iMakeover (an iCarly Story)

6. The Perfect Couple? Yeah right.

A/N: My next chapter will be out soon. It long so it's taking a little longer than the usual.

Freddie's POV

She darts towards me and I turn tail and run. We get to the living room, Carly trailing after us, shaking her head and smiling. Sam pounces on me as I turn back to look at her. We land on the ground, me on my back, Sam sitting on my stomach. She swings the pillow and hits me straight in the face with it repeatedly.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!!" I say, trying(and failing) to hold back my laugh at her beastlike tendencies and cowering away from her.

"You better be."

I look over and see Carly watching us from the couch.

"Really? You're just sitting there while I'm basically getting mauled by this she-demon?!" I ask.

"Hey!"Sam cries.

"You know I use the term affectionately." I say sarcastically.

Carly laughs.

"What?" I ask.

"It's just funny to see you being held down by a petite blond girl." She laughs again.

"Hey!" Sam cries again, this time directing her vicious glare at Carly.

"What? You're small and you have long blond hair. Get used to it." Carly says, laughing a little and raising herself from her seat on the couch.

The words remind me of yesterday at the Groovy Smoothie. I smile mischievously, before flipping Sam over, so that I'm now holding her down. The pillow flies to the side of us.

"Ugghh."Sam groans. "I hate puberty."

I grin and stand up, offering her my hand like yesterday, to which she takes. This time though, instead of letting me pull her up, she pulls me down, making me fall back on top of her.

"Gee, not so tough now, are ya?" She says in my ear, laughing. "Now get off."

"No." I say, trying to get her mad.

"No?"

She tried to push me off but I don't budge. Instead, I pick her up bridal style, and walk into the kitchen where Carly is now making breakfast, having got tired of watching us.

"Hey, Carls." I say casually. She looks over at us and almost drops the frying pan.

"Uh, hey, Freddie." She looks like she's trying not to smile.

"Put me dowwnn!" Sam whines.

I shrug.

"Okay."

I pretend to drop her(I'd never really drop her) and she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my chest.

"I hate you." Her words are muffled.

"You love me." I tease.

"Right. Sure I do." Comes her sarcastic reply. She looks up and I notice the pink tint to her cheeks. I grin and Carly gasps.

"What?" Sam asks, wiggling around, trying to escape my grasp.

"You're blushing."

Sam blushes and squirms even more. "No I'm not!"

Carly continues like she hasn't spoken. "You never blush. Ever." She looks to me and says, " She didn't blush when I accused her of liking Pete, she didn't blush when that cute guy came up to her at our lockers and told her she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on, she didn't blush when we ran screaming into that retirement home, thinking it was one of Nevel's tricks and got scolded by security, or any of the times she got yelled at in class, or-"