A/N: Don't worry, I have some of iJust Saw Sam Naked done... but I got distracted. Here's a Christmas Present for all ya Seddie fans out there!
iHate Mistletoe Cliches
It happened when they both went through the door at the same time. Carly looked up and pointed to what was hanging above it.
"You two aren't going anywhere inside until you kiss."
"I can't kiss Freddie! I'll puke!"
"She does have a point" Freddie backed up.
"It's mistletoe law. If you two get out of it just because you're repulsed by each other, then it'll break the whole tradition for everyone else."
"Didn't you hear me? I said I'll puke."
"So then the law doesn't apply to you?" Carly asked pointedly.
"No. It only applies to geeks and losers." Sam fought back.
"That's not true." Freddie mumbled.
"The sooner you two kiss each other, the sooner we can get to planning our Christmas special of iCarly."
"Since when have you started enforcing mistletoe law?" Sam and Freddie asked almost simultaneously, and then looked at each other.
"Since Spencer and I put it up there in case we get Jake to guest star again."
"Spencer wants to kiss Jake too?" Sam stalled.
"No. But he has people he wants to invite over to try it."
Sam and Freddie looked at each other again.
"Whatever happens in this apartment stays in this apartment." Sam finally barked at the two of them. Freddie leant towards Sam, eyes closed and Sam jumped away right at the opportune moment, leaving Freddie to fall straight to the floor.
Carly gave Sam an annoyed look.
"What? He's kissing my shoes!"
"Sam!"
"Fine!" Sam yelled back at Carly, picking Freddie up by the collar and kissing him on the mouth for a full five seconds, before wiping her mouth off on her sleeve. She pushed him away and he stumbled out into the hall.
Sam slammed the door behind him and turned the lock. "Merry Christmas!" She yelled and turned back to Carly, who was still not impressed.
"Sam!"
"Why do I have to do everything?" Sam heaved and unlocked the door. Freddie started to come back in but Carly stopped the two of them below the mistletoe again.
Carly pointed upwards, "That would be why."
"You little Skunk-bag, you made me open the door so you wouldn't have to kiss Freddie."
"Aren't you proud of me?" Carly asked.
"More than you know" answered Sam.
"Hey!" Freddie was deeply offended. He knew neither girl wanted to kiss him but they didn't have to rub it in.
"So Sam, you didn't puke the first time" Carly said, looking expectantly at the two of them again.
She shrugged, "maybe I'll puke later."
Freddie groaned. "Let's just get this over with… again."
They leaned towards each other, knocking noses and meeting lips for a surprisingly long twenty seconds this time. Just as Freddie was looking like he was enjoying it, he cried out in pain and pulled away from her.
"She bit my tongue!" he cried in an almost unrecognizable sentence.
Sam leaned over and patted him on the back a couple of times. "I thought you wanted tongue" she replied smirking as she sat on the couch and Freddie ran to the bathroom to spit out blood.
There we have it. Romantic isn't it? Let me know you're reading! And Merry Christmas!