Summary: Sam is on a mission. Someone helps her.
Disclaimer: I wish I was brilliant enough to own a show. Or star in it. Unfortunately 'tis not so.
A/N: this started out as a one-shot. But right now I'm too sleepy to finish it. So I'm dividing it into two chapters.
iMission Boogie
After every iCarly show it was customary for the three co-founders of the webcast to hang out in Carly's apartment. Freddie was always there anyway because he lived right next door. Sam on the other hand, well, she liked hanging out with Carly which fortunately (or unfortunately, whichever side you were on) came with insulting Freddie. Also, she liked the food. But tonight, she wasn't just there to call Freddie a dork, spend time with Carly or even steal Spencer's bacon. She was there on a mission.
"One, two, three… One, two, three… One, two and twiiirrrlll… grrr!" The blonde stomped her feet after almost tripping on her own left foot.
"What's wrong with you?" Carly said as she came down the staircase.
"Ugh. I have to learn two types of ballroom dances for PE finals." Sam said as she turned off the music with the remote and reached over the sofa to grab her bottled water.
"Sam, why'd you pick ballroom dance for your elective PE class, anyway? You know you're rhythmically challenged."
"Yea, well, Freddie distracted me when I was signing up for it in the gym."
"Distracted you how?"
"He was passing by and I told him to watch out for the half-eaten sandwich I threw at him."
"Sam!" Carly exclaimed with her eyebrows furrowing.
"I know, I know. But the sandwich didn't smell right so I decided not to finish it."
Resigning, the brunette just smiled and shook her head. She walked over to the kitchen to grab a bag of potato chips before heading back to the staircase. "Well, if you need me I'm going back upstairs to study for our English quiz tomorrow," she said. Halfway up, she stopped and looked over at Sam. "Why aren't you studying for English?"
"Because I passed English and failed PE last year. I'm gonna do the opposite this year." Sam grinned.
"Riiiight. Good luck with that." Carly said as she continued her way upstairs.
"Ok. Let's try this thing again…" Sam turned the CD player on once more and started waltzing with an imaginary partner. "One, two, three… One, two, three… aaarrgghh! Stupid foot"
"That's not how you do the box step," a voice said from behind Sam. She looked behind her and saw a young brunette boy leaning on the doorway.
"And what do you know about ballroom dancing Fredward?" Sam crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him.
"I told you not to call me that!!"
"Well isn't that your name? Or would you prefer me to call you Fredork?"
Freddie rolled his eyes at her and entered the apartment. "Whatever. I'm just here to get my English notes. I left them on the kitchen table." The tech producer pointed towards the kitchen.
"Fine, go get it so I can continue with my box foot—"
"Box step"
"Whatever."
Freddie made a face at her and went over to the kitchen table to get his notebook. He had his notebook on his hand when he slowly turned around with a smile on his face.
"On second thought," he said, "I'll stay here for a while and keep you company while you practice." He walked over to the bar where the computer was located and sat down on the high chair. He then looked at her as if he was interested.
"Geez. Just leave Freddie. Looking at you gives me migraines."
"I thought you knew what you were doing Sam. Surely my presence won't matter." Freddie batted his eyelashes mockingly at her.
Sam grunted at him and proceeded to imagine she had a partner. She moved her left foot forward then right foot followed and landed beside her left foot. Then her right foot moved to right then—
Freddie shook his head. He stood up and walked towards her. "Sam you're doing it all wrong."
The blonde looked at him skeptically but said nothing. At this point, she was desperate enough to let the little bugger help her.
"Move you're left foot forward first then your right but don't let it land beside your other foot. Spread your legs a little bit for the second position…" Freddie nudged her right leg a little more to the right.
"Spread my legs? Freddie, ew!" Sam joked, to which the young man laughed.
"You have a dirty mind Sam." He looked up at her with a smirk.
"You have a dirty mind for insinuating I was thinking a dirty thought." She pointed at him with an accusatory finger.
"Dirty mind or not, you're doing this thing wrong." Freddie said as he stood where Sam's imaginary partner was supposed to be and took her right hand with his left and placed her left hand on his right shoulder.
"Hey! Who said I needed any help??" She said as she moved an inch back, away from him.
He looked at her with a know-it-all expression and asked, "Do you want to fail PE two years in a row?"
"Oh-kay! Let's get a-waltzing!!" Sam said in a mock enthusiastic voice and stepped back into place.