Okay, so like I'm obsessed with iCarly, no joke. I read Dan's blog, I'm subscribed to his YouTube account, I even go on to the iCarly website to check out the blogs and stuff. So, though mostly I'm known for my Teen Titans stories, I have been plotting this for a while, I just couldn't figure out how to introduce it as a story, which is why it's taken me so long to post this even though I've been actually writing this for a couple of weeks. Lately I've been sick, so other then eating and sleeping, I haven't had much to do, so why not, right? Anyways, I'm a huge Seddie shipper. I feel just as strongly about Sam and Freddie as I do Raven and Robin. So yeah. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own iCarly. Thank you,

DeadlyRedAlice

p.s. Who saw iSam's Mom? Omg, I love Jane Lynch and I think she did such an amazing job! XD

Freddie

"What do you mean you're not going? Of course you're going! Why wouldn't you be going?" Carly practically screamed at me. I just stood there enduring it, waiting until she was done. "You have to go!" she continued pleading. I groaned. "Please? For me?" she begged getting quiet finally.

"Why?" I asked reasonably, though it came out as a whine. "It's just a dance,"

"This isn't just a dance!" she retorted, her voice rising. "It's a masque! How can you say no to a masque? Sam and I are going! You got to come with us!" I tried not to laugh.

"Does Sam know she's going?" She seemed to pause at that.

"Well, uh, not yet, but she is going to go," she answered firmly.

"Who's gonna go where?" Sam asked walking into the Shay's apartment. Speak of the devil. . .

"You are going to the dance," Carly responded, emphasizing the 'you' and the 'dance'. There was a moment of silence before Sam erupted with laughter.

"Yeah, that'll happen," she mumbled, while wiping away her tears. I gave Carly an 'I told you so' look, crossing my arms in triumph.

"Come on. You two are my best friends, you got to come with me," Carly pressed, giving us both her signature puppy dog look.

"I might've gone if it was a normal dance, but we all gotta dress up and wear masks and its just so stupid," Sam tried. The look even worked on her. "And anyways, I wouldn't be able to afford all the accessories, etc. I just can't kiddo," she continued looking everywhere but at Carly.

"I can take care of all that. Please. Please," Carly countered, her bottom lip now protruding. Sam's gorgeous blue eyes met my own and it was as if both of us were thinking the same thing. Neither of us could say no. "And Spencer could help with you, Freddie, so you wouldn't have to worry about your mom embarrassing you," Sam turned her gaze away from me and towards Carly, sighing.

"Fine," she said, surrendering. I was sort of surprised she gave in before I did.

"Fine?" Carly qestioned hopefully.

"I'm in," Carly squealed happily, pulling Sam into a hug before turning to me.

"Freddie?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I muttered. Carly squealed once again before being dragged me into a hug much like the one she gave Sam.

"SPENCER!"she yelled after releasing me. Spence ran in carrying a bucket as a weapon. Seeing that it was just us, he dropped the bucket and skipped over to us, taking a seat lazily on the couch.

"What up, peeps?" he asked, giving us one of his smiles. Carly just looked at him quizically.

"A bucket?" she asked, sounding a little amused.

"Why must you always question my choices of how to protect you?" he threw back playfully. She just giggled in response, Sam laughing along with her. I just smiled. How'd I get so lucky to have such great friends? Oh, yeah, iCarly. If it wasn't for my little mistake all those years ago, I would a) still be obsessing over Carly, b) be so nerdy, and c) not have all the amazing friends I have today like Carly, Spencer, and even Sam. Actually, definitely Sam. If someone had told me the day we shot the auditions for the talent show that Samantha Puckett and I would be best friends, I would have laughed in there face. I don't even really know how it happened. It was as if the hate spell was just lifted off us. wow. Even in my mind, I'm nerdy.

"Yo, Freddo! You still in that nubby head of yours?" Sam yelled, making me realize I had been totally spacing out.

"Nyeh," It might be immature but it was the best answer I could think of.

"Nyeh," At least we were both immature.

"Would you two stop? The dance is next week. We must start planning," Carly mediated. Spencer nodded, even though I could tell he wasn't really listening.

"Planning? That sounds like work," Sam complained, collapsing on the couch next to Spencer. I sat down on her other side chuckling.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of most of yours," Carly reassured. Letting out a deep breath, Carly sat down between Spence and Sam. "Here we go,"

Okay, so this is a little shorter then I intended but it is only an intro. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.

-DRA