Sam's staring at me. And i'm not talking about staring off into space. No she's directly staring at me with that little evil smirk of hers. I'm panicking. I dont know if I should stay and be cool or run like Forest gump.

"Hey Freddie." Damn it. Now I cant go, especially when Carly expects me to stay. Dont get me wrong, i'm over the whole "I love her." thing. But if she see's me book it out the door, i'm gonna be hounded later.

I kept my gaze on Sam, who was still staring at me! What is her problem? Have you ever heard of speaking your mind? Of course you did. Your Sam.

"Hey, I- uhm- I just came to see if you guys wanted to run over some ideas for- uh-" i stammerd. This is basicly what happends when she looks at me. I cant concintrate. I wonder if Carly notices our back and fourth staring contest. Probably not, because she's now wrapped up in her television again.

I shook my head. "Ugh, Do you guys wanna run the iCarly ideas tonight or not?" I rushed, mostly speaking to Sam. She rolled her eyes, not removing the expression she had on before. "Why? We allready picked atleast 5 ideas for this weeks show. If we keep going at it, our show will be up to an hour." She said bluntly, making her way over to the fridge.

"Oh."

Carly giggled, watching another episode of 'girly cow'. Suposably one of the most amusing teen show. Ugh. And people wonder why their losing kids to the internet.

"Why do you even watch this anyways?" I sat down beside her, resting back lazily. She looked at me for a moment, then just went back to the show. "Because! Now shh! I dont have time to explain!" She grumbled, leaning forward towards the t.v screan.

I rolled my eyes. I guess i'll just go on the iCarly site and leave her to her preciouse t.v show.

Only two steps from the Shay's computer, I felt a firm grip on my arm, pulling me towards the stairs. "Hey! Sam, I gotta check the site!" Despite my protests, I was being dragged into the studio.

"What are you trying to do? Kidnap me?" I hissed, pulling my arm out of her grasp. She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "Please nub. If someone were to kidnap you, they'de probably give you back a second later."

I huffed, walking over to my aquiptment. She quriked her eyebrow at me, walking over to sit at the bean-bag chairs. "What are you doing?"

"Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah." I mummbled, re-starting up the adaptor. She shot me a dirty look. "what?"

I stopped what I was doing, rolling my eyes. "I'd tell you, but i'm sure that's all you'd beable to hear."

She shook her head, mummbling something under her breath. Now it was my turn to question her. "What?"

She looked down at her feet, then back up at me. She's planning something. I know it. Run Freddie, Run!

"Dont get all big headed about this, but I need your help." I froze. Wow, that must be the first normal sentence she has ever said to me that didnt end in Nub or Freddork or Fredachini. I smirked. I'm gonna milk this for what its worth.

"I'm sorry. Did Samantha Puckett just ask for my help?" I held a hand to my heart, fluttering my eyes for fake tears. I seen her hands clench into tight fists. She obviousely couldnt hit me. Not now, especially when she needs my help.

"Watch what your saying Frediot, Or you can kiss that hand bye-bye." She spat, standing up like the chair suddenly caught fire. I nodded, letting my hands fall to the side.

I'd like to keep them for awhile, you know.

"So, what is it Princess Puckett?" I said bordley. If you didnt know, "Princess Puckett" Is my own nickname i gave her. Around the time when we had to share a locker. Which, may i add, has now been destroyed by the reckless driving of her mother.

She sighed, looking up at the sealing before looking back at me. "I-kinda- need you to pretend to be m-m-my-m-my-" I quirked my eyebrow at her, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "Kinda- what?"

She bit the corner of her bottom lip, nibbling it for a second. "I need you to be my fake boyfriend." She mummbled, shutting her eyes tightly.

Wait. What? What? What? What? She wants me to be her boyfriend? Well, fake boyfriend. But its still the same thing! Technicaly.

But why the hell would she need me, of all people, to be her boyfriend? ... Okay. To be honest, I'm blushing. Its gay, I know. But when you get asked to be someone elses fake date, it kinda gets to you!

"Wha-Wai-Huh?" I sputterd, making sure i actually heard her right. There's no way that Sam wants me to be her-

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend. Please dont make me say it again." She spat, looking at anything but my eyes right now. I was greatfull too, I really didnt need her to see the red in my face right now.

"Oh." I shifted my weight. I'm not disgusted. Far from that. Any guy would be lucky to even be noticed by Sam. I know what you'd be thinking. Its Sam. I'm Freddie.

Dont get all suprised though, almost anyone can see that I am attracted to the girl in every way. Who wouldnt be? She's gorgeous, down to earth, independent, hillariouse and a babe to every guy that has even got a glance at her. Plus, we allready kissed, we can stand to hug eachother, I flirt with her almost all the time now, even as she doesnt seem to notice. I'm not complaining. But what i'm really wondering is "Why?"

She shot her head up, obviously not expecting me to ask that question. "Its the new gameshow, 'I know you', Its offering 5 million dollars Fredwardo!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. "Think about it, You and me up there, answering the winning question and 5 million smackeroonies is in our hands!"

I thought about it for a moment. Now that was a offer that was hard to pass up.

"So you want me to be your boyfriend for the game show?" She cringed, shaking her head. "FAKE boyfriend. But yes, thats about it. So are you up for it or not Fredward?"

I shrugged, smirking at her. This caused her to sigh. "What do you want out of it, Nub?" She grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Half the cut, And that means fifty-fifty Sammy. Not ten, not twenty, not thirty, not fourty. Even cut." She rolled her eyes, huffing. "Dude, what makes you think your presence is worth 250 million bucks?"

I shrugged, "Fine, then i wont bother you with my presence." I stated blankly, walking towards the door.

In 5-4-3-2...

"Wait." I smirked, turning on my heals. "Good, so we have a deal."

She sighed. "I should be proud of you right now. But instead, I wanna punch your face in. Funny isnt it?" Her voice oozed with saracasm, sitting back down onto the chair.

I shrugged. "Okay then, I'll see you later," I was half way out the door, still with my smirk intact.

"Girlfriend."

-Not my best chapter, but i tried to make freddie sound more smart xD review!