Seddie oneshots

Red Light

A/N: hey readers! Back with another story! This one won't contain any content warnings. No angst, all fluff but gets very emotionally intense near the middle so BE WARNED! I strayed from my usual plot line for this one too. I stayed up til 7:30 in the morning writing this (just over 9 hours of writing) so please enjoy, it's my best yet!

Carly Shay thought nothing of it when her two best friends would break out into a shouting match. She would be more surprised when they'd get through a day without arguing about something that wouldn't matter an hour from then.

"You couldn't frame me for it if you wanted to!" Freddie Benson shouted across the counter adjacent to the couch in the Shay's apartment, where Sam Puckett stood her ground on the other side.

"Don't underestimate me, Benson. That'd be your second mistake" the blond girl snickered with pride.

Freddie swallowed his pride, and the saliva in his mouth, as he forced himself to remember that Sam wasn't always just talk. If he pushed her buttons a little too hard, he might only survive long enough to regret it for a moment or two.

"Who needs you?" Freddie mumbled as he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and walked passed her to join Carly on the couch.

Sam raised her eyebrows daringly at him as he passed her, but she made no effort to retaliate. Instead she plopped down next to Freddie on the couch, leaving him in the middle of herself and Carly. Just as Freddie was about to bite into his apple, Sam snatched it from his hand without turning her head from the TV and bit into it. Freddie froze in place, his hand out in front of him where the apple used to be. He dropped it into his lap with defeat, knowing better than to start a second brawl with Sam in a single hour.

That had always been the nature of Sam and Freddie's relationship. Both kids were painfully aware that Carly was their lifeline to each other. Without her, they wouldn't have a relationship at all. They wouldn't spend more than a single voluntary second in each other's presence if their individual relationships with Carly didn't require it. But they did. And the constant bickering and disapproving glares made it impossible to forget that this relationship only existed in a version of the world in which they both loved Carly Shay more than they hated each other.

"I know she took it" Freddie said as he stood next to Carly in front of her locker a week later. "It's due in 10 minutes. Come on, Carly!" he pouted.

"I can't tell you Sam's locker combination. You sure you didn't leave your homework at home?" Carly asked him for the second time.

"Yes, I'm sure. Plus Sam was asking if she could copy off my assignment yesterday and I told her no like a dozen times before she let it go" Freddie explained to his brunette best friend. "Please, I'm desperate. You know Mr. Duncan doesn't accept late assignments. I'll get a zero and it'll drop my average from an A- to a B" he pleaded.

Carly let out a heavy sigh of defeat before turning to Sam's locker and entering the combination. Just as it clicked open, the bell rang signifying the start of the next period. "I gotta go, make sure you lock it when you're done" Carly reminded him as she trekked off to her next class.

Just as Freddie began to rummage around looking for his assignment, Sam approached her locker after gym class in her sweaty Ridgeway High gym clothes, dabbing a towel to her forehead, her red argyle backpack slung over her shoulder. She was always right in the middle of whatever the game was in gym class. It was the only class in school that allowed her to let out some of her built up anger and aggression.

Whatever anger she might've just gotten out boiled back up inside her when she saw Freddie going through her locker. She approached behind him without saying a word, stopping in her tracks in front of him.