Hi again! I've begun work on my next project! Yeah...obviously, this takes place just right after the events in iSpeed Date, but this inspiration came to me while having a conversation with KeyLimePie14 (thanks!)

So...I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

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Sam just walked out of Groovie Smoothie, remaining as calm as possible. Well…good for them, she thought to herself. Looks like everyone had a great night, except for me. She just walked down the street, not sure where to go. That stupid Gibby! I'll be sure to pound him extra for this on Monday.

However, no matter how hard she could try, she couldn't get the image she saw back in the Groovie Smoothie out of her head. I'll have to ask Carly what happened to the guy she was with tomorrow. Heh…I bet the dork had a miserable time! I'll be sure to rub his face in it later! She kept her thoughts busy, only if in an effort to keep herself from thinking back to the scene she witnessed moments ago - Freddie and Carly dancing.

But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts would wander to that scene every now and then. Why were they dancing? I can't imagine Carly actually agreeing to that, she thought to herself, as she crossed an intersection. …Are they…dating now? Well…maybe she finally got tired of the nub asking her out, so she just finally gave in and agreed to it? She just shook her head, attempting to dismiss the thoughts. Why should it matter anyway? It's not like you care! You hate the nub! And Carly will realize how annoying he is! How dorky he is! She continued to her house, letting herself in. …He did look good though, she thought for a second, before she quickly backtracked her thought process. Whoa there, Puckett! What are you doing? You're obviously super bummed about being rejected by Gibby, so you must be trying to compensate for that!

She walked over to her fridge and grabbed a package of ham. Then, she grabbed a couple pieces of bread and took about four or five slices of ham. She brought the meaty ham sandwich to her lips…and just looked at it. She wasn't hungry; for the first time in her life, Sam Puckett wasn't hungry…for meat. She just wrapped the sandwich in plastic and shoved it into the fridge. She just shrugged half-heartedly and thought, eh, I'm not really that hungry right now I guess. She then went into her room and went to bed.

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The next day…

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Sam entered the Shay apartment, seeing Carly sitting at the counter, typing away at the computer. "Hey Sam," Carly called to her friend.

"Hey," she replied and plopped down on the couch. Grabbing the remote, she began to flip through the channels. "Ya got any food? I'm starved," she asked. Carly smiled and giggled. She got up and walked over to the fridge.

"Yeah, I think we've got some ham in here still," she replied. Sam glanced over to Carly.

"..Nah…I don't feel like ham. You have any chips?" Carly froze, not sure how to respond to what Sam just said. She slowly shut the fridge and turned back around.

"You…don't want ham?" she asked. Sam shook her head.

"Nah."

"…You…Sam Puckett…don't want ham?" Sam just sat up and gave Carly a confused look.

"What's the big chizz? So I don't want ham right now! It's not like it's the end of the world!" she yelled. "Gah!" she grunted in frustration and slumped back down in the couch. Carly just calmly approached her friend.

"Sam…I'm just concerned is all. For as long as I've known you…you've never turned down meat…never. So…why now?" Sam, who was still frustrated, didn't even look at Carly as she gave a reply.

"Well, maybe I'm not in the mood for ham right now, is that ok? And what's with the third degree? Is it possible to just sit here for a moment and watch a little TV?" Carly didn't know how to respond to the hostility from Sam.

"Sorry…I was just trying to help is all," she muttered sheepishly. Sam sighed and turned off the TV.

"No…it's not that, Carls. I just…last night was a really rotten night for me," she replied. Carly's expression softened.

"Oh…well, that's understandable. We didn't see you at the dance! Where were you and Gibby?"

"Yeah…" she began. "Gibby…had a girl over." Carly had a surprised look on her face.

"You're kidding," she replied.

"Nope. Apparently, she doesn't go to our school, so they decided to stay at his place." Sam then turned the TV back on and resumed watching it.

"Well…what did you do then?" Carly asked. Sam shrugged.

"I just wandered around and then went home," she lied. "Hey, how did it go with your date?" she asked with a grin. Sam really wasn't interested in knowing why Carly was dancing with Freddie, but she was ready to change the subject of what happened to her that night.

"Well," she began, "it was great! …Until around the tenth or twelfth sentence I tried to finish!" Sam smirked. "He wouldn't let me finish a single sentence!"

"…What did you do?" Sam asked, with an amused smile on her face.

"I blew up at him! I shouted at him, screaming for him to get out and…that was my night," Carly replied with a sigh. "…Oh well. Thanks for helping me anyway, Sam," she added. Sam just shrugged.

"Eh, I'm sure if I was that desperate, you'd probably do the same thing for me," she replied.

"Yeah, including restraining you to the chair," Carly replied with a grin. "So…you're saying you'll let me help you?"

"Not a chance," Sam replied quickly.