A/N: two chapters in one night? you lucky duckies! :D

here's chapter 3 ("question 2"). r&r folks!

Disclaimer: no poseo icarly. hay cerdos del vuelo en mis pantalones. ¡AY YI YI YI YI YI! (translate that and you get a cookie.)

Question 2: Does your heart skip a beat when you see him?

A) Whoa, yes!

B) No.

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"Sam, are you done getting ready?" Carly yelled to the bathroom door. Tonight was the night of the iCarly awards and she, Sam, and Freddie were getting all dressed up in spiffy dresses and tuxes, just like celebrities at a "real" award show would do.

"Carly, do I have to wear...this?" Sam groaned. She hated dresses. Almost as much as she hated vegetables. And homework. And school.

"Yes, Sam," Carly replied, sounding more like Sam's mother than her friend. Sam groaned even louder. "I'll give you a handful of Canadian bacon after the show!" Carly replied.

"You will?" Sam said, with hope in her voice. Oh, how she loved Canadian bacon! It was number three on her favorite foods list.

Carly giggled, "Yes, I will!"

"It's a done deal, then! Can you just help me with the zipper?"

"Sure," Carly replied, going into the bathroom to assist Sam.

At that moment, Freddie walked down the stairs, all decked out in a tux, a bowtie, and shiny shoes. His hair was greased back, thanks to his mother, but he had managed to get some of the gel out of it and bring some of its natural poofiness back.

"Hey, Spence," he said, seeing Spencer working hard on assembling the iCarly Awards statuettes.

"Hey, Freddo. Whoa! Looking spiffy there!" Spencer replied as he and Freddie exchanged a knuckle punch.

"Thanks, any lint on me?"

"Not on the front, spin around," Spencer replied. Freddie did a ballerina twirl, and Spencer laughed.

"What's so funny?" Freddie said, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Spencer said between laughs, "You're good, you can turn around now." Freddie rolled his eyes, and turned back around.

"You look great, Freddo. Just fix your bowtie, and you're set," Spencer said, reassuringly. Freddie went up to a mirror to fix his lopsided bowtie. When he got to the mirror, he noticed a glob of gel still stuck in his hair and pulled and tugged to get it out.

Carly and Sam stormed out of the bathroom. "I hate zippers! They're so uncooperative!" Sam yelled.

"It's not the zipper's fault that it refused to budge. Maybe you gained a few pounds from that ham," Carly teased, poking Sam's stomach.

"Hey!" Sam replied, "Momma really loves her ham!"

Carly laughed, "We're ready!" she yelled to Freddie and Spencer.

Spencer turned to face the girls. His hands were covered in sticky, tacky glue. It showed he was hard at work making the statuettes. Then, Freddie turned to face them. His bowtie was now straight and his hair now perfectly poofy. Sam, stepping out into the living room, stopped and looked and Freddie. Her heart stopped and it seemed like he was the only one in the room.

Wow, Sam thought, The boy cleans up good. Who would have thunk? He's actually borderline...hot! Wait, what? What are you thinking, Puckett?! He's supposed to be a nub, the person you abuse, the person you hate! You're not supposed to think he's hot! Snap out of it, girl! Her internal battle with herself was interrupted by the sound of Freddie's voice.

"Carly, you look...amazing!" Freddie said, awestruck. Gag me, thought Sam.

"Thanks, Freddie," Carly replied, smiling.

"And Sam, you look...um..." Freddie struggled with trying to find the right word that wouldn't insult Sam, but wouldn't overly please her either. "Clean."

"I will take this as an compliment. Thanks nub, you don''t look half bad yourself." Sam replied, lightly punching Freddie in the shoulder.

Freddie's watch beeped. "Guys, we're live in five minutes!"

"Okay," Carly responded, "Have fun making statuettes, Spencer!"

"Will do," Spencer said, waving with his sticky hands. With that, Freddie, Sam, and Carly hurried up the stairs to the loft, ready to do another peppy webshow.

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Sam sighed, "I guess that counts," and circled yes on the paper.

A/N: 2 down, 7 to go. what will happen next? find out on the next episode of...DRAGONBALL Z!