AN-Hi. So, I am still writing requests. The last two were requests, I promise. They were sort of broad requests, so I'm sorry if they didn't turn out the way the requester wanted. I don't mind broad requests at all; for those I just write about whatever idea pops into my head. If you'd like something specific, just ask, and I'll do it. Anyway, please feel free to send in more requests, but like I said, it will be awhile before they're up. Hope you enjoy!

This takes place duing iQuit iCarly.

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Script

"And it's not like she even offered to help me get the paint off the windows after that incident with the roller skates," Carly fumed. "It was her idea that made the whole mess!"

"Uh-huh," Freddie said reflexively, absentmindedly polishing his camera lens as Carly paced angrily back and forth in the iCarly studio.

"Are you even listening to me?" Carly frowned, planting her hands on her hips.

"Um, well…" Freddie stuttered. Truthfully, he had tuned out Carly's rant about Sam shortly after it begun. It was surprising, sort of, but listening to Carly go on and on about Sam like that wasn't as satisfying as he would've thought. In fact, it was getting to be sort of…annoying. And unfair, really, when he considered what Carly was saying. Sure, Sam was irresponsible, lazy, prone to causing destruction with very little materials, but still.

Wait, was he defending Sam Puckett? Even in his head, that idea seemed bizarre.

"Oh, and you remember the time I gave her twenty dollars to go and buy more ice for one of our skits, and she came back with a gerbil?" Carly continued. "A gerbil!"

"I thought you liked that gerbil though," Freddie pointed out.

"That's not the point!" Carly snapped. "The point is that Sam was totally irresponsible, and because of that little stunt, we had to postpone the blizzard bit!"

"Yeah, but we ended up script about Gordy the Gerbil, and that was a huge hit," Freddie reminded her.

"Freddie!" Carly exclaimed. "Will you just let me rant on?"

"Carly, come on, Sam's your best friend," Freddie said.

"Was," Carly said firmly.

"You can't seriously stop being friends with her over this little fluke between Fleck and Dave," Freddie said. "That's crazy! It wasn't even your fight!"

"Well it might as well have been," Carly replied. "All those things Dave said about Fleck totally apply to Sam."

"Well what about all those things Fleck said about Dave," Freddie asked carefully. "That Sam thought applied to you?"

"What about them?" Carly frowned. "They were stupid things! Everyone knows you need to have someone to plan everything out."

Freddie sighed. He could see he wasn't going to get anywhere with Carly.

"I think I'm going to head home," Freddie said, getting to his feet.

"But I thought we were going to work on our history paper," Carly said.

"How about I come by tomorrow morning," Freddie said, picking up his laptop from his cart. "We can work on it then."

"Oh…okay, I guess we can do that," Carly shrugged. "I'll see you then."

Freddie took the elevator down from the studio and headed out of the apartment. But he didn't head across the hall back to his own home. He had no intention of doing so. He had simply wanted a break from listening Carly go on and on about Sam. He somehow found himself walking down to the lobby and across the street to the Groovy Smoothie.

"Hey, Freddie Benson!" T-Bo said loudly as he entered, approaching him. "Come to buy some tangelos?" He held up a stick of tangelos.

"Um, no thanks," Freddie frowned.

"Well fine then," T-Bo snapped. "I only spent the past eight months growing these in a field across town with my Produce Club."

Freddie shook his head as he stormed off. He was about to head over to the counter when he caught sight of a familiar blonde-headed demon sitting at a nearby table.

"Hey," Freddie said, sitting down in the empty chair next to her.

"What do you want, Fredlog?" Sam asked, looking up from her laptop.

"I thought you'd be working with Fleck on his video," Freddie said.

"No, I'm not seeing him again until tomorrow," Sam replied, taking a sip of her smoothie. "He's trying to talk to his cousin about editing it for us."

"Um, why don't you just ask me to do it?" Freddie frowned.

Sam scoffed. "Didn't you already promise Carly you'd edit hers and Dave's?"

"Well, yes," Freddie nodded. "But I can edit more than one three-minute video, you know?"

"Carly would probably get mad at you for helping us," Sam said. "And we all know that's the last thing you would want."

"I already told you and Carly a thousand times, I'm not taking sides in this fight between you two," Freddie said.

Sam laughed, and rolled her eyes. "Please. Like you haven't had a side since day one. Obviously you're going to do whatever you can to make sure that you stay on Carly's good side so that one day she might fall madly in love with you and make your nerdy little dreams come true."

"First of all," Freddie said. "You just made me sound absolutely pathetic."

"That was the point," Sam said.

"And second," Freddie continued, ignoring Sam's comment. "If I were to pick a side, which I'm not, who said it would be Carly's?"

Sam blinked. "What?"

"Who said I'd be so quick to go to Carly's side?" Freddie repeated.

"Oh, right," Sam said. "Like you'd side with me."

"Well, it's not like I think Carly's completely right in this whole fight," Freddie said. "I mean, while I'm not saying your ideas for iCarly aren't hazardous and illegal, they're pretty funny. And there have been some that Carly's gotten rid of that actually weren't that bad."

Sam said nothing.

"Look, like I said, I'm not going to take sides," Freddie said. "I still think you and Carly should make up and-"

"That's not happening," Sam said at once.

"Carly said that same thing ten minutes ago when I was with her," Freddie moaned. "You're both being crazy."

Sam flicked his head.

"Ow!"

"You deserved that," Sam said. Then she lowered her voice. "So…when you were at Carly's…did she say anything about me?"

"N-No," Freddie lied quickly. "We, um, did homework."

"You're a sucky liar," Sam said softly.

"Okay," Freddie conceded. "Yeah, she was still ranting about you."

Sam nodded and looked down at her smoothie. "I figured."

Freddie noticed for the first time just how sad those big, blue eyes could look.

"Hey," he said. "You know she doesn't mean anything she's saying. She's just mad. Deep down she's still your best friend."

"What's she saying?" Sam mumbled.

"That you're irresponsible and a bunch of other chiz that's absolutely not true," Freddie said earnestly. "So don't let it get to you, Sam."

Sam chuckled. "So you're saying I am responsible?"

"Well, maybe not totally responsible," Freddie grinned. "But you always come around in the end."

Sam laughed. "Thanks. I guess, nub."

The two were silent for a moment.

"Look," Freddie said. "Why don't I edit the video for you and Fleck?"

"I guess you do have more experience than Fleck's cousin," Sam said thoughtfully. "And it's not like you have anything better to do…So sure, why not."

"Great," Freddie smiled. "I'll stop by your place tonight."