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IMPORTANT: So, Brad, the intern, is mentioned in this chapter. iOMG didn't happen in this story, so I know technically he shouldn't be their intern. But let's just pretend that after things didn't work out with Cort, they realized they still needed an intern and called Brad up. Good? Good. :)

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iThink This Could Be Fun

Chapter 7

Sam's POV:

I stand in the elevator of the Bushwell Plaza, leaning against the wall as it raises me slowly towards the eighth floor. The bell dings signaling that I have reached the right floor and the doors slide open. I step out into the bright light of the hallway, walking around the corner and straight to apartment 8-C. I don't dare to even look at the door of the apartment directly across the hall; the apartment that houses Freddie Benson.

I haven't talked to Freddie since our incident in the hall yesterday. He never came back over to Carly's and I was kind of relieved. So, after I finished helping Carly with her project, I fled the building and went home for the night. Now I'm back like I am everyday and I am fully aware that I'm going to have to talk to Freddie today.

I feel a little flutter of butterflies in my stomach when I think about telling Freddie about the 'Just One Date' idea. I don't know why I am so nervous; I know Freddie likes me because he told me so.

'But what if he changed his mind? What if while he gave me time to think, he was thinking too and he realized that he doesn't really like me?' I ask in my head.

These thoughts give me horrible feelings that I shouldn't be having. I mean, if he did change his mind that would be great. Then I wouldn't even have to deal with any of this. So why is it that these thoughts upset me so much? There's no way that I actually like the idea of going on a date with the dork. Right?

I shake these thoughts out of my head and reach for the door knob to let myself into the Shay's place but the knob doesn't budge.

'Locked?' I think, 'It's never locked.'

I knock on the wooden door and take a step back to wait for someone to open it. Technically, I could pick the lock but for now I'll just wait.

After a few seconds the door opens to reveal Carly's bright smile.

"Hey." She says as bubbly as ever.

"Hey. Why was the door locked?" I ask as I walk past her.

Carly shuts the door and I make myself comfortable on her couch before she replies, "Oh. Apparently, Spencer ran into some biker guys down out at the junk yard and it didn't go too well. He's afraid they are going to find him, come here, and beat him up."

"Why do they want to beat him up? What'd he do?" I ask her curiously.

"You don't want to know." Carly tells me with a slight smile while shaking her head.

I laugh lightly but stop when I hear a 'Pst' sound coming from somewhere. I look around the room but can't find the source of the sound. I think that maybe I imagined it until I hear it again. This time Carly laughs and looks towards the back of the room.

"It's okay, Spencer. It's just Sam. You can come out." She says.

I follow Carly eyes and see Spencer's head peeking out around the corner.

I give him a small wave and smile, greeting him, "Hey Spencer."

"Hey." He says quickly. He takes a cautious step out from the corner, clutching his blue plastic golf club made for children in his hands to be used, if necessary, as a weapon.

Carly and I can't help but laugh at the scene before us.

Spencer scans the room with his eyes and when he concludes that everything is indeed safe, he tosses the golf club on the floor by his Bottle Bot and makes his way to the kitchen.

"Man, I'm so hungry!" Spencer exclaims while opening up a cabinet. "Hey, have you tried this new popcorn that I bought?" He asks us while holding up a bag of microwavable popcorn for us to see.

We both shake our head and Carly answers, "No. What is it?"

"I don't know. But it's seasoned with foreign spices. And look, it's so colorfully packaged. Let's try some." He tells us, overly excited.

Carly and I smile, amused.

"Alright." Carly says as she takes a seat on one of the chairs.

"Sure." I add.

Spencer places the bag in the microwave, shuts the door, and presses a few buttons. While the popcorn pops, Spencer gets a bowl from one of the cabinets.

"So, what are you guys up to today?" He asks us.

"Well, Brad and Gibby are going to meet us and Freddie at the Groovy Smoothie in about a half an hour for some lunch. Then we are all going to come back here and plan this week's iCarly." Carly tells him.

The timer on the microwave goes off and Spencer opens the little door to retrieve the hot bag.

"Brad?" He asks as he tears open the popcorn package and pours it into the bowl.

"Our new intern, remember?" I remind him and he nods.

"But until then we are just going to hang out here." Carly says to Spencer.

"Very nice." Spencer responds as he starts toward us with the bowl. "So, where's Freddie now? Isn't he going to come hang out too?"

