Hey everyone! So, you know those days when you're all set to write, but as soon as you settle down with your chocolate or caffeine [3], you can't think of a thing to type? Yeah, that's been me the past few weeks. So I'm sooo incredibly sorry to anyone who's been following my stories, I really don't mean to have month-long periods between updates. I'm just going through some major writers-block at the moment. Anyway, I was scrolling the iCarly page yesterday, and I came across this challenge by TwinkieTUTUS and figured, hey, why not give it a try? It might get me going on my other stories again!!

Unfortunately, I'm still kind of new to this site, so I'm not too sure about the appropriate length of a drabble. If someone could let me know if I'm writing way too much, it'd be sooo very appreciated!! Also, do you win something for a challenge? Is it like a competition? Ha-ha, I'm such a noob. Wow, that was a long author's note. Anyway, here is my wonderful collection of drabbles! All Seddie (of course), mostly Sam's POV. Ok, no, focus!! Lol, here they are:

*****DISCLAIMER***** I do not own iCarly. (Or any other song, product, etc. that's used in here.)

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Twitch

"You've got to be kidding me."

Carly looked over at me from the corner of the room she was using to change. "Oh come on Sam, it's not that bad! Besides, Freddie says it has to be flashy, we're making a music video." I didn't say anything in response; I was frozen to my spot, staring at that monstrosity of a dress. Sighing, Carly left her changing post to come stand next to me in front of her paisley-quilted bed. "I mean, when you think about it, we're barely going to be in the video at all, with Wade being how he is. And you can hide in the back; no one will even see you. And I have to wear one too, so stop complaining and just change." She called over her shoulder as she headed towards the mirror.

Oh that was easy for her to say. I glared at her over my corndog. She looked perfectly fine in her dress – a shiny silvery thing that hung loosely over her thin frame. Her dress didn't look tight enough to stop the airflow to her brain. Her dress wasn't so low cut it would draw way too much attention to a certain …area, helping bra or not.

Really, what the heck was Fredwina thinking? Did he actually expect me to wear this thing in front of the thousands of people who watched iCarly? In front of him? Well, screw that. Hell would freeze over before I let Freddie Benson see me in a dress like that. I felt my eye begin to twitch in anger as I continued to dwell on the idea that that fudgebut actually expected me to wear something like that anywhere.

Carly finished fixing her hair and turned back to me. Upon discovering I still hadn't changed, she let out a small huff of annoyance. "Sam, come on! Freddie's probably already started shooting, and the faster we get this over with, the faster we can say goodbye to Collins. Please? It's only one little dress, and you'll only have to wear it for ten minutes, tops, and - hey, what's wrong with your eye?"

"Nothing." I snarled, glowering down at the golden mess lying before me. Well, if he thought I was going to let anyone see me in that, he had a whole other think coming. And if I had anything to say about it, that think would come with a good slap in the face. "I'm out." I muttered, tossing my corndog at the metallic eyesore and striding out of the apartment, ignoring Carly shouting at me to come back.

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All things considered, the video turned out pretty good. It's almost a shame no one will watch it, after that anti-Wade Collins clip we showed on iCarly. Oh well, I sighed as I took the girls' dresses back to my mom's closet. I don't think she'll notice they were gone; she used to wear them in her teens, so they now occupy that section of her closet reserved for clothes she will probably never be able to pull off again, but she keeps anyway, "just because".

I guess shooting videos does have its advantages. After all, I got to see Carly in that dress… I felt a small smile flit across my face as I hung up the silvery garment. Yeah, that was fun. Of course, those other girls looked, well…. as well. And Sam… I smiled again, but it was more wistful than before as I fingered the golden fabric of the dress my blonde friend never even tried on.

"She saw the dress you picked out, threw a corndog at it, then left."

I let out a small chuckle. That reaction, it was just so…Sam. I had never really thought she would wear the dress. It had started as a joke, really. I picked the most ridiculous and un-Sammish thing in my mother's closet, just to get a rise out of her. I mean, I had hoped she would wear it, it'd look really good on her…Argh, brain, stop that! Sam's your friend (well, sort of)! You can't think of her like that! Even if the thought of her in that dress made your heart beat about five times faster than it had when you had seen Carly….

While I mused over my conflicting emotions, my fingers ran over something that didn't feel like fabric at all. In fact, it felt kind of like… "Paper?" I whispered to myself as I pulled a small folded piece of lined notebook paper out of the top of the dress's zipper. It wasn't hard to figure out who had left it, what with "Freddork" scrawled across the top in Sam's trademark handwriting. I don't know how she managed to get the paper in the dress without anyone seeing, but then again, she was Sam.

Taking a quick look around to make sure she wasn't lurking behind me, waiting till I opened the paper that said "Look out" before pouncing - she's done that to me, you know – I unfolded the paper to find only five scribbled words lying across the page;

Only in your dreams Benson.

My smile came back, and soon I found myself quietly laughing at the note I held in my hands. "Oh, if only you knew Puckett." I whispered, smiling widely as I folded the paper back up and, slipping it into my pocket, made my way out of the room.

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Ta-da! My very first drabble! :D It's based (obviously) off of the video-shooting scene of iRocked the Vote. I've been wondering for a while how Sam would react to the dress Freddie picked out for her (well, other than the flying corndog) and what the dress actually looked like. Speaking of which, here's a picture I found of what I'm seeing as Sam's dress in this story (if you're really that curious..com/cgi/imgthing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=3726026