Okay, no fluffing around. Straight onto chapter 11:

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. Or the song I'd lie by Taylor swift (it is mentioned).

This was so cool and exciting but I still can't believe I left Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson alone; they could probably kill each other. Well if looks could kill they would already be dead. They would have died several years ago.

Well I should probably tell you what happened from the start of the dance. Well...

Sam and I arrived on time, we walked in and spotted Freddie talking to Gibby and then walked over to them (remember this is no fairytale, people do not stop and stare). Freddie was wearing a really nice blue shirt with black pants and a blue tie, Gibby was wearing black pants, no shirt and I wasn't really that surprised.

"Hey Carly, Sam," Freddie had said, "You guys look really nice."

"Thanks Freddie." I had said politely. I did notice he didn't have his puppy dog look on his face, thank goodness. The boy seemed to have finally given up on me; needless to say it was about time!

"Whatever dork," Sam had said, "Where's the food?"

"Sam, remember what I said, no eating in your dress until after the PERFECT match is announced" I had told her.

"Why wait until then? It's not going to be me." She had countered.

"Um, well," I started; I had to think on my feet.

"It's polite." Gibby finished for me.

"Yeah, it is. That's what I meant," I said, "Thanks Gibby." I muttered when Sam wasn't looking.

"No problem, you gotta keep them clueless." Gibby muttered back.

"Whatever. But there better be a lot of ham, beef jerky and other meats when this dance is over." Sam said, clearly oblivious to what Gibby and I had just said.

"Well I gotta go, see you later guys, the girls on the dance floor await." Gibby said as he turned and headed for the dance floor.

We all stood in silence for a moment, it was kind of awkward.

"So, um who did you guys vote for?" Freddie asked us.

"None of your business Freddork! We all know you voted for Carly and yourself." Sam said heatedly.

"For your information Puckett I didn't vote for Carly and me!" Freddie said back, his voice raising.

"Oh yeah?" said Sam, not sounding convinced, ""Who did you vote for then Benson?"

"Well since you won't tell me I won't tell you!" he said. He was getting pretty angry now.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, okay guys cool it down. This is a dance; there is no need to raise your voices." I told them before the argument got really out of hand.

"Fine." They said together.

"Okay, well I have to go and check on something. You guys don't kill each other while I am gone. Well at least not until the PERFECT match is announced." I told them as I walked away.

"WHAT HAS THAT GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING?" they both called after me.

I laughed. They were really quite clueless.

I walked over to Wendy who was checking everything was in order for the announcement. They had an envelope which hopefully had Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson's names in it. I couldn't be sure but I was feeling pretty confident.

"I put the number of people who voted for them winning match. And a few extra details you may want to say while you are up there." Wendy told me.

"Okay got it," I told her, "When should I do it? I mean the dance is only about a quarter of the way through. Should I wait a little longer?"

"Yeah, you should probably wait to half way through." She recommended.

"Good idea." I said. And with that I made my way to the dance floor and started dancing with Shane, just as friends of course. He was still scared of dating girls at the moment and can barely talk to me and Sam. Tonight it seemed though he was loosening up, well at least around me. Sam Puckett on the other hand is a different story.

About 45 minutes later as I was about to go and read out the results I saw a certain two people sitting at a table together. I really hope I was right about this. I mean they were sitting at opposite ends of a table and glaring in opposite directions.

This may take more than a miracle.

As Wendy gave me the envelope I got nervous. What if Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson weren't the PERFECT match? What if they really did hate each other? What if I did all this for nothing?

Calm down Carly, you don't need to worry. Of course they are the PERFECT match.

I walked on stage. I'd lie by Taylor Swift stopped. I smiled at the appropriateness of that song.

I stood in front of the microphone and began to speak:

"Welcome all ninth graders to the PERFECT match dance! Are you having a good time?" A reply of "YES" could probably be heard in Africa. "Awesome," I continued, "Well I suppose you all want to know who the PERFECT match of ninth grade are? Am I right? Well let me just see..."

I opened the envelope, my heart betting 10x faster than usual. This better be it. I really hope this works. I really hope that Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson are in fact the PERFECT match.

I looked down at the paper and I saw the names written.......

Author's Note: Whoa. I know the suspense is killing you. Na I am joking. I really hope you enjoyed that chapter. I am sorry if you don't like my dialogue. It is not really a strong point of mine and I couldn't really finish the story without it.

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I will probably just have one more chapter. But it may be two. Depending on how I want to end it. I am not really sure at this point.

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