iDon'tHateYou

iThinkShe'sInLove

(A/N: I don't own iCarly. If I did, Seddie never would've broken up.)

Freddie POV

"Alright, here we go!" Carly said, getting ready for me and Sam's arm-wrestling match. Everyone cheered.

"Okay Benson, let's do this thing," Sam said.

"Just a sec," I said. I rolled up my sleeves to show my muscles and I put my arms above my head to stretch my arms and neck. Everyone oohed and ahead.

"I'm getting bored," Sam sang.

"Sit down, boy," Carly said. "Okay, you ready?"

"Ready," I said.

"You ready?" Carly asked Sam.

"Call it," she said.

"Aaaannnddd, go!" called Carly.

At first, it seemed like I was going to beat Sam but right when her hand was about to touch the desk, she pushed my hand down.

"How long?" I asked.

"3.2 seconds," Carly replied.

"Yeah!" I cheered. "That's the longest it's ever taken you to beat me! Whoo!" I flexed my muscles.

"Congratulations," Sam said sarcastically.

"Dude," Gibby said and he gave me a fist bump.

"Hey, Brad," I said when my friend came inside the classroom.

"Hey, man," Brad said.

Everyone greeted Brad.

"Hey, Brad."

"How's it going?"

"Good to see ya!"

"Sup guys," he said.

"So," Carly said. "How you liken' Rigdeway?"

"Good," he answered. "Pretty cool so far."

"Nice, nice," Sam said.

"Awesome," said Carly.

"So ah, how are things working out with Cort on iCarly?" Brad asked, referring to our old intern for our web show.

"Oh," Carly said. She looked at me and I gave her a haha look. "We, uh, had to... fire Cort."

"Yeah..." Sam said.

"Why?" Brad asked. "What happened?"

"Oh, he just turned out to be..." Carly started.

"Not the best." Sam finished.

"He was dangerously stupid," I corrected. Carly and Sam agreed.

"Well hey, if you're still looking for some help withiCarly I'd be happy to--" Brad started.

"You still want to be our intern?" interrupted Carly.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"I'd love it," he said.

"Awesome," Carly said.

"Done," said Sam.

"You're in," I agreed.

"And you still make fudge, right?" Sam asked.

"Ooh yeah! I love making fudge for people. In fact," he held out a box of fudge. "Fudge!"

Everyone got some fudge.

"Oh, you gotta make a load of this for the lock-in," Sam said.

"Big load," I said.