Wow, this is the thrird chapter of ihave a date that I have written today!! *gives self a cookie* So I guess this doesn't have spell check, I'm screwed. Woo hoo. Oh, this is micro. Word, so this is the real thing I need, I was on word prossessor or something. So I'll stop rambling and you go read!!

Disclaimer- I don't own icarly.

"Sam! Come up here, I have to work on you!" Carly yelled downstairs. Sam was watching a wrestling match of Redneck Traylor against The Brilliant Nacho.

"COME ON TRAYLOR! KICK HIS AS-"

"Sam come up here right now!"

"Fine." Sam said and ran upstairs.

"Okay, so we need to go to build a bra and that cute dress place down the street." Carly said.

"So why couldn't I have learned this downstairs watching RT kill BN?" Sam asked, grumbling.

"Because I don't want you to learn new ways to hurt Freddie right before you went on a date with him!" Carly said.

"Don't say that." Sam said, looking down suddenly embarassed.

"Well you are!"

"I know. Just don't say it!" Sam said.

So the rest of the day was peppered with the word "date" flying out of Carly' mouth a random times.

"Sam, try this one on." Carly said, handing her a dress.

"I don't wanna." Sam grumbled but did it anyway.

A few minutes later, Sam emerged from the dressing room.

"Wow! Its perfect!" Carly said. It was a strapless sky blue dress that looked like it was taylored just for her.

"You think?"

"I know."

"Should I get?"

"duh!"

"Okay…" Sam went to the check out to get the dress while Carly wore the look of a proud parent at their kid's graduation.

BAM! I lied. This chapter doesn't have the date. Sorry. But it will be in the next one, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Y) 3 =-)