As if on cue, the door swings open. Apparently Carly forgot to relock it.

Spencer screams and dives behind the counter in fear that it is one of the bikers. In the process he throws the bowl into the air and popcorn rains down all over the kitchen.

I start laughing hysterically and Carly shoots up from her seat with her jaw dropped open. She apparently doesn't find it very amusing.

"Spencer!" Carly yells, "It's just Freddie!"

Spencer peeks up over the counter at the dark-haired boy standing in the doorway. Freddie is wearing a look of major confusion.

I slow down my laughter and try to catch my breath.

"Are you sure it's not a big and mean biker man in disguise?" Spencer asks us very seriously.

We all look at Freddie, who just shrugs.

"Yes, Spencer. I'm sure." Carly tells him.

Spencer stands up slowly but then makes a mad dash to his room.

"Where are you going? You need to clean up the popcorn mess you made!" She calls after him.

She doesn't get a response other than the sound of Spencer's door shutting.

"He's not going to clean it up." She says to herself. She retrieves a broom and dust pan from the closet and begins to sweep up the now ruined popcorn.

"Anyway," She says while she sweeps, "Hi Freddie." She smiles at him.

"Hey." He responds, still standing in the doorway with the door open.

I don't say anything. I just play with the hem of my shirt, staring at it like it is extremely interesting.

"Sam?" I hear Freddie say after a few seconds.

I raise my head to look at him and his eyes are very obviously asking me if I am ready to talk yet.

I sigh and push myself up off the couch. I look over at Carly who is dumping the last of the popcorn in the trash.

"Hey Carls? We'll be right back. Okay?" I tell her.

"Okay." Carly says and gives me an encouraging smile.

I quickly return her smile then walk over to the nub and push him back a few steps out into the hallway. I close the door behind me.

I look at Freddie and he is staring at Carly's door behind me nervously.

"You know that she probably already has her ear pressed to the door, right?" He asks me.

I glance back at the door. He is probably right.

I shrug and say, "Oh well."

Freddie raises his eyebrows at me.

"Well she's going to want to hear all about this anyway. At least this way, I won't even have to tell her." I joke with a smile.

Freddie smiles at my joke, but then gives me a serious look. He really doesn't want Carly listening.

"Fine." I sigh.

I ball my fingers into a fist and bang the side of my hand against the door right where Carly's ear probably is.

I hear Carly yelp a small, "Ow." And I smile.

The door opens slowly. Carly holds the left side of her head that got banged against the door. And her cheeks were burning a slight red from the embarrassment of getting caught eavesdropping.

"You, um, knocked?" She tries to say innocently.

I roll my eyes at her and tell her, "Please just go watch the T.V. or something."

Carly sticks her lip out in a bit of a pout.

"I'll tell you all about it later, kay?" I assure her. I take a step forward, grab her shoulders, turn her around, and push her gently toward the couch. "Now, go sit." I command.

I close the door gently then turn around to look at Freddie. He is staring at me and smiling.

I feel my heart literally skip a beat under his stare. I'm not even joking. It skipped a beat. It's like I'm trapped in a cheesy romantic comedy chick flick or something.

"Why are you staring at me?" I ask him awkwardly.

He smirks and asks, "Why not?"

I roll my eyes at his annoying answer. He is still smiling sweetly at me and his stare is making me uncomfortable.

I scrunch up my nose and say harshly, "Would you stop that?"

Freddie laughs and drops his gaze to the floor for a second. He takes a small step forward and looks right into my eyes. He smiles and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry." He says, "It's just, you have the prettiest face. So you have to forgive me if I stare. I can't really help it."

I blush at his words but I don't want him to see so I look down at the floor.

Freddie moves his fingers to under my chin and lifts it up so that I have to look at him again. I look into his dark brown eyes and I get lost for a second or two. He smiles at me and I feel myself smile back. When I regain my thoughts, I gently push his hand away from my face and he drops it to his side.

"So did you think about, uh… us?" He asks me quietly not letting his eyes leave mine.

I nod my head plainly.

He looks really nervous. I think that he thinks I am about to shoot him down.

He struggles to phrase his next question, "What did you… Um… I mean, what do you-"

"One date." I interrupt him.

He stops his talking and I watch him process what I just said. A smile starts to grow on his face and I see excitement spark in his eyes.

"Hang on. Don't get too excited." I tell him.

He stops smiling and he looks worried again. Like he thinks I suddenly changed my mind or something.

