Summary: A tribute to our favorite bickering duo

Summary: A tribute to our favorite bickering duo.

A/N: Okay, so I was tagged again. And at first I wasn’t going to do it because I’d already done it two times, but hey, I’m bored.:)

iCarly’s Bickering Duo

Part Three

Grow – April Start

“No.” I tell Carly firmly. The two of us had just received our five year high school reunion invitation. And let me tell you, it’s the last thing I want to do.

“Aw, come on!” Carly, who is now a famous author, begs me. “You’re going to have to face him anyway, and this is the perfect opportunity!” She holds up the invite.

I know exactly who she’s talking about, and I won’t take this. I can’t do it. He’s probably changed so much.

And if I see him again, those feelings might come back. They’re too real. I can’t face them. It’s been too long.

“Just be who are you.” Carly says firmly. “I’m sure he misses you just as much as you miss him.”

My mouth falls open. “I don’t –”

“Yes you do.” She crosses her arms. “You miss Freddie, and you’re going to that reunion, okay? Or else you’ll just stay in the same position forever. So you’re going.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, mom.”

Let Love In – The Goo Goo Dolls

“Sam?” Freddie Benson whispered. It was time for another ‘Wake Up Spencer,” and Sam was supposed to let him in.

It was crazy, but Freddie looked forward to the segments more than anything now. He loved being around Sam.

She was so different from any other girl he’d met. No one ever tried to take the time to get to know her like he did. They merely ignored all that made her beautiful.

So what she was a bit abrasive? She’s the only one he ever believed in.

Sam was who she was. She played impossible-to-win games and pushed him away.

But he would hold on. And he never understood why until now.

He was in love with Sam. Once he figured that out, all his fears went away.

“Sam!” he said, louder this time. “Let me in!”

“I’m coming!” she whisper-screamed, and then opened the door. “You’ve really gotta learn to be more patient, Freddo.”

I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing – The David Cook version

“Are you going to wake her up?” Carly asked me. Sam had fallen asleep on my shoulder…again.

She’d been doing that a lot lately. The three of us would watch TV, and, of course, since she was Sam, she’d get bored and fall asleep…on me.

What surprised me most was that I let her. Everytime.

I looked down towards her and smiled softly. She looked so serene, her eyes gently shut, a small smile on her face. Almost like a painting.

She mumbled something in her sleep and gripped my arm in hers. I stiffened a bit, wondering if I should take her arm away.

Nah.

“Nah,” I repeated, this time out loud, to Carly. “Let her sleep.”

Miracle – Cascada

It’s funny; I thought I was smarter than that. But apparently I’m not.

I slam the door to my room, hard. So hard, that a Drake Bell poster falls to the ground on account on my room shaking. I pick it up and rip it, just wanting to take my anger out.

But slowly, I’m learning that violence doesn’t really solve anything.

Though when I inflict it, it can be quite amusing.

I fall onto my bed and stare at my plain, white ceiling.

Freddie. I think, annoyed, and I try to fill my head with thoughts about how much I hate him, that he cheated on me…with Carly, my best friend. I try.

I try so dang hard.

But I can’t do it.

Because no matter what I think, or do, or rip apart…I still love that stupid dork. And I have a feeling I always will.

I’ll need a freakin’ miracle to fix this mess.

Just Friends – Jonas Brothers

“Dork!” I stop on my way to Biology and turn around. Sam is running up to me. She’s panting. “I need to copy your Creative Writing thing!”

I raise my eyebrow. “Why didn’t you do it yourself?”

“Why would I?” she raises an eyebrow right back, and I sigh in defeat.

“Fine.” I mumble, pulling it out of my backpack.

“What did you write about?”

“A girl and a guy who are best friends, and finally realize they like each other and –”

“Aw, dorky boy wrote about his precious Carly?” she said, pinching my cheek. I glare and swat her hand away.

“No!” I defend, crossing my arms. “It’s about –”

“And I’m guessing you guys are living in a pretty house with a garden and picket fence?” she jokes. “Newsflash, buddy. Never gonna happen.” I shrug. “Your story is too dorky. I’ll just go steal Gibby’s.”

I watch as she walks away.

My shake my head, wondering what would’ve happened if I told her the story was about me and her.

Burnin’ Up – Jonas Brothers

Dear JOURNAL,

I wrote journal in capitals because man am I angry!

Sam thinks she knows everything about me. She just goes around like she’s got it all figured out. All smirky and rude. She makes me so mad. It’s like I’m on fire. Like I have…I dunno, Sam Fever.

And you know what annoys me the most? That she just might have every right. Except for one, little detail that little Bad Girl Sam Puckett always misses.

That I love her!

So ha, take that, SAM!

-Fredward

7 Things – Miley Cyrus

“Ugh.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,

Why am I ugh-ing, you ask? Because I was stupid enough to fall for a dork!

Any more questions?!

I don’t even understand it. He’s such a pain. He always finds a way to be his dorky self and get on my nerves.

And he’s so dang hopeless. So smart in school, but so oblivious to everything else.

Except Carly. He sees Carly. He doesn’t see me. He loves her. Not me.

So maybe it’s fun to make fun of him, but sometimes, he makes me sad. And sometimes, it’s even because he’s so…him. He’s such a dork, but he can be so great sometimes, and it annoys me to death because he’ll never see how great I am.

Despite the fact that I slam innocent children into lockers, aren’t I a lovable person?!

Aren’t I?!

Say I am or else…

And sometimes he tries to act all cool, like some of the popular guys at our school. Doesn’t he get that he’s a dork? It’s gotta stay that way, ‘cause…well…I love it that he’s a dork. Okay?! That’s why!

-Sigh- “It’s just not fair. Why do I have to like him?”

