Hola, Muchachos!
Okay. I know it's been a while, and it might be a little longer, cause exams. And you're probably all, 'Really? A new story?' *insert snobby nasal voice*
Yes, a new story.
I'm not writing this one in a book first, though. it might be easier. I hope.
I'm going to share with you my inspiration for this story.

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There you have it.
'Dirty Work' by Cloudcrossing.
This one has A Rocket to the Moon songs, not All Time Low.
And it's not one specific album, it's actually every A Rocket to the Moon song on my iPod, chosen at random to what I think would fit the current chapter.
Starting with my personal favorite, She's Killing Me.

NOTE: If you listen to the song, or ever have, or know every word by heart, like me, you might notice the many similarities.
Lay off, I wrote it during math class.

Okay, so... I've rambled long enough, please, go enjoy, leave a review, just do your thing, you know?

DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor do I claim to own iCarly or any of it's affiliates. They are the sole property of Dan Schneider, not myself.

Carly, Sam and I were all relaxing on the couch on a Wednesday afternoon.

Well, I was trying to relax, Sam and Carly were discussing whether or not we were going to the 'End of School' dance, held at Ridgeway itself.

"It's gonna be lame."

"Totally"

"So let's not go"

"But I kinda want to..."

"Then go."

"But it's a dance at the school."

"Carly, are we going or not?"

"Yes. I think. No wait yes. No, I don't know."

"Come on Carls, just pick."

"Ugh. I need some time to think it over." Carly sighs, standing and smoothing her denim skirt.

She walks upstairs, but instead of following to hear the verdict, Sam gets comfortable.

Minutes pass before Sam breaks the silence. "What are you watching?"

But before I could answer, Carly floats down the stairs happily.

"Guys, we're going to the dance!"

"You finally got up the nerve to ask Ryan, didn't you?" Sam looks Carly over.

"No, no. He asked me!" she squeals, twirling.

"Ooh, a twist. Well, I guess you're gonna make me get a new outfit, right?"

"Well come on Sam, we need to look delicious for all the hot guys!"

"Translation: you look hot for Ryan, and I look half decent for the snack table guy."

"Oh Sam, you'll look great. Trust me."

Sam turns back to the TV, not buying it.

I think she'd look gorgeous. I think they both would. They're my best friends.

"Anyways, no offense Carly, but shopping with you is a nightmare. I'll just go myself."

"But what if you need a second opinion?"

"I'll take Frederly."

"But Sam..."

"Bye Carly! Come on, Nubson." Sam grins, strutting out the door.

"Fine, just let me get my keys."

"No need," she stops me. "We'll take mine."

We get into the elevator while arguing.

"But Sam, that's like a giant metal death trap!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

This continues until we get to the lobby.

"Sam, please. It's not safe."

"It's fine. You drive."

Sam throws me the keys and gets in the passenger side. Sighing, I climb in and start it up.

"You drive me absolutely crazy."

An hour later at the mall, We've just started looking for outfits ten minutes ago.

"Oh, this is so the one!" Sam's voice floats over the door.

"It's only the second one you've tried on."

"Yeah, I know... But you have to see it!"

And with that, Sam opens the door and steps out in all her glory.

She's chosen a summer dress that I can't imagine she'd ever wear. It goes down a little longer than mid thigh, strapless on top, dark blue with little dots that are incredibly pale pink in color, topped off with suede high heel ankle boots and a thin white cardigan.

"I feel hot." she smiles.

I don't know if it's the outfit or the lighting, but she looks different. Like I've never REALLY seen her since now.

And I kinda like it.

To avoid making a fool of myself, I turn away.

"Ouch."

"No, it's just... Look at this shirt!" I spin around with what may be the ugliest shirt ever.

"Ew, that is hideous! If you ever wear that in public or even think about buying it, I may never be able to associate with you again."

Laughing, she turns and walks back in to change.

"But seriously, thoughts?"

"You looked great. Definitely that one."

I sneak into a dressing room of my own and quickly change shirts. Stepping out, I wait for Sam.

"Okay nub, what do you wanna do no- Oh my god! Take it off take it off!" she shrieks, pounding on my chest.

It doesn't hurt, though I know she could probably kill me with her bare hands if she wanted to. It's just playful.

"No way, I think I might buy it." I say, checking myself out in the mirror obnoxiously.

"Ew, Freddie. Don't" she giggles.

Sam just giggled.

Oh my god.

That could possibly be one of the most rare yet cute noises ever.

"Okay, fine, you win."

After I change out of the shirt, we go back to Bushwell.

Well, we go halfway back to Bushwell.

"Freddie!"

"How was I supposed to know you were almost out of gas?

"Well, you could have paid attention to the gas meter!"

"This is your car!"

"Whatever. Look, there's a gas station. We have to walk."

"And you're making me pay for it?"

"Well, you did let the damn thing die!"

After going to the gas station, buying gas, putting it in Sam's car, and arguing over who would drive home, I get back in the driver's seat.

"Thanks."

"What?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, dork."

"Sorry."

Finally, home at Bushwell. We walk into Carly's apartment and see Spencer.

"Hola, los amantes de la!"

"Hey Spence."

"He- Wait, what did you call us?"

"Dude, you did not just call us lovers!"

"No... That's not what I said..."

Spencer is such a terrible liar.

"Don't ever call us that! Ever!" Sam yells.

"Yeah, we are not lovers!" I tag in.

Way to point out the obvious, Freddie.

"Okay! You guys don't need to yell at me!"

"Where's Carly?" Sam asks, effectively changing the subject.

"Upstairs. Videochatting with some dude. Should I be cautious of that behavior?"

"Nah, just a new guy. He seems harmless, but we'll keep you posted." she says while going up the stairs.

When we get to Carly's room, she's just saying goodbye to Ryan.

"Okay, well, I'll see you later, at school or something. Bye!"

"See ya Ryan." Sam calls from the back of the room.

Carly squeals and turns around, blocking the screen.

"Dude, what are you hiding?"

"Oh, nothing. You guys just scared me, is all." she sits down.

"Oh, hey Sam. Uh... Freddie."

"Hello to you too." I reply.

"Okay, I've got to go. Bye."

With that, Ryan signed off.

"I got an outfit for the dance!" Sam smiles, holding up her bags.

"Great! Now we need to choose mine!"

Sam and I looked at each other, then flopped on the bed.

"Nooooo..." We say together.

This is gonna be a long night.

REVIEW CHALLENGEEEEE!

Okay. Your challenge is to tell me your favorite A Rocket to the Moon song, new or old. I know them all.
Except 'He Can't Stand You'. I've never heard it. It's my dream.