AN-Not going to lie, I don't think this is my best oneshot, but it was the best I could come up with. I know the request for this was a big fight between Sam and Freddie, but when I made it really dramatic, if just wasn't in character, so I scaled it back a bit. I hope you like it!



"Come on, guys, it's not that bad," Carly said, rolling her eyes as she walked into her apartment, followed by Sam and Freddie.

"Um, yes it is," Freddie said. "How could I get stuck working with Sam for this English project? What did I do to make Mrs. Goldings hate me so much?"

"Like working with you is a dream come true for me," Sam snapped, heading to the fridge.

"She's not going to do any of the work," Freddie moaned, turning to Carly.

"Yes, she will," Carly said.

"Nah, I probably won't," Sam said, pouring herself a glass of chocolate milk.

"You see!" Freddie exclaimed.

"You know, I don't think I want to deal with this," Carly said, turning back towards the door. "I'm going to go meet Gibby to work on our own project. You two…just try not to kill each other."

"No promises," Sam said as Carly headed out of the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

"Look, can we just please get started on this project," Freddie said, pulling out his laptop. "The sooner we do, the sooner we can be done."

"Fine," Sam sighed, throwing herself down on the couch next to Freddie. "What do we have to do again?"

"You don't even remember the project?" Freddie said. "Great."

"Dude, Goldings said whatever it is isn't due for another three weeks," Sam said, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "So chill out. Why bother working on it today?"

"Because it's a project that counts for over half our final grade," Freddie said. "We need to do good on it. If we screw it up, who knows how that will play out for our getting into college. Well, my getting into college at least."

Sam rose an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on, Sam," Freddie chuckled. "You didn't even apply anywhere."

"Because I didn't want to," Sam pointed out. "If I wanted to, I could've got in somewhere."

"Okay, whatever you say," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Now, if you're not going to help me on this project, I'll just get started on my part, and then you can-ow! What was that for?" He rubbed the spot on his shoulder where Sam had just slugged him.

"For calling me stupid!" Sam snapped.

"Man, that's going to leave a bruise," Freddie muttered.

"Well you deserve it," Sam said, taking a swig of her chocolate milk. "Now just work on our project like a good little nub."

"You see, Sam, this is your problem," Freddie said. "You don't take anything seriously! This is a huge school project and you're not acting like it's not important at all! You do this with everything."

"Like what?" Sam retorted. "I don't like school work, big deal. Lots of people don't. I take other things seriously."

"Please," Freddie said, shutting his laptop and turning to the blonde. "What about….your job at the Pear Store!"

"What about that?" Sam frowned.

"Well, other than the fact that you took it just to ruin my life," Freddie said. "You couldn't even handle that!"

"Um, I got promoted over you, didn't I?" Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, only because there was something screwed up with Natalie's head that week," Freddie argued. "But once she came back to her senses and fired you-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam said, jumping to her feet. "Who says I got fired?"

"Well you don't work there anymore," Freddie said.

"Yeah, because I quit, " Sam said. "About twenty seconds after you got fired."

Freddie's eyes widened. "Oh…well, see! You didn't really want that job in the first place! You just took it to bug me!"

"That's not why-" Sam began, but Freddie cut her off again.

"And there's a ton of other things that you don't take serious," Freddie continued. "Like iCarly!"

"Hey, I always do what I'm supposed to do for iCarly!" Sam defended.

"No, you always leave everything for poor Carly to do," Freddie said. "Just last week, you were supposed to paint the background for the idiot farm girl bit, but you ran out of here the second you heard a Fat Cake truck broke down up the street and me and Carly had to spend that whole afternoon doing it!"

"Yeah, well," Sam snapped, her voice rising. "You probably loved that, didn't you. Having an excuse to work with Carly all by yourself!"

Freddie frowned, confused. "What do you-"

"You know, Freddie?" Sam continued. "Since you don't seem to have any problem telling me what's so wrong with me, how about I tell you everything that's wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me?" Freddie repeated.

"Yeah, you're not so perfect, you know," Sam said. "How about we start with how jerky you've been these last few months?"

"I have not been jerky," Freddie said.

"Yes you have," Sam said. "To me. Like all those cracks you just made about me being stupid. And when we were working at the Pear Store, you kept ripping on me. And then the whole Carly thing-"

"What Carly thing?" Freddie asked.

"Never mind," Sam mumbled.

"No, what are you talking about?" Freddie asked.

"You keep flaunting around the fact that you're in love with her again, okay?" Sam exclaimed.

"In love with her?" Freddie repeated.

"Yes! All you do is take her side in everything!" Sam said loudly. "Oh, let me follow Carly around like a love-sick puppy again, Carly cares about me, poor Carly has to do all the work that terrible, stupid Sam leaves for her! I mean for crying out loud, she's my best friend! It hasn't even been that long!"

"What?" Freddie asked, hopelessly confused. "And what do you mean it hasn't been that long since-oh." A look of sudden understanding fell over his face. "It hasn't been that long…since we dated?"

Sam didn't say anything, she just looked at Freddie in silence.

"You-you really think I have a thing for Carly again?" Freddie asked softly, the anger that had previously been in his voice dissolving.

"You're making it pretty obvious," Sam mumbled. "You're overly nice to her, and to me you're, well, not as nice."

Freddie sighed. "Have I really been that bad?"

Sam shrugged. "For you, the tech loving guy who I've known for years, yeah. But I guess I really can't complain. I mean, look at how I've treated you."

The two were silent for a moment.

"I think I'm going to go home," Sam said after a while. She picked up her bag and walked towards the door.

"I'm sorry," Freddie said just as Sam was about to open the door.

"Dude," Sam sighed. "Just forget about it and-"

"No, Sam, listen," Freddie said, walking over to the door and standing in front of it so she couldn't leave. "First of all, I'm not in love with Carly."

Sam's expression softened. "You're not?"

"No," Freddie said earnestly. "I love Carly. But she's like my sister."

"You mean that?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "And," he let out a deep breath. "I guess, maybe the reason I've been acting so…jerky towards you is because, maybe…I've been trying to act me…abnormal…For you."

Sam frowned. "For me?"

"Yeah, you know," Freddie said, nervously looking at the ground. "When we were in the elevator…and we broke up. We said maybe we'd try it again if I got more abnormal. And, well, I figured the easiest way for me to do that was to act like you. But…I guess I over did it, didn't I?"

Sam showed a small smile. "You know…the reason I didn't totally kill you all that chiz you pulled was because I was trying to be more normal."

Freddie let out a laugh. "Kind of ironic, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," Sam nodded.

Freddie took a step closer to her. "Well…I mean, I know I sort of failed at being abnormal-"

"-And I guess I didn't do too good of a job of being normal, either," Sam smiled.

"But even with all that," Freddie continued. "I-I didn't lie about the other thing I said that night. I still do love you."

Sam felt her heart skip a beat. "I still love you too," she smiled.

"Did we just get back together?" Freddie asked hesitantly.

Sam laughed. "Feels like it."