It was 2:30 pm and Sam and Carly had just gotten back from school and were now currently sitting in Carly's kitchen.

"Man, I can't believe we actually have a math project to do.." Sam moaned, making her way towards the fridge.

"What are you so worried about? I'll just end up doing the work for you....as usual." Carly joked as she pulled out a few textbooks from her bookbag and put them on the kitchen table.

"I'll help. I mean, I have a calculator. You're welcome to use it." Sam exclaimed, her muffled voice coming from inside the fridge.

"Gee thanks!" Carly rolled her eyes and smiled.

"And anyways, who does Mr. Smith think he is? An art teacher?" Sam pulled out a ham from the fridge and put it on the table next to Carly's books. "Who assigns a MATH project? It's just numbers and formulas and junk. How lame. I can't even think of a poster to make for that." She then stuck a knife into the ham and started to cut a few slices off.

"Ah yes, the infamous Puckett posters. The escape route for any project that isn't worth your time."

"And you know that all projects aren't." Sam nudged Carly before handing her a plate with sliced ham on it. Carly laughed as she grabbed the plate.

"Yeah, like your health project poster?"

"Hey! That got me a C+! I didn't fail." Sam stated proudly, stuffing a piece of ham into her mouth.

"Yeah, I'm kind of still in shock about that one. I mean all you did was paste a picture of a banana in the center of white poster board and wrote the word 'Healthy' underneath it. You even forgot to put your name on it." Carly said, recalling the situation.

"Yeah well, Mr. Goodbody shouldn't grade stuff when he's really hungry." Sam swallowed the piece of ham in her mouth and reached for another.

"True." Carly agreed. She then picked up her math textbook. "Ugghhhh....I really don't want to do this project." She moaned.

"Ok then, let's go to the Groovy Smoothie." Sam jumped off her seat and started to walk towards the door.

"Hold on there." Carly grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her back. "I can't just not do the assignment."

"Who said we're not doing it? We're just procrastinating." Sam smirked.

"Sam.." Carly started in an accusatory tone knowing where this conversation would be going.

"Hear me out. We just got back from seven hours of school. Seven long hours. We're allowed to have a thirty minute smoothie break. Now c'mon Carls." Sam tugged on her best friend's arm to get going.

"But we really should start the project. It's due in three days..." Carly started to say before Sam cut her off.

"...which means we have two days until we have to start working on it. Now get off your butt and let's go get a smoothie!" Sam exclaimed, knowing she had won the battle by the look on Carly's face.

"Oh alright!" Carly knew when to cave in. "You really should join the debate team. You make a convincing argument!"

"Nah, too much work." The two girls then proceeded to the door as Spencer came out of his room.

"Hey Carly, hey Sam! Didn't hear you come in! Whatcha girls doing?"

"Oh we're just running over to the Groovy Smoothie to get some smoothies." Sam replied.

"Oh, ok, you girls have fun!" Spencer ran over to the kitchen. The two girls started to walk to the front door before Sam turned around to face Carly.

"Oh, one more thing! Would it be alright if I spend the night? My mom's dating a child psychologist and well....yeah. Don't want to deal with that right now." Sam stated.

"Fine with me. Is it alright with you?" Carly turned towards Spencer.

"Will you guys buy me a smoothie?" The girls nodded their heads yes to his question. "Then it will be alright." Spencer confirmed.

"Thanks Spence!" Sam waved at him and opened the front door.

"No problemo! Have fun, stay safe!" He waved to the girls as they walked out of the apartment and the door clicked shut.

Time had passed since the girls left and Spencer was currently sitting on his couch watching TV. He reached for a glass of water on the table and knocked it over by mistake.

"Aw man!!" He leaned over to the side of the couch and pulled out a yellow piece of fabric that had various spills and stains on it, and what appeared to be a bite mark in it. "My Sham-pow has seen better days..." Spencer stated sadly as he held the dirty rag up. He then proceeded to clean the mess up with it. "Where is Carly with my smoothie? I'm thirstyyyyy..." He started to moan just as he heard the door click which meant the girls were home.

"Hey Carly, hey Sam, do you guys have my.." Before Spencer could get a word in edgewise Carly came bursting through the door.

"WELL MAYBE I WANT TO GET INTO A GOOD COLLEGE, EVER THINK OF THAT?" Carly screamed at Sam.

"OH OF COURSE. I LOVE TO THINK ABOUT WHAT WE ONLY HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IN A FEW YEARS." Sam snapped back.

"Don't you get it?? You have to apply yourself NOW so you can get into a good college THEN. You're not just going to be able to snap your fingers and magically have an amazing GPA." Carly replied.

"My GPA is fine!"

"Yeah, for clown college maybe!!" Carly exclaimed.

"Hey! My Aunt Geraldine did fine in clown college..."

"Well maybe I don't want to be like your Aunt Geraldine! Maybe I want to have some dignity when I walk through the streets. I don't need you and your lazy attitude holding me down from getting into a good college!"

"Oh so now I'M holding you down huh?" Sam yelled. "Well I don't seem to be holding you down when we do iCarly huh? Without me, you couldn't make a hyhena laugh!"

"Of course!" Carly threw up her hands. "Clowns do seem to be the ones who make people laugh."

"You calling me a clown?" Sam slit her eyes.

"I'm not calling you a rocket scientist." Carly sneered, crossing her arms together.

"You know what Carly Shay...." Sam started looking around for something to say.

"You going to leave now?"

"...NO! I got the ok to stay here for the night, and I'm not going home to get psycho-analyzed. I'm going to get something out of the fridge. I'm hungry." Sam angrily walked over to the fridge.

"Oh yes, the human garbage compactor needs to refill! Heaven knows what would happen if you didn't eat every ten minutes. Maybe you wouldn't be so lazy!" Carly yelled.

"And maybe if you weren't so completely fried and worried about your schoolwork, you could chill out for like one minute!!!" Sam yelled, slamming the fridge door shut, holding the plate of ham in her hand.

"Pretty bold words to say to someone you're bumming off of for the night!" Carly yelled as she ran towards the stairs and started to stomp up them,

"Now you're calling me a bum?" Sam seethed, but Carly was already gone. "Oh that girl!" She yelled as she smacked her fist into the table.

There was a period of tension until the quietness in the apartment started to settle. Spencer, finding it somewhat safe to walk to the kitchen without worrying about any getting caught in any crossfire, got up off the couch and walked towards the counter.

"Uh, did you guys get me a smoothie?" Spencer whispered as he tapped Sam on the back. She shot him a death glare. "I'll take that as a no..." He stated sadly as he walked back to the couch. He picked up his glass from the table and went back to the kitchen to refill it with water. Spencer glanced over at Sam, watching her angrily chomp on the slices of ham. He decided it was best to let the two cool off from whatever happened, and to not ask any questions right now. "I'll set the couch for you." Spencer stated quietly.

"Thanks." Sam grumbled, anger still apparent in her voice.

The hours passed slowly and soon everyone in the Shay apartment was ready for sleep. Carly was currently in her room, crawling into her bed. Sam was downstairs, sitting on the couch/makeshift bed. The two girls both leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. They pulled their blankets to their chins and gave off a small sigh of exasperation.

"I bet she wouldn't be so quick to judge me if she were in my shoes..." Both Carly and Sam simultaneously mutter. They quickly fell to sleep soon afterward.