Title: iFooled Mrs. Benson

By Alexandra

Freddie walked out of his apartment and strolled the streets of Seattle. Once Freddie reached Sam's house, he rang the doorbell. The door opened just a crack and out came Sam's voice, saying, "I gotta' gun!"

Freddie rolled his eyes and said, "Sam, it's me. And you don't have a gun!"

Sam opened the door to reveal her sucking on a fudge pop and wearing Girly Cow pajamas. She said, "You and I know that, but an oncoming intruder doesn't."

Freddie walked in while commenting, "You have Girly Cow pj's?"

Sam shut the door and retorted, "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Benson."

There was dead silence until Freddie smirked, "I checked my phone, before I left, and saw you had a conversation with my mom."

Sam cackled at the memory, "I could tell it was her by the way she wrote. She even called me Samantha." She went to the kitchen and Freddie followed. Sam threw out her popsicle stick and pulled out a ham from the fridge.

"Sex? Really, Sam? I thought my mom was going to have a heart attack." Freddie gave her a disbelieving look.

"Did she?" Sam asked with hopeful eyes.

"No", he answered, "She was completely calm. It was weird."

"You didn't rat me out, did you?" Sam took fork and knife and dug into her ham.

"Nah, I went along with it. I said, 'Mom, I'll be safe.' And then I just walked out the door."

"'Safe'?" Sam asked skeptically.

"I know."

"Well, Benson, I'm proud. Here is an award." She took a very small piece of ham and dropped it into his hand.

"Well, I'm sure glad that I lied to my mother now." Freddie said sarcastically.

Within ten minutes, Sam finished the ham, threw out the bones, and made some popcorn.

"You know that's horribly unhealthy." He watched as she poured butter all over the snack.

"Stop being a wuss. Some of the greatest chefs ate this type of popcorn." she snapped proudly.

"Some of the fattest too." Freddie muttered, more to himself that her.

Sam's head shot up at once and asked through gritted teeth, "Did you just call me fat?"

True fear ran through Freddie's veins.

Freddie got out of his chair at the table and ran in a haste to the front door. A glaring Sam walked at a slow and steady pace to where her prey stood. She saw Freddie clutch the door frame, his back to the entrance.

Sam walked over to him and stood on her tip toes so the their noses touched. Sam said in a cold and deadly voice, "You will never call me fat again. Got it?"

Freddie gulped and nodded vigorously. She went back to the kitchen, her blond hair bouncing on her back.

Freddie let go of the door frame and followed her. What was even weirder was that Sam pretended that the event that had just occurred had never happened.

"So...where's Carly?" Sam asked, going back to her ham.

"She needed to unstick Spencer's foot from the refrigerator." Freddie explained.

"Oh Spencer..." Sam mumbled.

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Sam opened the door and Carly came in. The two girls went into the kitchen to join Freddie.

"Hey, Freddie!" Carly greeted in her usual peppy tone.
"Hi, Carly."

"Who's ready to talk iCarly?" Carly called out to Sam and Freddie who weren't listening.

Just then the phone rang. The caller id said: M. Benson.

A/N: Ooooooh! A cliffhanger! Don't worry! I'll get another sequel done and it's already molding in my weird brain! I hope you have enjoyed! I aim to please!