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DISCLAIMER: I don't own iCarly, coz if I did, no man in this world would be hungry, since it will rain friend chicken on weekdays, and gravy will flood the streets. On weekends, there would be mushroom storms.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves!"

That was what I was supposed to scream at them when I entered my apartment. The usual scene welcomed me as I opened the door. Lying headface on our couch was Freddie, with an agonizing expression on his face, whimpering; while Sam, who was on top of him, held his right arm on one hand and twisted his left leg on the other. Seeing your two best friends wrestling on your couch would definitely enrage you, especially when you see your lamp clinging on your TV and your brother's art magazines scattered all over the place. But I just smiled.

I walked by our living room, hopping to avoid the mess they've made. I even heard Freddie squeak, probably asking for help, followed by a loud thump and a groan. I sniggered, and then asked myself, "Why am I enjoying this?" Yeah, I'm used to Sam and Freddie's constant bickering, but that's not the reason. So I just shrugged and headed for the kitchen.

As I put our some spaghetti pasta on the counter, Sam's head swiveled and jumped off Freddie's body. "Hey, Carls… whatcha got there?" she said, smacking her lips.

"The usual." I replied. "Spaghetti tacos."

"Oh goodie!" she skipped merrily into the dining table, as Freddie limped towards us. He sat on the seat farthest from Sam, rubbing his throbbing arm. Sam looked at him with angry eyes.

"Hey, Fredward!" she called, pointing a fork at him. "You sit here next to me, so I can keep an eye on you."

"I told you, Sam, I'm not unto you!" Freddie shouted with his voice trembling. "I'm not planning a revenge on you anymore, after what you've been doing to me!"

"Good to hear, but c'mere anyway." Sam said.

"No." Freddie whispered, smiling sarcastically.

"C'mere."

"No."

"Don't make me come there and make ya."

"No."

Sam pushed her seat off and stood up. She stormed toward the other side of the table. I sighed and started munching at my spaghetti tacos, while she dragged Freddie into a seat next to her.

"Now," Sam said, sitting down again. "Open wide, widdle-Fweddie." She grasped Freddie's chin, opening his mouth, and stuffed a Spaghetti Taco into his mouth. Helpless, Freddie struggled, but her grip was strong. And as I reached for my Peppy Cola, that's when he choked and spluttered bits of tacos.

"Alright, I give up." I finally said, putting my food down. The two looked at me with surprised faces. "What's up with you two again?"

"Aw, nothing." Sam shrugged. "Just showin' some loooove." she added, stressing 'love' jokingly.i raised an eyebrow at her.

"Love?" Freddie coughed. "What do you know about love?"

Nice question. For a girl who likes to spend her time making people miserable, love is definitely not a part of her vocabulary. But that's what I thought. When Freddie happened to her life, love suddenly meant something else. It kinda meant something like "calling someone awful names to get his attention" or "turning him into a punching bag to show him how you care". I'm not sure, but as a best friend's opinion, for someone who witnesses everything everyday... this is her style of loving someone.

Sam was never a romantic person. She feels so uncomfortable putting her feelings out there, so she does things her way, without being mushy and corny. Thus, giving love a new meaning.

"What do you care, nub?" Sam said coldly. "You think you're the only one who knows stuff about love?"

I glanced at Freddie, who sank in his chair., and started playing with his plate. Oh Freddie. The guy who "loved" me for years. I'm not sure if he's still up for that. Hey, it's not my fault if he really did give up. I told him everyday that we're better off as friends, and there's nothing wrong with that. And besides, Mrs. Benson wanted no part of me.

Okay. Maybe it really was my fault for rudely shoving him off. But at least he gets to see other girls that deserve him more. He's got plenty of good dates on the past few months, though not that serious.

And there's Sam. Oh brother. It's really weird, but seeing them all the time, go on like this… whether you like it or not, they're really so cute to watch. Sam chases Freddie to annoy him. Freddie fights back with futile effort. Sam beats him up. Freddie gives up, but Sam goes on, hurting him with words. Freddie hates Sam forever, as she does too. It's a daily routine. But if you look closely and let your imagination run wild, you can totally see something's up.

Sam's nicknames for Freddie. The way Freddie laughs when Sam cracks a joke on iCarly. Those minute-long glares. Sam not living a day without touching Freddie. Freddie helping out Sam when she's down or something. Sam suddenly talking awkwardly to Freddie. And that kiss. Their first kiss together. Honestly? They did that just to get things over with? Please. Of all the people. And they have to choose the ones that they hate the most.

This suddenly made me giggle all of a sudden. Freddie gave me a worried look, while Sam drooled sauce on her shirt.

"What?" I laughed. "I just remembered something. So where were we?"

"On what Sam did yesterday. Carly, you really need to lock up this monster away for me! She's the one who hung my underwear up the school's flagpole!"

"So, it was yours?"I said, looking back and forth at them. "I knew that 'I Heart Galaxy Wars' boxers were familiar."

"And Fredlumps really has to laugh at me while I was in detention, hasn't he?" Sam pouted. "Carly, that's really insulting, right?"

"Well, you deserved it!" Freddie snapped, standing up.

"And you deserved being punished by the Puckett for disrespecting her!" Sam said, getting off her seat too.

"You need that disrespect once in a while too, Princess Puckett! Can you imagine how much of that do I get every single day?"

"Just the right dose."

Oh great. Sam-Freddie comebacks. I should ask Spencer come over and to get me some popcorn before he misses the good part.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"I dunno. So I could annoy you?"

"What do you need my attention for, Sam? You don't deserve my attention!"

"Well, maybe I do!"

"What for? Because of what again?"

"Maybe because I like you…" Sam said quietly.

I slurped the cola that I was drinking so loud that some of it came up to my nose. Could this be it? Am I already witnessing what I was expecting and wishing for all these years?

Freddie cringed and stiffens as Sam approached him and threw her arms at him. She wrapped them around him and her palms slid down his back, as her head tilted down his shoulder. I was close to tears, loving every moment, when Sam whispered something to his ear that was loud enough for me to hear.

"Maybe because I like you to receive my wedgie."

Sam's hands went down his pants and yanked his underwear from behind. Freddie's face changed from shock to pain, then switched to annoyance.

He shove Sam away from him and stammered as he thought of something to say.

I got on my feet. I don't think things would go any better by now. I should act fast before something comes up.

"You… you…" Freddie muttered, as his whole body shook. Then his eyes burned and his face made the meanest expression he could show. "I love you!"

I nearly fell down when I heard those words escape his trembling mouth. My eyes darted to Sam, whose teeth were clenched tightly and eyebrows knitted above her unblinking eyes.

"What?" Freddie asked, frowning. "What's up with your faces?"

"You said…" I started, but my voice trailed off.

"Do you think what you said was funny?" Sam barked, balling her hand into a fist.

"What's wrong with what I said?" Freddie continued to ask, confused.

"…you love Sam…" I squeaked in a tiny voice.

"I didn't say that." Freddie said, bewildered. "I said I loathe her."

"So now Carly and I are the ones who have hearing problems, eh?" Sam growled. "Why don't I punch you in the mouth so I can fix your speech problem?"

And there they were again. Rolling on the floor. Fighting, after Sam leaped at Freddie before he could dodge. A second ago, they love each other. Now, they're grabbing for each other's necks.

Things will never change. I still don't get them as they don't get the feelings they have for each other. Still, I'm lovin' what I'm seein'.

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