"It's just one date. Okay? Please don't get your hopes up. Because if it doesn't work out, I don't want it to be all awkward between us. We can just go back to be friends. Or enemies. Or whatever we were before." I say.

"Or if it does work out…" He starts with a smile.

"Fredward." I say warningly.

He holds his hands defensively and says, "Okay. Okay." He drops his hands and gives me a warm smile that I can tell is full of hope. "One date." He confirms.

I don't say anything. We just stare at each other, smiling. Who was I trying to kid before? I definitely like the idea of going on a date with the dork. I feel tickles under my skin when I think about it.

Suddenly Carly door opens behind me and I go falling backwards. I didn't even realize I was leaning against the door in the first place.

As I fall towards the floor, Freddie reaches out and catches me, one hand grabbing my waist and the other grabbing my shoulder.

It takes me a second to realize that he caught me and I didn't hit the floor, and I let out a long breath.

"Woah." I hear Carly say.

I look up at her where she is standing to the side of the door with her mouth hanging open.

"Yeah, 'woah'!" I complain at her, "A little warning next time?"

Freddie pulls me to stand up straight again.

"Sorry." She says, "I didn't know you were leaning against the door."

I sigh and say, "It's fine. Don't worry about it. No damage done." I smile at her.

"Yeah, at least you didn't fall." She says and glances at Freddie, making me realize that I never thanked Freddie for catching me.

"Oh, yeah." I say as I turn my head to give him a sweet smile. "Thanks, nub."

He returns my smile and nods his head, "Anytime, Puckett."

Then I realize that he still has one hand on my waist. I look at his hand and then back up at him, raising my eyebrows.

He takes the hint and pulls his arm back, mumbling a quick "Sorry."

I laugh and then look back to Carly. She is biting her bottom lip and fighting a huge smile. Even though she has heard all about it, this is the first that she has actually seen of whatever you want to call the thing going on between Freddie and me.

I give her a warning look, silently commanding her not to do a girly freak out. She nods her head just a little and takes a deep breath. I don't think Freddie even noticed the exchange.

"So, what's up?" Freddie asks Carly.

Carly tilts her head to the side in confusion.

"So did you just yank open the door to say hi or what?" I say sarcastically.

"Oh!" Carly says, finally understanding. She holds up her phone and wiggles it in the air a little, "Gibby texted. He and Brad are at the Groovy Smoothie waiting for us."

"Alright then." I say, "Let's go. Mama's hungry."

Carly yells to Spencer to tell him that we're leaving and closes the door. We take the elevator down and walk to the Groovy Smoothie.

Carly's POV:

The last few days went by really fast and it is now Wednesday. We just finished the iCarly for this week and are walking down the stairs into my living room.

"How about some sweet iced tea to celebrate another wonderful webisode?" I offer as I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

"Actually I've gotta run, but here…" Brad says while digging in his bag. He pulls out a container of his homemade fudge and hands it to Freddie. He continues, "… Have some fudge with your iced tea."

"Fudge and iced tea?" Freddie says skeptically.

"Fudge goes with everything." Brad reasons with a smile.

"Shoosh yeah it does." Sam exclaims as she rips the lid off the container in Freddie's hands and snatches a piece of fudge. She jumps up to sit on the counter in the kitchen where I am currently pouring glasses of iced tea and she takes a bite of the fudge.

Gibby comes up behind Brad and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey. If you're heading out, do you think I could catch a ride?" Gibby asks Brad.

"Sure. No problem." Brad says as he grabs his jacket off the hook by the door and tosses Gibby his.

"Thanks man." Gibby says.

"See you guys tomorrow." Freddie calls as Brad and Gibby start to leave the apartment.

"Bye." Sam and I both yell.

The apartment door shuts and I turn around to put the iced tea in the fridge. While my back is turned, I see out of the corner of my eye, Freddie walks over to where Sam is sitting to put the container of fudge on the counter next to her. He lets his fingers brush one of her knees and smiles at her sweetly. Sam blushes and smiles back at him, biting her lip. They are so cute, I could die. I close the fridge door and turn back to face them. Freddie is walking towards the couch and Sam takes another small piece of fudge from the containers.

I raise my eyebrows at Sam and whisper with a smirk, "I saw that."

Sam rolls her eyes at me, but smiles.

