat.

Thinking back to the years I spent around with the blonde, I summarized a lot of things.

She doesn't care about what people think of her.

She loves to prank people regardless of age, statute or gender.

She loves her bestfriend.

She hates my guts.

She loves iCarly (which is pretty obvious)

She hates Nevel.

and she goes gaga over cute boys.

Cute boys. I held my thought on the last one.

I wallowed in my thought if it was right or wrong or if it was even worth it and then decided.

The last ingredient? A dash of flirt for the spin.


I know it's a lil short. But I promise to add more in the next one. ^_^

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