Serendipity (Book 2)

iHate You by 1000th Ghost

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iHate You by 1000th Ghost

TV » iCarly
Rated: T
Language: English
Genre: Romance
Characters: Sam P., Freddie B.
Words: 1,968
Published: Dec 28, 2009

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Freddie loved Carly.

He had since forever and would until the day he died.

Carly did not love Freddie.

She never had and never would.

There was another one, though.

Freddie hated Sam.

He had since forever and would until the day he died.

Sam hated Freddie.

She always had and always would.

But Freddie's hatred for Sam was greater than his love for Carly, and thus he and the blond were somehow inevitably intertwined. Destined to be together, if you will. Which honestly made no sense whatsoever.

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"So...the cantaloupe bit or the one where we dissect a VCR?" Carly questioned.

"I think the VCR thing is-"

"Yeah, no one cares about your 'thinks'," Sam interrupted, dipping her finger into the root beer float she was consuming and swiping the foamy cream across the boy's nose.

"Hey!" Freddie protested, jumping up from the couch he had been sharing with the demon girl. "She creamed me!"

Sam shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth to attempt to stifle her chuckle. It failed, and she ended up half-choking. Freddie couldn't help but smile at her discomfort as he watched her sputter and cough, until Carly remarked-

"You're laughing because it sounds wrong, aren't you?"

Sam nodded, grinning even as she fought to get her breath back.

Freddie glanced back and forth between the girls, obviously confused. "Wait, what sounded wro-?"

"'Creamed'," Sam said simply, finally able to talk. She shoveled in another spoonful.

"B-but...that's not what I..." Freddie stuttered, turning beet-red.

Sam commented that he looked like a gigantic zit, and Carly merely shook her head, smiled, and sighed, "Oh, Sam."

"Oh, yes," Sam agreed. She nonchalantly downed the remaining root beer then threw the plastic cup and spoon to Freddie.

He surprisingly managed to catch both and stared at the items in his hands as if wondering how they suddenly got there. "What did you do that for?"

The blond shrugged. "I was finished. Why would I want to keep holding them?"

Freddie groaned, and Carly yanked the cup and spoon out of his hands and roughly placed them on the coffee table.

"Seriously, guys, iCarly's tomorrow, and we still don't have the last skit totally together."

"Hmm..." Sam pondered. "Well, we could dissect Freddork instead of the VCR."

"Quit it, Puckett!"

"I mean, really, who has a VCR anymore anyway? Where would we find one?" Sam persisted. "Whereas this odd specimen is right here-"

"Can we please pummel her with cantaloupes instead of the-"

"Watch it, Benson."

Sam was angry, and Freddie knew it, so he shut up. Always a smart decision.