Woot! First iCarly fic here, so be nice to me!

"iHate You"

"Well…"

She looked a little awkward; he could see her lips tremble as she spoke. His hands were freezing right now; he didn't know why this simple and friendly deal made him uncomfortable and nervous. He looked at her curiously, observing her actions; she was so not herself as well.

"…lean," she ordered quietly as she sat up, her long curly hair glided with the night breeze. He was a little surprised with this. He shrugged and leaned towards her, closing his eyes when he felt her breath touched his face. Her lips were surprisingly soft and trembling, and he couldn't help but enjoy this blissful feeling. He didn't know why he felt this weird sensation, this was supposed to be a simple deal, no meaning, no feelings; just to get over with their dilemma. But this is unusual and different; this wasn't he supposed to be feeling right now, but somehow he considered that this is just normal because it was his first kiss, and after this, nothing will ever happen between them; never.

He subconsciously adjusted his lower lip under hers, deepening the kiss. He wasn't aware of how long this will last until he felt her jolting a little in his touch. He pulled away just little seconds after she responded. After that little moment which seemed like ages, he looked at her, then around him, bewildered.

"Freddie!"

"Well…that was..." she said quietly and slowly as she pursed her lips. "Nice?"

"Freddie?"

"Yeah, nice," he agreed awkwardly, looking down to avoid her gaze.

"Good…work…"

"Fred…WEIRD!" Sam shouted as she knocked his head with the bottle she was holding. Freddie woke up immediately and scratched his head, scowling at her.

"What was that about?!' He asked loudly, yet she laughed at him. Carly shook her head with disapproval and grabbed the bottle of soda from Sam's hands.

"Stop the bickering already, the show's gonna start in 10 minutes!" She reminded them as she went upstairs, leaving Sam and Freddie alone at the living room.

"That's it, Puckett!" He said angrily as he continued to massage the back of his head, following Carly's wake.

"What? I'm just trying to wake you up!" She said, as if she was being accused of something she didn't do.

"Thanks a lot!" He said crossly as he took the stairs, Sam following him.

"What are you dreaming anyway? You seemed to be too absorbed, I thought you were dead," she asked in a rather curious way. Freddie shivered; he cannot tell that he was dreaming of her. He can't seem to forget that meeting, oh man.

"I was...I was dreaming of Carly! I asked her to the prom and she said yes, " he invented wildly, and giving a deep sigh when Sam was laughing at him menacingly; That was close!

"In your dreams, really," Sam said as tried to hold her laughter poorly. He rolled his eyes as he stopped his tracks.

"Obnoxious," he muttered as he opened the door of their studio. They found Carly arranging all the decors of the room. He quickly went to his place and prepared the sound system and held his trusty video recorder. Sam and Carly went to the center and took a deep breath,

"Okay, in five, four, three, two...!"

"Hello iCarly viewers!" Sam exclaimed as she made a funny gesture in front of him, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Today, Sam and I will answer some questions from the e-mail senders yesterday," Carly said as she waved 5 colorful papers in front of the camera. "So let's start with the pink one, Sam!"

Sam grabbed the pink paper on Carly's hand and started to unfold it. Freddie slowly focused the camera on her.

"So this is from Laurie of California,"

"Hi Laurie," Carly said happily as she waved her hand, Sam mimicked her.

"Hi iCarly crew, I've got a question for Carly," Sam read enthusiastically as she glanced at Carly, " How do you and your brother spend your summer together?"

"Oh, of course we eat a lot of smoothie together, rent some dvds and watch them during the night, and we go to the beach and Spencer will try to surf with one foot," she said in a reminiscing way. Sam laughed at the idea of Spencer surfing with only a foot. Freddie was focusing the camera on Carly when he was distracted by Sam's laugh. He looked at her crossly and when he noticed her lips, the memory of that night suddenly flashbacked in his mind. He shook his head.

"Anyway, here's a letter from Elle of Texas," Carly said, her laughter dying away, "Hello guys, I hope you have a good day, by the way, this question is for Freddie," she looked at Freddie. Sam went to his place to replace him, and he went to the center. "How does your ideal girl look like?"

"Well…"

"Does it look like this?" Sam shouted and a dog in a toilet flashed on the LCD. Freddie scowled at her.

"Stop Sam," Carly said to her, looking worried. She shrugged and turned the LCD off.

"Well of course," Fred said, turning his eyes toward Sam, who was still giggling, "She's not blonde!"

Sam suddenly fell silent, and scowled at him.

"Then she's not obnoxious, and she's kind, knows how to respect a man…"

"We get it! It's your MOM!" She shouted from behind the cameras. Freddie looked a little embarrassed.

"Why can't you stop tormenting me, Puckett?" Freddie shouted angrily at her. Sam aggressively walked towards him, shouting too.

"Stop arguing! THE TWO OF YOU!" Carly said shouting, but they kept on fighting as though they didn't hear her. Carly rolled her eyes as she went near the camera.

"I guess Freddie's lying about her ideal girl a while ago," she said winking, "Anyways, we are running out of time, we'll going to continue answering your questions on the next web show of iCarly, see ya!"

After a wave, she went behind the cameras to turn them off. But still, Freddie and Sam kept on arguing like a cat and a dog.

"Seriously!" Carly said as she pulled Sam from the verge of strangling him. Freddie looked so terrified when he saw Sam's eyes looking straight at him, as if he ate her Christmas ham or something.

"Get her away from me!" He said as he took a few steps away from the struggling Sam.

"I'm gonna kill him," she said breathlessly as she tried to pull away from Carly's hold. Carly looked really scared because Sam was serious. "I swear I'm gonna kill him!"

"What did you guys just do?!"

"She started to strangle me!"

"He said that no one will ever like me because I'm a tomboy and not to mention, a psycho!"

"Oh now I can blame you, Freddie," Carly said with an apologetic face, Freddie rolled his eyes.

"What?" he shouted; shocked and surprised. Sam calmed down and opened the door after Carly let go of her. He could see sheer anger on her face as she gave him her last look.

"Where are you going?" Carly asked.

"I'm going to eat some Pie," she said, holding her anger. Freddie grimaced at her. "And I won't going to give you any Benson," and she shut the door loudly, making them jump with surprise.

"She's crazy!" Freddie said when he realized that they were out of earshot.

"You just offended her, Freddie."

"What did I just say?" He asked, as though Carly had mortally offended him.

"That no one will like her? That she's a psycho and a tomboy?" Carly reminded him like a mother. He rolled his eyes.

"Well that's true!"

"But that's the last thing you'll ever say to her, if you only know."

"Huh? How can she be offended by that? I mean, that's how she acts, right?" He asked, confusion was evident in his face. Carly shook her head in disbelief.

"If you only know her better, you will understand," she said as she opened the door, "She's not what you think she really is."

Then she left Freddie on the studio, conflicted and confused.

She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter. Strange as it seems she's the one i'm after. - Just the Girl, The Click Five