Soultaker97's challenge:
Heyy, this is my first time putting something out on fan fiction. Now since this is just a challenge that I'm putting out there for anyone to take over all I'm gonna ask is for you to give my idea a shot so here it is:
Sam doesn't think that Freddie could woo a girl and Freddie doesn't believe Sam has what it takes to get a guy to hang on her every word, so they make a bet. Sam has to get Freddie and Freddie has to get Sam the losers "punishment" is up to you.
Take my challenge and do with it what you will if you're wondering why I'm not writing the story myself it's cause I'm not very good with writing stories so anyone out there who wants to make it their own please do but let me know first cause I'd like to follow your version of the story.
Be creative and have fun with it! Make it whatever you want it to be!But I ask for 2 things:
1. I prefer it to be rated T just cause that's what I mainly read, you can rate it differently if you really want though.
2. It HAS to be Seddie!
SO GET TO TYPIN I WANNA SEE THIS COME ALIVE!
Author's Note / Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly, I wouldn't be writing this story, would I? So, I don't own it or any of the characters. The inspriation and idea came from 'soultaker97's challenge'. Thank you and enjoy the story…
-They Really Shouldn't Date Other People-
It was one of those average days and three friends were sitting around in an apartment, looking for something to do.
"Sam, that's gross!" Carly exclaimed, suddenly.
Her best friend was picking her nose and flicking it at the boy across the counter from her. He wore a disgusted expression upon his face but didn't say anything.
"Oh Carls," said the blonde, throwing her hands up in the air and consequently whacking the boy from his seat. "You have a lot to learn…"
"About what?" Freddie asked, from his position on the floor. "Being a slob and being unloved?"
"Shut up Benson," sneered Sam. "Just because you can't get a girl…"
Carly gasps suddenly and runs to stand in between the feisty blonde and the angry looking brunette. This had happened way too many times before. But this time, she thought, it was a lot worse, and the things they were saying to one another, held a more deeper meaning.
"…says the thing flicking boogers into my face!" Freddie retorts. "No guy would ever date you!"
"Freddie!" the best friend in the middle gasps. "That was-"
"Oh yeah? Well, you're so ugly and lame that no girl would even attempt to be asked out by you!"
"You know what Puckett-"
"STOP! You two are giving me a headache! Can't you just get along for five minutes?"
"No!" Sam and Freddie yelled at her simultaneously and then took turns to slap one another.
"Hey peoples, how goes it?" says a voice out of nowhere.
It was Spencer, the crazy artist who was always hanging around his apartment. Hey, go figure. The Shay apartment, much to his approval, was always filled with Carly's friends and they always sat on his couch.
"Bad," says Carly. "These guys won't quit fighting."
"Ah," says the man, scratching his head. "So, really… there's nothing unusual going on."
"Spence, this is serious!" the girl whines, punching her brother's shoulder lightly.
"I don't know why. Sam and Freddie are always this obnoxious."
"Spencer!"
"You know it's true, sis," said Spencer, sticking out his tongue.
Carly returned the favor, and turned back to face her two friends, only to find Freddie on the ground with Sam sitting on his back and twisting his arm behind him. How could she have not seen this coming?
After a little bit of stuggling to pull them apart, and Freddie leaving the apartment to go and take a bath, the brunette sighed and frowned at her best friend while crossing her arms.
"What?" Sam questioned, looking not at all ashamed. "You know I hate the dork."
"I don't know. Sam, sometimes I think that you-"
"Oh my God!" Spencer exclaimed, running into the kitchen and grabbing both the girls into a hug.
"Put me down, or I swear I'll-"
"Sam! That's no way to speak to my brother!"
"Why? You do…"
"I don- that is beside the point Samantha Puckett!"
The two friends were now glaring at one another, until Carly suddenly bursts out laughing. Sam just looks at her like she had gone mad. It could possibly be the truth, she thought quickly.
"Okay… why are you laughing?" Sam asked, bewildered.
"It's just… silly really… I thought you and Freddie actually-"
Her words were cut off, because Sam had tackled her to the ground and was trying to get her to stop talking, but it didn't work very well. Carly Shay always found a way.
"-you guys don't really hate each other… do you?"
"Of course we do, Shayster," says Sam, fiercely. "Why do you think I call him a variety of original nicknames and hurt him as much as physically possible?"
"You like him," replied the other friend in a very small voice.
Sam stood up slowly, shocked at what was said. Not disgusted, but speechless. Her face went ghostly white, and wondered if she actually heard her best friend right. Herself? Liking… Freddie? Come on, it wasn't possible, was it? I mean, he was Freddie… the dork. The geek.
"I d-don't. If you say that again I'll have to kill you, Carls."
"Well," said Carly, sitting up but staying on the floor. "Freddie has a crush on someone."
He does? Sam thought, but quickly changed her mind. Wait, I don't care. I hate him, he hates me. It's a very
mutual hate/love relationship. Now her best friend had put an idea into her head.
"So?"
"So, you totally are denying that you care that he likes someone other than you."
Carly looked triumphant, like she was completely right. But she wasn't. Sam didn't care who Freddie was dating, nor did she like him -in that way. Or in anyway for that matter. They weren't even… friends so how could they think about being something more?
"Don't make me hurt you," threatened Sam, taking a step toward her best friend.
"You can't hurt me," said Carly, smiling.
Sam groaned and held a hand for her friend to grab which she did and was pulled up to her feet. The brunette looked at her best friend and sighed. It was denial that had grabbed a hold of Sam and wasn't letting go for anything.
"I don't like him," said the blonde, in a whiny tone of voice.
Whatever you sa-ay Puckster," said Carly in a sing-song way.
"Carly stop insinuating my feelings! I know I hate the guy, and he hates me back. It's… mutual."
The other girl was confused. "Insinuating?"
"It means, thinking more of what something really is," explains Sam quickly.
"Huh? No it doesn't." Carly replies, picking up a dictionary and flipping through the pages. "It means, suggest something in an indirect way."
"Nyahh! Just stop telling me that I like the dork, when really I don't and never will!"
"You're lying," said Carly. "Sam, you are lying through your teeth. I'm your best friend, I know when I'm being lied to."
"Whatever," said the blonde girl, walking toward the front door. "I gotta go… take a shower."
"Since when do you take showers Sam?"
"Since I have a nosey best friend, who doesn't want to realize her best friends are very much in hate with each other."
"In hate?" Carly questioned, with one raised eyebrow.
"You heard me."
"Sam, if you were "in hate" with him, surely you wouldn't have told him about my 'hero phase'."
"Yeah, but-"
"…and if you were "in hate", you wouldn't have gone to him for help when you were hurt by my old best friend, Missy Robinson…"
"Carls, I don't-"
"If you were "in hate", Freddie wouldn't have listened to your advice or helped get rid of Missy by giving up something he really, really wanted. Just for you!"
"Arrrgh! I'm not… wait, what?"
Carly gulped and regretted what she had just said to her best friend. That was meant to be kept a secret, both things, in fact. Sam had no idea why he and Carly had broken up and he never told Sam that he gave up the six month cruise. But, it was too late. Sam was now staring at her best friend in disbelief.
"Uhh," started Carly. "I gotta go and-"
The girl ran off before finishing what she had started saying, and left Sam down stairs on the couch, feeling very confused indeed. What did all of this mean? Freddie and Carly, keeping secrets from her? How dare they, she thought suddenly, turning to anger. It was always the first and only option for the Puckett girl.