Sam's POV

OK so I'm not one to get all mushy and I definitely don't weir my heart my sleeve. But that doesn't mean I'm cold and don't feel. In fact lately I've been having some really strong feelings. OK so maybe not just recently these feelings have been gnawing at me for some time now. But it wasn't till recently that I was able to admit that I . . . Well I like Freddie Benson. Ya let's not make a big deal out of it, it is what it is. The day I came to this realization was the day of our Icarly Prom Night Party Night, which was on our real prom day

(Flash Back)

"Hey Gibby you got your hair done up all special again." Carly said as Gibby walked into the studio dressed all fancy in his 'grandfather's tux' smelling like cheap aftershave.

"Ya my grandpa did it when I went to pick up my tux." Gibby said wile pulling on his right lapel.

"Where's Tasha?" Carly asked.

"She needed more time to get ready so she's not going to make it for the show. But I'm gonna pick her up before we go to dinner." Gibby Answered.

"Aahh we were suppose to introduce our dates on the show"

"I Know, but she wasn't ready"

Carly and Gibby then starter arguing after Carly called Tasha a flake. I stopped listening when I heard the the elevator open. I looked over to see Feddnub stepping out with the grungy mutt that he called his date following close behind. She was tall with bleach blond hair and an IQ of about four. Freddie motioned for her to go to the back room where Carly and My's dates already were. As soon as she rounded the corner I look to Freddie.

"What do you even see in that girl?" I asked.

"Since when do girls need the Sam Puckett stamp of approval before I can date them?" he shot back.

"Dude that girl's an idiot. It's a miracle she made it to the back room without getting lost." I said harshly.

"What do you even care?"

I continued not even bothering to acknowledge his question, but allowing my voice to get more aggressive. "and she's only about as big around as my pinkie!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT SA . . .!"

Freddie was interrupted by Carly yelling "Guys stop!" both of our attention shot to her "We have a show to do let's get ready" she let her voice mellow by the end.

Freddie turned to his tech-cart obeying Carly like always wile angrily shaking his head at me. After that the show went off without a hitch, except Gibby had to leave early to pick up Tasha so we wouldn't be late for our dinner reservations.

We were outside of the Cheesecake Warehouse waiting for Gibby. I was standing with my date who was a tall soccer player by the name of Terry. He had short brown hair and a very athletic build. He was cute but he seemed a little more interested in the ruffles on my dress than the actual girl in it. Carly's date, Jacob, seemed to be ignoring her too but I think the thrill of the night kept her from noticing. I coat the nub looking at me out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked at him he seemed to be more interested in his shoes than any thing else. Meanwhile his date was clueless, tracking a peace of fuzz in the air or something. I wasn't really paying attention to the stupid toothpick. Why did the nub even ask her to prom any way.

"Hey we're here!" Gibby announced breaking me from my thoughts.

"Good." Carly said turning the hostess. "We're all here."

"Please come this way." the hostess said in a bored tone.

We followed the short stubby hostess to a long table with three chairs on each side and one on ether end. Carly and Gibby sat at the heads of the table with there dates to there left. I sat at one corner on Carly's right and Freddifer sat in the opposite corner on Gibby's right. Our dates were seated at the middle of the table across from each other.

Throughout the meal my date still seemed to barely acknowledge my existence, which was annoying but not nearly as much as freddnub and his rocket scientist acting all cutesy. I don't even know why I noticed, but she was hanging all over him laughing at his stupid nerd jokes, which I know she didn't get, and at one point she even started feeding him. Ya feeding him, like he couldn't handle it himself. Between my dates trip to la la land, the nub and his bean pole and Gibby flirting with Carly cross the table I had, had enough. . . Wait, Gibby is flirting with Carly? I shook the idea from my head 'whatever' and stood up.

"I have to go to the bathroom." i said abruptly And left the table.

"Sam?" Carly called my name questioningly, but I just ignored her and kept going.

I barged into the bathroom and made a b-line for the stall. I kept thinking 'i don't think I can take a hole night of this, why did Carly have to make me come? She knows I'm not in to this chiz.'

I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of heals clicking against the ground. I knew it was Carly coming to check on me. I guess it did seem random, me just up and leaving like that.

"Sam" called a voice that defiantly wasn't Carly. "Sam?" I cracked the stall door to find the nub's barbie Doll staring back at me.

"What?" I asked irritably stepping out of the stall. I really didn't want to talk to one of the three things that were ruining my night.

"what's your problem?" she squeaked. I was taken off guard by her question. Who does this girl think she is talking to me like that, I'm Sam Puckett the girl who can knockout a truck driver out with only a carton of milk. I'm Miss Teen Seattle, I'm the unstoppable force that makes the rules and this girl ruins my night and now she has the balls to try and call me out.

"Excuse me. . . I think your the one who's about to have a problem!" I shot back defensively. "who the hell do you think you are!"

"I'm Freddie's date"

"No derrr. And your point."

"So back off!"

"Back off? Back off from what?" what was she even talking about?

"From Freddie!" i was in shock she thought i was into Freddie and jealous of her. "I see the way you've been looking at him all night. plus the the way you would squirm in your seat when we would touch. . . and that big scene you made At the table when you came here. I know that was because of Freddie and me." I must have been in shock because I couldn't think of anything to stay back. My mind was racing around trying to comprehend her accusations. "Face it if Freddie wanted to be here with you, he would have asked you to prom not me. So just get over it and back off." she turned and speed out the door before I had a chance to say anything.

I guess that girl is dumber than I thought. I mean she really thinks that I wanted to go to prom with him. He's a nub, no he's more than just a nub he's Freddie the king of all that is nubby. And Terry asked me to prom before Freddie asked that spunk-bag. So it's not like I was waiting around for him or anything. What am I doing, he's Freddie, he doesn't deserve this time and energy. I mean ya sure he's not the weak little tech nerd he used to be. He has gotten a lot taller and he is the only guy that really ever stands up to me and truth be told he is kind of cute and he can be funny when he doesn't try to hard. SHIT. I do like him. When the hell did that happen.

The rest of the night didn't get much better, with me finding my date making-out with the captain of his soccer team; on top of my . . . Realization over the nub. Altogether the night just sucked. And what might you ask did I do with this realization of mine . . . Nothing, absolutely nothing, it was all business as usual. I woke-up in the morning, went to school (most of the time) and did Icarly every week. Thing seemed normal, or at lest that's how I hope they seemed to everyone else. But in my head I was losing it. Whenever I saw the nub I would start daydreaming and thinking of us together and the more I thought the more I started to like him and the idea of us together. The hole thing was way to . . . Girly. But finally after about five weeks of this I came to the conclusion I had to tell him. But how am I suppose to tell him. I just walk up and say 'hey Freddie I've fallen for you and your all I think about most of the day. You want to go out some time.' ya that will work. (note the dramatic sarcasm)