Aaaand we're back! :D

So...are we all excited to see what's going to happen?

Will Sam be asked by this "mystery man"?

More importantly, will she say YES? Read on to find out!

Disclaimer: ...You know what goes here...

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For the next two days, Freddie would intercept all e-mails that the iCarly website would receive. For two days, he had no e-mails that were labeled 'Care of Freddie Benson'. Crap, crap, crap, he thought to himself. Sam spent so much of her time being…'rough around the edges' that no one wants to date her. He sat there, in front of his laptop, locked away in his room. I'll give it two more days…then…I guess I'll have to… Freddie shook his head, mentally struggling with himself. …I'll have to ask Sam. He shuddered at that thought. However, as much as taking Sam to his prom disgusted him, he knew that Carly wouldn't stop.

It was frustrating him. Freddie was running out of ideas, and with about three weeks to go, he had to act fast. Maybe I should just ask her and get it over with. I mean seriously…who in their right mind would ask Sam? He looked over at his phone and slowly reached for it. "…What have I got to lose?" he muttered to himself. Slowly, he typed out the question to Sam, his hands shaking the entire time. He shakily went to press the 'send' button, when he heard a faint 'ding'. He whipped his attention towards his computer, and there he saw it. A new e-mail. But, what caught his attention the most, was how it was addressed.

Care of Freddie Benson

Freddie set his phone down, forgetting all about his text message. Franticly, he opened the e-mail and proceeded to read it. His face lit up almost immediately; he had found someone that was interested in taking Sam! He quickly sent out a reply, asking the guy to meet him at the Groovie Smoothie, Saturday at two. He sent the reply out immediately and almost fell out of his chair with excitement. Oh, thank you GOD! he mentally shouted. I don't have to go with Sam! He got up from his chair and quickly changed out of his clothes, to a simple, grey tee shirt and a pair of flannel pants. Then, he turned off his computer for the night, shut off the lights in his room and flopped down on his bed. Hhnnn…really wish that Carly wasn't going with Griffin…but at least now I can concentrate on finding a date for myself now! He just lay there on his bed, in the dark. Yeah…for once, Sam can't possibly ruin something for me!

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At school the next day…

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It was fifth period, and Carly was swapping out books from her locker when Freddie had walked towards her. She smiled at him and greeted him warmly. "Hey Freddie! How was Math?" The brown headed boy sighed in frustration.

"Terrible! I asked out both Beth Patterson and Amy Gunderson…only to find out that both have dates!" He leaned up against the lockers and let out another sigh of frustration. Carly just arched an eyebrow at him.

"Umm…Freddie? I meant how was your class?" she asked the frustrated teen again. He looked a bit sheepish and straightened back up.

"Oh," he muttered. "It was fine. We have a test coming up in a week and then, we're going to start reviewing for the final. Carly giggled and shook her head at him.

"Oh Freddie," she replied. "I'm sure you'll find a date…hey, what about Sam?" But Freddie saw what Carly was attempting to do. He shook his head.

"No way! Besides, I think Sam might already have a date!" he quickly replied. Carly just gave him an odd look.

"What do you mean? She hasn't mentioned anything about a date to me!" she shouted.

"Who didn't say anything about a date to you?" Sam had asked. She came up to them while they had been talking. Carly turned to Sam and quickly began to jump up and down.

"SAM! Did you get a date yet? Oooh! Who asked you out; who; WHO?" Sam took a couple steps back, a bit disturbed by Carly's sudden outburst.

"Whoa here, Carls! Just chillax and back that crazy train up into the station!" she replied, holding up her hands, in case Carly decided to grab a hold of her for some reason and begin jumping up and down with her. "First off…no one asked me anything!" Carly's joyous expression faded quickly. "Now…where did you hear this awful rumor?" Carly looked over to Freddie, then back over to Sam.

"Oh, well, F-" she had started to begin.

"GIBBY!" Sam and an astonished Carly turned to look at him. "Gibby had come over and told us that you were asked by Ron Truman last period." Sam's expression quickly turned into a scowl.

"He's dead," she whispered, cracking her knuckles. She calmly walked over to him and grabbed him by the shirt collar. Gibby gave a startled cry and began to shout out for help. Carly, meanwhile, just turned back towards Freddie.

"Why did you lie to me, Freddie?" she asked him, slightly hurt. Freddie sighed, running a hand through is brown hair.

"I didn't lie to you, Carly," he began. "Sam does have a date! …Just not yet." Carly just gave Freddie a confused look again. In the background, Gibby was screaming for Sam to not dunk his head into the toilet…again.

"Then why did Sam act like she didn't know what you were talking about?"

