A/N: First, I do not own iCarly, nor do I own the Oscar Mayer Weiner jingle, or any variety of Disney princess Last, this is a SPAM story. As such, it is somewhat OOC. Nevertheless, I like it and hope you will too. Pls let me know!

Chapter One

Spencer cruised to a stop in front of the school, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of a random snippet of song that kept looping through his head. He hadn't been all that surprised to get the call from Sam asking if he would mind coming to pick her up. ..

Carly and her entourage were attending Ridgeway's winter formal, and while the friends had rented a limo for the occasion, Sam was feeling like something of a third wheel. Carly, Freddie and Gibby all had dates and had pressed Sam into joining them, flying solo – because, as Carly insisted, the winter formal "is simply NOT be missed!" Sam did not particularly enjoy playing dress up; it reminded her too much of parading across the stage in her pageant days, trying to impress bored judges with her so-called poise, talent and conversational skills. To this day no one really believed that she'd been a pageant girl, and truthfully she preferred it that way.

It wasn't that she didn't like people, well, ok, she really didn't like people. A specific person, sure, she could be friendly with a person, but people in general, as a group? She had no use for them. It's like when people got together, they were no longer capable of thinking for themselves. They gravitated together for the sole purpose of seeing their own reflection bounce back from the faces around them. Sam hated conformity. She hated the jostling for social position. She didn't care who was the most popular, or who had the best car, or whose boyfriend scored the most points in the basketball game. In the whole scheme of things, how was any of that really important? Somehow she doubted that anyone would understand this even if she could find a way to explain it, which she was going to have to do as soon as she found Carly to let her know she was bailing. No way was she staying in this crowded gym with these vapid girls and their strutting guys for a single moment longer.

Hiking her gown up enough to reach the cell phone strapped to her thigh (you never knew when you might have an urgent need to order take out, thus the phone,) Sam made a beeline for the door. She paused only long enough to snag Gibby's arm (thank goodness it was Gibby, thus sparing her - for the time being - from being lectured by Carly about the importance of attending social events,) to shout in his ear that she was leaving, catch you later, have fun, whatever. Slipping through the doors with a sigh of relief, she dialed the familiar number and pressed the phone to her ear.

Spencer had to smile when he heard the phone; it was impossible not to. In fact, he had to make a conscious effort not to sing along lest the tune get stuck in his head. There it went again - "Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner; that is what I truly want to be. 'Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner, everyone would be in love with me!" He picked up the phone before it started another round of her signature ringtone, saying simply "Hiya Sam!"

"Spence, come and get me, please?"

"Ah," he replied sympathetically. "Reached the end of your tolerance for overdressed, hormonally challenged teenagers, have you?"

"You can say that again," she grumbled.

"No worries kiddo; I'll be there in fifteen."

"Thanks Spence. You're the best!"

"You know it!"

And that's why he was sitting in front of the school at 9:30 on Friday night instead of watching the latest episode of Celebrities Underwater. This didn't bother him too much; he was a spontaneous kind of guy. It wasn't unusual for him to drop what he was doing to say, drive to Idaho, or wherever else the iCarly gang got an itch to go. Anyway, if he sat here long enough, there was a pretty even chance that something equally as interesting would happen. Drama abounded at high school social events. His thoughts turned back more years than he wanted to admit, to the last such event he had attended at Ridgeway. Recalling several near disasters that had occurred, he at first failed to notice Sam waiting at the top of the steps. From the corner of his eye he caught the motion of her descent, and had to do a double take to confirm that it was, in fact, Sam stepping carefully towards the car.

He caught his breath for just a moment. Sam, in her Cinderella gown complete with "glass" slippers and pinned up blonde ringlets was the image of a Disney princess. In his mind's eye he could almost see the coach and four pulling up, the coachman jumping down to sweep open the door…. Oh wait a minute! He was supposed to be opening the door. Right. Better get on that. He shook his head, marveling how time flies. It seemed like just the other day he'd been escorting them to Sunshine Girl meetings, and here they were in their senior year, getting ready to take on the world. He pondered this for a minute as he exited the car to open the door for Sam. He glanced at her again and concluded that the world had no idea what it was in for.