I hold two glasses of iced tea out to her, one for her and one for Freddie. She pops the last of her piece of fudge into her mouth, hops off the counter, and takes the two glasses from me. I pick up my own glass and follow her out of the kitchen.

"So did you guys decide what you are doing for your date yet?" I ask randomly. Well, it's not very random to me. I have been wondering for a while and Sam hasn't mentioned anything about it. It is a random question to them though. Sam turns around to give me a quick glare and I smile innocently at her.

"No, we haven't." Freddie responds to my question.

Sam walks around the back of the couch and hands Freddie his glass. I sit down on one of the chairs. Sam sits down on the couch sideways, leaning back against the armrest and stretching her legs out to rest her feet in Freddie's lap. Freddie mindlessly starts playing with the fabric of one of Sam's colorful, mix-matched socks.

"Do you even know when it is going to be?" I ask them and take a sip of my tea.

Freddie and Sam both look at me and then at each other.

"Friday?" Freddie asks Sam with a shrug.

"Yeah," Sam nods slightly, "Friday's good."

Freddie faces me and confirms with a smile, "Friday."

"Okay then," I smile at them, "Well today is Wednesday which leaves one day between now and then. Don't you think you should decide on what you want to do?"

"Yeah, I guess." Freddie says to me and then turns his attention back to Sam. "So, what about it, Sam? What do you want to do for our date?" Freddie emphasizes the 't' in date. I think he does this just because he likes being able to say he has a date with Sam.

'Aw! This is too cute! …Different. But cute none the less!' I keep my squeals inside my head.

Sam notices this too and rolls her eyes at him.

"I don't know." She says with a shrug.

She's not being helpful so I decide to butt in. I'm doing a lot of that today, but hey, where would they be without me? Nowhere.

"Why don't you guys go out to dinner? You should do something fancy, and then, Sam, I can get you looking all perfect for it. You can borrow one of my dresses. And I can do your hair that one way that looks so cute, I don't understand why you hate it. Oh, and maybe I can even add a flower into your hair like that. With my one dress, that would look amazing!" I start rambling, already piecing together exactly how I would make Sam look in my mind. Apparently Sam saw my vision too because she had a mixed look of horror and disgust.

"Yeah, we're not doing that." Sam says to both me and Freddie. She shakes her head. "I am not going to get all dressed up and frilly. No way."

"Alright. Nothing fancy." Freddie agrees with a smile.

Sam pauses to smile back at him before she continues. All of these little smiles and glances are going to be the death of me. I swear they are intentionally trying to murder me with adorableness. And they're not even dating yet!

'Sam needs to wake up and realize how perfect they are together.' That thought makes me smile.

"I don't think I want to just go have dinner anyway. We should do something more entertaining than that. I mean of course we're still going to eat. And you're paying. But I don't want that to be all we do," Sam looks up while she speaks, like she is thinking.

"Entertaining?" I say questioningly. "Like a movie?" I ask.

This time Freddie is the one to shoot my idea down.

"No." He says, "That's so, I don't know… expected. You know?"

Sam nods, "Yeah. I know what you mean. It's too common."

I nod too, agreeing with both of them.

Sam pulls her feet off of Freddie's lap where he was still playing with her sock, and sits with her legs crossed on the cushion.

"We should go bowling." Sam says smiling brightly.

"Bowling?" I repeat skeptically.

"Yeah. I love bowling. We even went bowling for my birthday one year. Remember?" She tells me.

"Yeah. In the middle of the parking lot at El Taco Guapo." I say, "There weren't even pins; just empty bottles of various sodas. And our ball was a grapefruit."

"Exactly. I haven't been actually bowling in so long!" She says. Then she turns and talks only to Freddie with a big smile, "Let's go bowling."

It's impossible for Freddie to say no to that smile. It's impossible for anyone to say no to that smile.

"Sure." Freddie nods, lost in her smile, "We can go bowling."

"Yay!" Sam throws her arms up in the air, and then laughs. She jumps up of the couch and says, "I need some more fudge."

While she walks over to the kitchen, I nudge Freddie's leg with my foot to get his attention. He looks up at me.

"Don't mess this up." I whisper/mouth to him.

He looks confused for a second, but then I flash him a grin and he realizes that I am on his side. We both want him and Sam together.

Sam comes back and plops herself down with the entire container of fudge in her lap. Freddie turns on the T.V. and we settle into a comfortable silence.

Personally, I can't wait for Friday. And I'm not even the one going on the date.


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