"Because Sam doesn't know that there's someone that's going to ask her!" Freddie snapped back quickly. Carly remained silent again. "I heard in my Math class that there's someone in our school that wants to go with Sam."

"Oh," Carly flatly replied. "…Ohhhh," she then added a moment later with a small, sly grin. Freddie just shook his head.

"No…it's not me," he huffed. "But…trust me…Sam will be there with a date!" Sam walked back over to the two of them, dusting her hands.

"Well…Gibby's been reminded why it's not wise to prank Momma!" Carly just sighed and shook her head.

"Sam…we talked about this," she muttered.

"Well…I need to get moving to class," Freddie quickly replied. I'm going to get there early, maybe talk with Lucy Peterson and see if she's got a date yet! Adios!" he called, with a wave of his hand. Carly just giggled while Sam just rolled her eyes.

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That Saturday…

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Freddie sat there in the Groovie Smoothie, waiting for Sam's future date. He sat there, sucking on his smoothie and glancing around at the few patrons that were in the establishment. Well…it's almost time. I wish I knew who I was looking for! Oh well…at least he knows who to look for…

The minutes seemed to slow to a crawl and Freddie was starting to grow nervous. The door to the place swung open and there was a boy about his age, with light brown hair. He walked towards Freddie, grinning as he did so. "You must be Freddie!" he began. "I'm Tim," and extended his hand to Freddie. Freddie took it.

"Hey Tim. So…you go to Ridgeway?"

"Yeah…I'm actually in eleventh grade."

"Oh…cool! So…what do you like to do?"

"Oh, I actually play baseball," Tim replied. So, for an hour and a half, the two boys talked about a variety of things. Freddie gauged if Tim would be a good fit for Sam and just why it was he wanted to take her.

"So…you seem to be interested in taking Sam to the prom…now, you do realize that Sam can be a bit…abrasive?" Tim just chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah…but I like that! I find it…challenging!" Freddie grinned and nodded approvingly.

"Good! Now…I've already told you where her locker is, so the only thing I would advise you to do is ask her between periods…preferably when Carly is there with her!" Tim nodded in agreement.

"Sure…it sounds like a plan to me! So…any advice on how to do it?" he asked Freddie.

"Well…I would advise to stand firm when you do it. Be warned, she might try to punch you or something." Tim just winced at the mention of that.

"Why on earth would she do that?"

"…'Cause it's Sam," Freddie said in response. "Now, you might want to keep a fat cake or some bacon handy, just in case things go bad for you." Tim just nodded, absorbing all the advice Freddie was giving him. "Oh, and be sure not to make direct eye contact with Sam when asking her!" Tim just slowly nodded, not quite sure how to respond to that one.

"So…all of this will help me ask Sam?"

"I sure hope so," he whispered.

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The next school day…

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Sam and Carly were standing by their lockers, talking about their day so far. Or at least, Carly was attempting to fish for information from Sam about anyone taking her to the prom. "Sooo….?" she began. "Has a certain best friend of mine been asked by any guys to the prom yet?" Sam just shook her head.

"Carly…look. I've been polite about this for as long as I could. Now…stop asking me about the stupid prom!" she shouted back at her.

"But Sam! You need to be there!" Carly whined. But Sam just shook her head again.

"No, Carls! I told you! I'm not going!" It was then that Tim approached the two girls.

"Ladies," he greeted them. Carly and Sam just looked at the new boy for a few minutes.

"Hi," Carly warmly greeted him. "Are you new?" Tim just laughed and shook his head.

"No; I'm in eleventh grade," he began. "But…that's not why I'm here." He then turned his attention towards Sam. "I was wondering…if you're interested…I'd like to take you to the prom." Carly's face lit up with joy, while Sam just stuck out her tongue.

"No thanks," she muttered to him in response. Tim gave her a quizzical look, as did Carly.

"What?" they both asked simultaneously.

"What, you have cheese in your ears? I said, no thanks!" Sam then slammed her locker shut and began to walk away. Carly, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face, just turned to Tim.

"Would you excuse me for just a second?" she asked, and quickly dashed over to Sam. She grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Sam!" she hissed. "What is wrong with you? I thought we had a deal?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah…we did. However…only if the nub asked me! Not any guy!" Carly began to form a response, but knew she was sunk.

"Oh crap," Carly muttered.

"That's right, Shay! Sam Puckett, one; Carly Shay, zero!" Sam cheered, hoisting up her arms in triumph. "Well…I'm off to class to take my victory nap! Later Carls!"

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Well...looks like Carly didn't count on Sam being so...difficult...

You would think by now she would! ;D

So...what does this mean for Sam? Is she going to change her mind? Is a certain tech producer going to ask her instead?

Do I really need to tell you that you have to wait until the next chapter to find the answers to these questions? ;D

Until next time!