Summary: After Carly finds out Sam's secret, she decides to do another Win a Date Contest on iCarly. This time, Freddie is the mystery date. Does Sam win, or does some one else win? How does Sam react?

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Sam's POV:

"I'm Carly!" She said.

"I'm Sam." I said. Spencer turned the camera to me, then to Carly. I had to say I was here because if I didn't, then Freddie would wonder why I'm not here, and Carly couldn't make up an explanation because everyone obviously saw I was here.

"And this is iCarly! The only web show that could make the most boring person laugh. Anyway, you remember the last time we did iWin A Date. Only there were different girls and a different date." Carly's face looked disgusted for a second. Last time we did iWin A Date, we did it so Gibby could date Shannon. However, he accidentally picked Carly and had to go on a date with her. I had to go on a date with some nub called Rueben and Freddie had to date Shannon. The date went badly. I finally got rid of that nub; Gibby embarrassed himself like usual and Shannon left. Oh well, at least I got her cake, which I stole after Gibby stopped dancing on the table. Well, we're doing it again!" I pressed my remote, which makes cheering noises. "Like last time, their voices are disguised. First, the mystery date!"

The camera turned to the screen blocking Freddie. "Hi Carly." His voice was deeper.

"Now for the girls." Carly pointed to me. "Girl Number One!"

"Hey Carly." I said. My voice was squeaky, like Fred's.

"Girl Number Two!" Carly pointed to Delia.

"'Sup Carly." Her voice sounded like it was coming from a man speaking out a loudspeaker. I tried not to laugh.

"And Girl Number Three!" Carly pointed to Wendy.

"Hi Carly." Her voice sounded like it was croaking. It was annoying.

"As you know, the mystery date will ask questions and in the end he'll choose a girl based on her answers. Whoever he chooses will be his date!" Carly went to us. "So let's start!"

"Okay." said Freddie. "Girl Number One." He paused for a second, as if he was trying to think. "What do you like to do during your spare time?"

Uh oh. Any answer that any one would expect would totally give it away. There were some things I did every now and then that no one would expect, like reading and singing. Carly and Freddie knew I like to read, but no one knew I like to sing. I wasn't prepared to tell either. "Uh…sports?" Okay not really. I was really good with sports, but I really didn't do many on my spare time since I never signed up for any, and I was too lazy. I like to play football some times though.

"Girl Number Two?"

"Well I like to talk with friends. When I'm not talking with friends, I like fencing and drawing."

"You like fencing?" He sounded excited. Just great. Freddie loves fencing. He still does fencing with Spencer every now and then. Mrs. Benson doesn't know though.

"Yep. I do it every day."

"I like fencing too!"

Delia looked satisfied. She was lying, it was too obvious. Delia looked like a girly girl, the annoying kind I mean. She had light brown hair that was straight and shiny and she brushed it or ran her fingers through it if she couldn't brush it, every five minutes. She wore light pink lipstick and light blush so her skin looked completely flawless. Between every period she put her makeup on or checked her face in the bathroom mirror. She wore pink all the time. She was wearing a tight pink-and-gray V-neck shirt over a pink camisole. She had a pink miniskirt on and pink high-heels. Yes, high-heels. I didn't know any sixteen-year-old who wore them when they weren't going to a special event. Then again, Delia was pretty much an airhead. She was becoming popular though. She began hanging out with Tasha and her friends. Delia got on my nerves.

"Girl Number Three?"

"Ummm…I like to write." Said Wendy. Wendy was girly too, but was tolerable. That's saying something, coming from me.

"Okay…" Freddie paused for a second. "Who's your favorite singer, Girl Number One?"

I listened to a lot of music, but I listened to country often. I'd some times mention listening to country singers, but never said I liked country. "Taylor Swift."

"Okay…Girl Number Two?"

"Any one who writes pop." answered Delia.

"Pop is fine."

Ew, he liked pop. Some pop is okay, but most of it annoys me. "Dork." I said, before I can stop myself.

"What?" He sounded shocked.

Carly shot me a look. What the hell was wrong with me? "Oh no, I was just reading some thing Sam wrote about Freddie. I love reading out loud." I lied.

Freddie sighed. "Okay, Girl Number Three."

"Avril Lavigne."

There was a pause. Freddie doesn't like Avril Lavigne. He made it clear when Carly and I said we liked her. "Okay…Girl Number One. What do you know about technology?"

I sighed. That dork. His huge obsession with tech stuff annoyed me. I don't mind the fact he likes it and is good at it, but he's obsessed with it about as much as he used to be obsessed with Carly and has long boring talks about it, and some thing I do not like about him. I like food and I may eat it a lot but I'm not obsessed with it.

Delia and Wendy smiled. It was clear it was Freddie since Freddie is pretty much the only guy in the school who is obsessed with technology. Even his geeky friends aren't obsessed with it that much. Everyone knew about it too, even Delia. Great, all three of us like Freddie. But the both of them could make it clear.

"I know how to use the internet. I know nothing else." I said I could lie, but that would mean a long boring conversation about stuff I didn't know. Man, I hated giving up, even for Freddie.

"Well my uncle is really good with computers. He takes after Bill Gates, except he's not as rich."

Great, Bill Gates is Freddie's hero. Did this Delia girl magically know people when she barely talked to them? Or maybe she wasn't that much of an airhead.

Yeah and maybe pigs can fly.

"Wow, you're uncle must be awesome."

"Thanks." She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

Grrr…I wanted to rip her face off.

"Girl Number Three?"

Wendy looked defeated. "Uh…I know the internet too."

"Okay…"

And that's exactly how it went for a while. Freddie asked questions and Delia some how impressed him. I wanted to rip her face off and Wendy was giving up. I had to remind myself not to get worked up over Freddie. But I couldn't help it.

"Okay, last question." he said. "How would you be as a girlfriend?"

I had to come up with some thing. "Um…I'd be good to you, I guess. I'd go on dates and get you stuff." I tried to imagine dating Freddie. It would be awkward, but I secretly wanted to.

"Girl Number Two?"

"I'd be an awesome girlfriend. I'd be nice to you, I'd give you presents, I'd take you wherever you want, I'll help you out when you need it and I'll be loyal."

"Great." He sounded happy. I tried to hold back my anger. You have no idea how hard that is.

Wendy sighed. "I'd have every good quality a good girlfriend has. You won't have to worry about being stood up. I'll give you anything you gifts every now and then. I'll listen."

"Okay." Carly said. "It's time for our mystery date to choose!"

Oh no. This was it. I looked. Wendy looked nervous and Delia was just smiling. What if he chose her? Then I'd be forced to deal with seeing him date another girl. What if he chose me? What would I say? What would he say?

Okay, I needed to calm down. I was Sam Puckett. I could care less about whether he chose me or not right? If he didn't, it was a chance for me to move on to some one else. Some one not a dork.

But I wanted him to choose me. Wait, I didn't care! Right?

"I choose…" He paused for a moment. "Girl Number…"

Who will he choose? Find out in the next chapter!

Sorry, but I felt the need to leave a cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'll update fast. I'm starting school in two days, which means I might update less. I will try to have another chapter or two up before then though.

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