Okay, I know it's almost been a year but college actually kept me busy all year long and I'm really sucky with writing multi-chaps. While I'm very determined to finish this, I don't actually like how I've been writing this story. I've made a few changes here and I'll repost the next two chapters with slight changes as well.

Disclaimer: I'm not Dan.


"Hey wait up!"

Freddie looks back and waits for Sam to catch up with him. "I thought you were going to the mall with Carly?"

"She got held up in student government. "

"Ah," he replies, opening the passenger seat's door for her. He throws his bag in the backseat before hopping in. "Chili stop?"

She looks at him, "Do you have to ask?"

Two extra-large bowls of chili and three smoothies later, they were en route to Bushwell Plaza.

"You know, I've spent, like, three hundred dollars for your food just for this month. Maybe you should start paying for your own?"

Sam laughs."Yeah, okay, like I'll ever do that."

"What are you going to do when I stop paying for your food supplies then?" He asks, looking at her.

He knows she knows that there's little to no possibility of that happening but he humors them both for a second.

"Punch you in the face. But we both know you'll never do that so your face's safe."

He smiles and shakes his head, turning his attention back on the road. "Eh, it was worth a shot."

-0-0-0-

"This or this?"

"Eh."

"How about the light pink one?"

"Hm."

"Should I wear a chicken suit instead?"

"Sure."

"Sam!" Carly calls out, throwing the light pink blazer at her best friend, "You're not listening!"

"I'm sorry! It's just that I really don't care," Sam drawls out.

"Well, you could at least help me! Toby's taking me out to a fancy restaurant and I want to look nice," Carly reasons. "C'mon, please?"

Sam playfully rolls her eyes and says, "Ugh, fine. That blazer looks really nice with those shoes."

Carly grins at her before putting the clothes aside. "Okay, so we have about an hour and a half before I need to get ready. We can go and shoot the blue butt bit and then go over the Big Girls bit."

"M'kay."

"Do you know where Freddie is? I texted him earlier but he didn't reply."

"He told me he went to a pottery class with his mom. I think he's home now, I'll just tell him to go to the studio."

Carly suspiciously looks at Sam- who was busy texting Freddie- then looks at her phone. Huh.

-0-0-0-

"And clear," Freddie says, putting down his camera.

"Okay, I'm going to go get ready or else I won't finish in time," Carly tells them, getting out of her costume.

"I thought Toby was going to pick you up at 8?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

Sam and Freddie look at each other and laugh. "Dude, it's five-thirty."

"Well I need time to look nice, okay?! You just cost me five minutes!"

Once, she was sure she was out of earshot, Sam asks, "How long do you think it'll last?"

Freddie plops down beside her and starts editing.

"I'd say two weeks tops. All Toby ever wants to talk about is that stupid car of his."

"Well I'm guessing it'll last three days before he meets Mr. Cute Guy at the mall."

"Mr. Cute Guy, really?"

She playfully slaps his arm, "You know what I mean."

"Want to bet on it?"

"Loser has to buy smoothies?"

"Please, like I don't already buy you smoothies all the time."

"Fair. Then what do you suggest?"

Freddie contemplates for a while. "If I win, you go with me to the Galaxy Wars convention-"

"As if!"

"And if you win-"

"When I win."

"If you win," Freddie repeats, "I'll take you to that MMA fight you won't stop talking about."

"Seems a little extreme. You sure you want to go with that?"

"Could be worse, besides, we shouldn't even be betting on how long Carly's relationship will last."

"If you say so."

"Sam!" Carly shouts from her room.

"And that's my cue," Sam says, standing up. "Oh and don't forget, you have to help me pick up our props on Friday."

"After school, got it," Freddie salutes, typing away on his laptop.

He looks up to make sure she's gone and opens his browser and reserves two tickets to the Pain King versus Steel Toe match.

Just in case.

-0-0-0-

Carly turns the light on in the living room and her two best friends stir awake.

"Hey."

Sam grabs the remote and pauses the movie. "Hey, how'd the date go?"

"Really good, actually. He's taking me to the movies tomorrow," Carly sighs and sits beside Sam.

"Wow, two consecutive dates and he's got you happy sighing. Must be a keeper," Sam jokes.

"Whatever," Carly giggles.

Sam turns to Freddie who gives a shrug. "Well I'm going to leave you two to your girl talk. My mom's going to be home in a few and she might freak out when I'm not in there."

"Good idea," Carly says, moving to open the door for him.

He pats Sam on the head and she swats him away. "Night, Freddie."

"Goodnight."

"Night, dork."

Carly closes the door and plops down beside Sam again.

"Okay, so Toby wants to take me to this theatre-"

"Wait, are we actually going to have a girl talk?"


AN: So I changed the terms for the bet. Anyone catch a reference there? ;)