Sam finished her fiery rant to her cat, and suddenly, she heard a knock at her door. “It’s Freddie, open up.”

“What do you want?!” Sam snapped. He came in anyway, looking shocked, holding a piece of paper.

“Y-you left the math sheet in class.” He stuttered. “You’re mom said you’d be in here. Actually, she said, ‘Sam’s somewhere! Ooh, bacon,’ but I figured you were up here.” She raised her eyebrow and took the sheet. “I, um…” he coughed awkwardly. “I heard your rant…to your cat…” Sam waited, shocked that he’d heard it, but also relieved. “You are.”

“Are what?” She asked, confused.

“A lovable person.” He grinned. “Want to go get a smoothie?”

She smirked. “Sure. On you.”

Brat Pack – The Rocket Summer

Seattle gets boring. At least that’s what Sam Puckett, aged seventeen, thought.

She and her friends graduated from high school about a week ago, but it felt like so much longer.

“Mom, I’m going out.” She shouted, in her usual flat tone, not expecting her mom to care. She walked steadily out of her apartment building, into her car, and began driving.

She just drove. She knew exactly where she was going. Carly’s. She always went to Carly’s.

She would go to Bushwell Plaza, and she and her two best friends (one of them whom she’d grown feelings for – hint: It’s not Carly) would just kick back and pretend their lives weren’t going to change after this summer.

She tried to prepare herself for college, she really did. She had shaped up, school wise, in high school, and was going to attend NYU next fall. Carly was going to Princeton, and Freddie to Harvard. They would be so far away from each other. Not even distance. There would be that sense of separation that Sam had dreaded since she was given her diploma by an angry, shocked, yet pleased Miss Briggs.

Somehow, she had no strength to further think about it. She would always end at back to her past with Carly. And Fredward.

She walked in without knocking, noticing Freddie was there already.

He looked up at her and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey Dorko.” She returned the greeting.

Seattle is boring, she decided. But she wasn’t quite sure she’d be happy to leave it behind.

Just The Girl – The Click 5

“You’re kidding, right?!” I laugh, but then I see how serious Carly looks. “You really think I like Sam?”

“No, I know you like Sam.” She says, in all seriousness. “I mean, come on, Freddie. You go around pretending you ‘love’ me –”

“I’m not pretending!”

“Yes you are.” She states. “If you’re so sure you don’t like Sam, then why do you always put up with her insults?”

“I – ”

“When you guys argue, she’s your entire universe!” she continues. “Why do you think she always tells you that I won’t ever like you? She’s jealous, and you like it.”

I gape. “No, I –” Quit it, Carly. There’s no way I like Sam. Maybe she’s pretty and funny but, okay, stop thinking. Why am I actually considering this?!

“I’m tired of watching you guys fight to force your feelings down!” she exclaimed. “So stop denying and go tell her you love her!”

“Wait, love?!” This is way too insane. My brain can’t take it!

“Go!”

“But I –”

“Go! Or you’re fired from iCarly!”

“You can’t fire me!”

“Oh, can’t I?” she smirks. “I’ll just tell your mom we’re having a ‘Which Object Is the Pointiest Segment.’ You’ll be gone before I can hang up the phone.” She opens her cell phone.

“But I don’t even think I like her!” I whine, but Carly starts to dial. “Do I?”

“Yep.” She smiles and pats my shoulder. “Oh, there she is, in all her cold and cruel glory. Good luck!”

Sam enters the scene. “Hey, look, a dork.”

“Sam” he says nervously. “Just the girl I was looking for…do you have a sec?”

Don’t Forget About Us – Mariah Carey

If anyone around town saw Sam Puckett, they’d say she looked completely normal, if not happier, since she and Freddie Benson decided to part ways because they argued too much.

But she was hurting. She was dating Jake, he was dating Carly. Everything seemed perfect.

It obviously wasn’t. Because if you looked closely enough, you could see Sam’s eyes fill with hurt when Freddie walked by with Carly.

Freddie would look her way, a brief look of regret in his eyes.

Because neither of them could forget. And probably wouldn’t.

If they weren’t so blind in their arguments, they would’ve seen that the good had always outweighed the bad.

Sneaking out late at night. Having snowball fights.

They were so perfect for each other that it was blinding. And they would never forget about it.

You Are The Music In Me – HSM2

The trio was watching High School Musical 2 on Disney Channel. They weren’t much fans of it, but they were bored.

When they were halfway through ‘You Are The Music In Me,” Carly asked her friends, “Do you really think that a person could be another person’s reason for singing…you know, their music?”

“Pfft, no way.” Sam rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her Pepi-Cola. “The only music that’ll ever be inside me would be a cookie shaped like a musical note.”

“Oh come on.” Freddie shot back. “There’s no way you hate music, Sam.”

“Never said that.” Sam told him, glaring. “I just meant that I don’t know anyone who could make me feel like singing, moron.”

He smirked. “Wanna bet?”

“Of course I do.” He stood up, and she raised her eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” And then he started dancing. He looked like a complete dork as he danced around, singing to High School Musical.

“Wow, you’ve broken the geek scale!” she yelled over the music. He huffed and crossed his arms.

“Fine. Well…” He looked over at her for a moment. Carly merely watched her friends with genuine interest.

Suddenly, Sam felt Freddie’s lips on her, for a total of one second, before she could react.

He pulled away and smiled widely. Carly looked utterly shocked.

“Well?” he asked. “Does anyone hear music? Preferably, you?”

“Oh shut up.” Sam said, her cheeks burning.

She wasn’t angry because he kissed her.

She was angry because she had just lost a bet with him.

A/N: Aw, Seddie.:)

I might do this once and a while, when I’m bored. Lol. It’s fun! Although I admit I skipped “Temperature,” by Sean Paul, because I can’t understand any of the lyrics!

-Colors