Carly's POV

"Carly I am not going to do this!" Sam whined. We were at school the next day and like I said before their getting dates if it kills them!

"Sam you're asking Travis out! He's over at his locker now so go!" I push her. She eating a piece of bacon toast (don't ask).

"Wait!"

"What?" Sam yells, I take her bacon toast and she growls at me,

"Give it!"

"Ask Travis to prom first then you can," She glares but goes up to him. I check her outfit, I picked out her clothing, and believe me it took a lot of ham offers to get her to wear a short skirt with black leggings under them, flip flops, and a blue tank top with a short jean jacket.

Sam's POV

I hate this. I want to kill Carly for making me wear this girly yuckness! At least now I'm stocked with ham for a couple of months by Carly's deal. I slowly walk over to Travis, these stupid flip flops hurt! It's like wearing thongs on your feet! Huh, don't think about that Puckett that's the last you want to think about. Travis looks over and smiles at me, he is pretty cute with his dirty blonde hair and his grayish blueish eyes.

"Yo Travis!" Wait, I'm suppose to be 'girly' like Carly told me to be. Oh God I hope I don't puke for doing this,

"I mean, hi Travis," I bat my eyes. Ugh! How does Carly do this?

"Hey Sam, you look" he checks me out what a perve. "Hot today,"

"Ya, ya, anyways," You can do this Puckett. You don't want to go to prom alone and look more pathetic then Fredlumps

"I was wondering..." You know if they wanted to go with mamma, they should pay for it, or just give me the money and stay out of my life. That sounds familiar…

"If you wanted to go to prom with me." I said flatly with no enthusiasm. He smiled and I have to admit for a pervert he had a nice smile.

"Ya sure, sounds cool," Yaaaay, he said yes, im so excited. (Sarcasm much?)

"Yay, cool, whatever, go to Bushwell Plaza at seven, limo will pick us up there bye." Before he could reply I left for my bacon toast, there now no more Carly harassing,

"Sooo?" Carly had her girly grin on her face, I rolled my eyes,

"He said yes, there happy? Now give me my bacon toast!"

She squealed, ugh, "Yay! Now it's Freddie's turn!" She handed me my bacon toast, haha, Freddie is in for a fun time.

Freddie's POV

I come in school and look both ways making sure I don't see Carly anywhere, I suddenly see her watching someone, I follow her stare and see her watching a blonde girl and Travis. I look closer and gasp realizing its Sam. I try to hold my laughter realizing how much she probably hates this. I wonder how much ham Carly offered Sam. Even though I hate, hate, hate to admit it Sam looks… nice. But it just doesn't fit her. I like (or at least prefer) her better when she was back to her old outfits.

After Sam is done talking to Travis she walks back over to Carly and Carly squeals with delight, I bet Travis said yes to Sam. Haha, he's in for a bad, violent night. Sam grabs something I think is toast and walks away. I head for my locker quickly as I can before Carly could see me.

"Freddie!" Aw butter. Too late. I turn around and put on a fake smile.

"Hey Carls,"

"Guess what! Sam asked Travis to prom and he said yes! Aren't you excited?" She's so loud and happy. Why would I be excited for a guy who's going out with a demon?

"Puh! Totally!" I sounded sarcastic. I hope Carly got the memo that I don't care. Guess not.

"I know right! So now, next step you have to ask out Shelby!" I roll my eyes and groan.

"But Carly-"

"No 'but Carly' anything! Your asking her today if you like it or not!" I try to put my foot down but she gives me those doe eyes and I can't resist. Ugh curse her doe eyes.

"Fine."

"Yay! This is gonna be so much fun!" She claps.

"So fun," I roll my eyes. "But then you have to ask out Brad," She suddenly turns red and stops clapping,

"What if he says no?" I look behind her and smirk.

"It looks like you're about to find out," And leave her with a confused look on her face.

Sam's POV

Mmmm, toast. I thought gnawing on my bacon toast. I wonder what Carls is up to now.

Carly's POV

I was about to say what to Freddie but he quickly leaves, I look over and then Brad is coming my way! Alert! Alert! Oh my God! What do I do! How do I look! I need a mirror!

"Hey Carly," Brad flashes me his white teeth, I go weak at the knees.

"H-hey Braaaad," I stare at him smiling and batting my eyes.

"How's it going?"

"Oh you know the usual nothing. Trying to get Freddie to ask Shelby out to prom. Ha so badonkers!" Badonkers? BADONKERS? My life is now ruined forever.

"Haha, that's sweet." Huh he doesn't even seem to notice. Okay, come on Carly Shay, ask him out. Come on you can do it.

"So Brad, I was wondering… if you know… wanted to… like… maybe… go to prom with me?" I squeak out the last part.

"Ya of course!" He smiles widely, I use every ounce of my body to not break out dancing!

"Really? Cool! Just come to my apartment, were we have ICarly, around seven!" He smiles, "Cool, see ya then Shay."And he walks away. I feel like I'm floating on air.

-Lunch-

"Guys!" I run over were Sam and Freddie sat eating their foods.

"Hey Carls," Sam says with a mouth full of chicken.

"What is it?" Freddie asks.

"I asked Brad to prom and he said yes!" I squealed, they smile at the same time… too weird.

"That's great!" They said in unison. Really too weird.

"Um… ya. Anyways, Freddie did you ask Shelby yet?" I ask.

"Ya, she said sure." He rolled his eyes. Sam laughs and Freddie glares at her.

"Yay! Now we all have dates! Prom is gonna be so much fun!" I took a bite of my cheese pizza. They all nodded, and for a second everything was peaceful. For a second.

"So Puckett, are you ready for getting prom set up after school?" Freddie smirks. Sam glares and punches him in the arm.

"Ow!"

"I'm ditching the stupid prom making poster or whatever their gonna make me do."

"Sam you can't, or else you're not gonna graduate!" I yell. She is so stubborn sometimes.

"Ugh, but Carly!" I gave her a look,

"Ugh! Fine. I'll go make poster and chiz." I smile, "Good."

-After School-

Sam's POV

I slam my locker and head to the stupid gym and see what those people want me to do to help set up the stupid prom. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When I get there I look around to see who the stupid people there are stupid enough to volunteer. I need to stop saying stupid.

There were only about twelve of us and then I spot a nub. Oh for my heaven of ham! Fredward is here? He signed up! What the chiz!

"I want to first start off my thanking you to come and help with prom!" Blah, blah, blah, Mrs. Ackerman, just blabbed out worthless crab. I sneak a glance at the nerd and we have eye contact, he smirks and I just want to blow my fist in his dorky head.

"I will now name off people who will work with who, and what they will be working on." She starts to name people off and when she gets to the end, I realize she hasn't said me or Fredwardo yet. Oh chiz! No! No! No!

"And Samantha Puckett and Fredward Benson will be working on the posters to set up around the school! Now all of you go get started." I was about to have a nervous breakdown when Freddie came over, looking all mad as I was.

"This is unbelievable!" He remarks.

"No chiz! Why are you even here?"

"Extra credit," Ha, of course, what a friggin nerd.

"Well, it looks like were gonna be working with each other for a few weeks, great." He rolls his eyes. I don't say anything and grab the stupid poster and markers.

"Let's go." And off I went with the nub. This is gonna be a long two hours.