I do believe this here is gonna be the first Tasha/Sam fic on this here website. No, my other fic doesn't count cus it ended in CAM. now, i'm gonna ask that you review, shoot me ideas, lemme know what i'm doin wrong and buckle up for a long ride. it wont be as short, and probably not as funny as the other fic. but i'll try to make it funny for ya.


He can't be serious. He's jokin, I know he is.

"Oh ha ha Spencer, I thought you were forreal for a minute there." I reply. He frowns.

"C'mon Sam, it'll be fun. You, me, food, music, food..." he tries. I shake my head.

"No way! Do you know how much Carly'd freak?" I ask. He frowns.

"Aw please?" he pleads. He drops down to his knees. "Just one date. I swear you wont regret it. One." he tries.

"No." I say. He sighs.

"Alright, you've forced me to bring out the big guns." he says. "Please!!!! I swear you'll have fun!!! don't make me beg hard." he tries groveling.

"Don't do that." I say.

"I'm gonna beg hard." he says.

"There's no need for you to beg hard." I say.

"I'm gonna do it." he says standing up preparing himself. I sigh.

"Spencer, do-"

"SAM PLEASE!!! OH MY GOODNESS Samantha PUCKETT PLEASE GO ON THIS DATE WITH MEEE! I'm BEGGING YOU, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-"

"Shut the hell up!" I yell. He stops and stands up straight. "I don't get why you won't just ask Freddie." I reply. He frowns.

"Because her mom said she wants her to have a girlfriend." I motion with my hand in an 'and, your point would be' type way but he doesn't say anything else.

"We don't even know if this girl is bi, or even a lesbian for that matter." I reply. He smiles brightly.

"Well, she came out to her mom a few weeks ago....." he trails off.

"Ok, so we know she likes girls, why not just ask Carly?" I ask. She swings both ways.

"Cus Carly's too busy chasing boys to notice anything." he whines. I frown.

"I still don't get why I'm your option." I mutter.

"Because you love me and I love you and I see you as a little sister and I told Margret I'd ask my little sister." he says with the lip out and puppy dog eyes.

"God you look pathetic." I say. Finally I sigh. "One condition." I say.

"Anything." he says.

"I want you to buy me a ham sub three times a week, every week, for six months." I say.

"Pfft. Is that it?" he asks. I smile evilly.

"No, the rest will come after this date." I say. He gulps.

"Uh oh." ya damn right.

"Hey Sam, can I ask you something?" Carly asks from beside me. I nod.

"Sure."

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" she asks. I shrug and take the time to grab a kid and slam him into a locker.

"Why are you being a nerd?!" I ask. The kid trembles.

"I'm sorry! I- I don't know!" he yells almost in tears. I growl.

"Well stop it!" I yell in his face. He nods and runs away. "I dunno, chicks think I'm aggressive." I say. "Don't know why." I add. She nods.

"I can't think of a reason either. Oh well, their loss." she says. I guess I should tell her about this crap now.

"Well, actually I have a date this Thursday night." I say. She smiles brightly.

"Really?!" she squeals. "We've got a day and a half to prepare you! Lets go!" she says.

"Hey guys." Freddie says before Carly can yank me to my doom.

"You'll never guess who has a date Thursday." she says.

"What's his name?" Freddie asks. Carly frowns. "The guy you're gonna be out with, I need his name so I can do things you can't prove." he says.

"Sam has a date." she says with a smile. He looks at me then back at Carly.

"No really, what's his name?" Freddie asks. Carly and me roll our eyes.

"Really, Sam's got a date." she says. Freddie shudders.

"Who'd date this?" he asks yankin his thumb towards me. I go to say something but Carly cuts in.

"Freddie, we've discussed this. Sam is our friend, not an inanimate object." she says. He rolls his eyes. "Ahem." Carly tries.

"Sorry Sam." he says.

"Whatever dork." I say.

"I feel sorry for that poor girl." he says after a few minutes of silence. I almost smirk when I consider the possible reactions. Carly just shakes her head.

"Aww, be nice Freddie. I'm sure it's a nice girl and Sam will be on her best behavior." she says. I almost smirk before I say something.

"Actually it's Tasha Jones." I say.

"And then she'll come home giving me details a-" she stops mid sentence.

"Tasha Jones?!" they both yell. I have to check my hearing to make sure it's still there.

"Uh, do you two really have to say my name?" Tasha asks popping up outta nowhere. I turn to her with a smirk.

"Yep, that'd be her." I say. She looks at me confused before her eyes widen.

"Oh em gee." she breathes out. She stands there for a few minutes before turning on her heel and stomping off.

"How'd you manage that?" Freddie asks in what can only be described as awe.

"What do you mean, 'how'd she manage that?' the better question is why?" Carly says.

"Who cares why, Tasha's hot." Freddie says giving me a high five.

"I swear, I have two male best friends sometimes." Carly says before stalking away.

"Score." we say at the Sam time when Tasha comes back over, doesn't say anything, and runs away. Finally we turn and make our way out the school doors and to Carly's.

"Alright guys, as most of you have been following iCarly for the past two years since it aired, I want you to wish Sam luck on her very first date with a girl this Thursday!" Carly exclaims. And cue the fake clapping and....

"And we're out." Freddie says. Carly turns to me with a frown.

"What the hell compelled you to ask Tasha out!?" she asks angrily. I haven't been able to hear the end of this since she found out.

"Spencer." I say simply.

"Oh, that's what you were talking about." Freddie says. I frown in confusion. "I though Spencer was asking YOU on a date, that's why I called a brain doctor over here." he says. I look at Carly who just motions for me to go ahead and I chase the dweeb away. "Ah!" he yells.

"Don't think you're not going to explain missy!" Carly yells. I ignore her and proceed to cause Freddie pain.