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He went quiet for a moment there. But then the dork finally spoke. "You okay, Sam?"

I rolled my eyes, despite the fact that he couldn't see me through the chizzy phone!

"Why wouldn't I be? Just come and pick me up already! I'm freezing my butt off here." I hissed into the phone. I walked a little, so that I would not transform into a lump of ice.

"Chill, I'm on my way," He said. "By the way, what is with that.. Super handsome Tyson dude? Isn't your date supposed to bring you back home and not your dorky friend?" I heard him mumble gloomily.

… And there it was again. Welcome back, guilt! Missed ya… NOT!

I sighed, closing my eyes for a brief time. Man, why was I feeling that way?

"The super handsome Tyson, is a super slimy douche bag!" I told him in a matter of fact tone.

He chuckled. "That's more like it!," I smiled. "And.. What about your dorky friend?" He wondered, trying to hide his nosiness from Momma!

My smile became bigger. "He's just half as dorky."

Then there was nothing. Ugh! I am so bored..

"Nub! Keep me entertained!" I exclaimed.

"What? Sam I'm driving!," The whiney nub whined. "You can call yourself lucky that I drive and talk to you on the phone - you know, it's illegal!"

I quietly mimicked him in the most dumbest way I managed. Why is he such a goody- goody?

"Wow, Benson. You're such a rule breaker!," I gasped sarcastically. "What will you do next.. Drink while you drive? WOOO!"

"Haha, so funny, Puckett!" He retorted in a dully tone.

"Whatevs." I said. "Just come and bring me home.." I kicked a little rock that was laying in front of my feet.

I felt so worn out. I was hungry, tired, annoyed, cold and sick of that make up and these shoes! All that because of this stupid jerk, called Tyson Mc - I don't even care!

"Freddie.. What is taking you so long?" I asked sleepily.

"Hold on," He softly answered. "I know your date took you to a restaurant but you're hungry anyway. So I brought you fried chicken on the way. I'm almost there."

FRIED CHICKEN! I LOVE FRIED CHICKEN! And so, I was wide awake again!

"Thank you, Benson. You are a GENIUS!" I smiled happily. I could already smell it. Aw, fried chicken.. Momma looooves you!

"Thanks." I could hear the sheepish grin behind it.

I saw his car and it parked right next to me. I quickly got in. My nose felt cold and I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. That stunk!

"Hey." He smiled

"Sup?" I nodded slowly.

There was silence, then Fredward spoke up.

"Uh, one sec!" He raised his finger and crawled to the car boot.

What the chiz was he doing? I smiled goofily as he turned his behind to me to get something.

"Nice butt." I commented, knowing that it would abash him.

He quickly turned around and threw a green blanket on my lap. His face was redder than mine got from the cold outside.

He huffed and refused to face me. I chuckled lightly at his behavior. He was a real gentlemen. A quickly getting embarrassed gentlemen. I loved that!

"Now where's my fried chicken?" I asked excited, as I looked around the car.

"Here." He said and handed me a brown paper bag. There it was.. My treasure!

I opened it and took one out, chewing like crazy on it. Mhhh I closed my eyes to savor this moment properly.

Freddie started the motor and we made our way home.

"So," Freddie began between my loud munching. "How was your date?"

"Are you kidding me?," I asked munching on my food. "It's not even worth it calling it a 'date'." I used my dirty hands to make air quotes around 'date' because : Boy.. That was so not a date!

I saw Freddie grinning from the corner of my eye. Normally I would punch him for that but this time I let him get away with that. I grinned myself a bit, before I took a bite.

"What did he do?" He wondered, hiding his grin.

"He said that I had an attitude, that I lose control when it comes to food, which is true but whatever AND he said that he doesn't know me when the waitress kicked me out!" I explained quickly.

"Airhead," Was Freddie's answer. "Besides, wasn't he sitting on the same table as you?"

"I know right!" I agreed, chuckling. "I wish I would have let him eat on the floor.."

"Why did they kick you out, anyway?" Benson wondered, frowning. "Did you use too much parmesan again?"

.. He was speaking of our date. I felt.. Weird. So I cleared my throat and shook my head.

"No, there was a dumb lady who said I eat like a pig, so I frazzled her out!"

"What did you say?"

"I called her 'Snobbington', told her to cut that snobby chiz out and said that I would love to be a pig!" I replied.

"Snobbington sounds great. We should make an iCarly segment which includes that lady. We could call her that!" Woah, that was an epic idea!

"See? You are creative, dorkington!" I patted him on the shoulder.

"It was your idea," He blushed lightly. "And don't use those names on me!" Fredward added annoyed.

"That Tyson guy ticked me even more off!," I admitted, scoffing. "He didn't even had the guts to ask me out and then he.. Just let me down." I mumbled, taking the last bite of my fried chicken.

"Is this the part where I have to tell you how lucky any guy would be to date you?" I faced Freddie and he did a little dance with his eyebrows.

He indeed is a dork.

"No! This is the part where you have to shut your trap and pray that I don't punch you!" I snarled angrily.

"Okay." He simply said.

I sighed and looked out the window. Boring as chiz..

"Buuut," I heard Freddie smirking, so I turned to face him. "We're gonna get back on him!"

A grin spread on my face. The nub had something evil on his mind! Momma was kinda proud.

"Wow, dork. I finally rub off on you!" I still grinned proudly.

"Yeah.. I don't know if this is so good." He retorted.

"HEY!" I exclaimed, punching him on the shoulder.

"Sam, I'm driving!" He complained back.

"You deserved it."

"Why?" He asked upset.

".. You ruined the moment." I told him quietly, glaring out the window.

"To be honest, I'm just glad that it didn't work out with Tyson." He told me.

WHAT? My eyes shot open. Did I just misheard him, or what?

"What are you talking about, dishrag?"

"Just being honest." He shrugged.

"Whatever." I waved it away. Little did he know, I was grinning like a dumbo.