OMG ok so i have had this story on for less than 2 hours and I've already received so many emails telling me people have added it to their alerts and favorites! You guys rock! Oh, and I'm really sorry if theres any typos or anything like that because I do pretty much all my writing on my I-pod. So this is my second update in one night! But that's mostly due to the fact that I had already had chapter 1 written and was just too lazy to upload it. Receiving all those emails really motivated me to get chapter 2 up quickly! *hint hint* reviews really do speed up the writing process(; This chapter is a lot shorter than the last but its mostly a filler. Also, I have never been to the Bachelor set so I have no idea what goes on behind the scenes. This is purely my imagination as to what goes down when the cameras aren't rolling. So yeah, same as last time chapter Read, Review, Follow! Au Revoir!

DISCLAIMER: I own no part of the Icarly franchise. I also do not own the Bachelor/Bachelorette. Anything that you recognize, is not mine.

Crap. Crap. Crap. I'm at a loss for words as she continues to stare at me, frozen with one hand still on the limo door.

What is she doing here? Never in a million years have I ever pictured Samantha Puckett coming on a show like this. 25 squealing, giggling girls drinking alcohol and competing for one mans attention? Not the kind of place I would ever imagine her to be. But then again, 10 years ago I wouldn't have imagined myself here either.

I need to say something. This silence has been dragging on way to long. Surely the crew must be noticing. I try to recall if the show has a rule about the bachelor knowing one of the women. I can't remember.

"Um...uh hello" I say awkwardly.

"I'm going inside, it's er...cold out here." She speed walks right past me and into the mansion. I stare after her lost in thought.

I jump as Chris Harrison puts his hand on my shoulder; I hadnt heard him walk over.

"So, Freddie, you've met all the women now. How are you feeling?"

"Well, Chris," I begin trying to figure out exactly how I feel right now. He must notice I'm fumbling because he says, "Excited? Nervous? Overwhelmed?"

Overwhelmed. That's an understatement.

"Yes. Definitely overwhelmed!" I say.

"Well hopefully you can push that feeling aside because it's time to head inside, as soon as we return! Stay with us."

"Annnd cut!" the producer, Greg, calls. Two hairstylists run over to me with a can of hairspray. They tousle my hair and spritz it to make it hold. One of them straightens my collar before they both hurry away. I'm not sure how I feel about this. The hairstylists, the producers saying cut and action. It all feels too scripted. I've been told that only tonight is staged like this. I sure hope so.

"Lets move inside everyone," Greg directs. We all follow him inside the mansion.

"All right everybody let's move his along. Chris, you know the drill," Chris nods and Greg turns is attention towards me, "Ok Freddie. When you hear Chris say your name, you walk in the sitting room. Each of the girls are in there. You have 3 hours until the rose ceremony. Try and talk to each of them. As I'm sure you know, there is a first impression rose. Give this to whichever girl gives you the best first impression. Got it?" I nod trying to clear my head. I still am in shock at seeing Sam again.

Greg gives the cue to start filming and Chris begins speaking to the camera with such an ease, that its obvious he's been doing this for years.

"Welcome back everybody. Now bachelor, Freddie Benson, has just met 25 beautiful women. Now it's time for the first cocktail party." Chris finishes his lines and starts down the hallway that leads to the sitting room. I take my position at the mouth of the doorway and wait for my cue.

"Welcome ladies!" I can hear Chris addressing the girls, "I hope you're all having a wonderful time! Now who's ready to talk to Freddie?" this is answered by much appaulase and I'm forcing myself to take deep breaths when I begin walking down he hall.

As soon as I'm in the line of sight of the women here's an eruption of cheers. I can't help but grin as I look around at all the smiling faces.

That is until I catch sight of one girl who's sitting in the back by herself, a drink in her hand, purple converse propped up in front of her, and deliberately looking anywhere but at me. It's going to be a long night.