Hey people! Next chapter here!
I hope you like this, it took me a while because I wanted to make their first proper date special, and I had no idea what they should do!
Disclaimer: iCarly? Mine? If it was then iLove You would have gone very differently!
"Come on Sam-"
"No."
"But why won't you just-"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
Gibby and Freddie had left to go sort out things for Sam and Freddie's date, leave Sam alone with Carly in the room.
"Come on, please let me do your hair and we can buy you a new outfit with Miss Briggs' money!" Carly coaxed.
"Spending Miss Briggs' money, eh?" Sam asked deviously, stopping running away from Carly.
"Yes!"
"No!"
The two continued a comedic circle of the bedroom worthy of any TV sitcom for as long as necessary for them to crash onto the bed dramatically.
"I just don't understand why you don't want to dress up a little for your first date with Freddie." Carly said breathlessly, staring at Sam out of one eye whilst resting the other.
"Well he's seen me at my worst, so why does he need to see me all dressed up and chiz?" Sam replied, rolling her eyes; not tired at all so it seemed.
"Well… It's a date! It's what you do!" Carly retorted, unable to think of a better response.
"Well if he can't take Mama for who she is, then he doesn't get her." Sam said, raising her eyebrows; daring Carly to disagree.
"I'm not saying that, but don't you want Freddie to think you've made an effort?" She asked.
"Ugh fine!" Sam groaned and Carly clapped her hands gleefully, "But no skirts or pink!"
And so Sam let Carly drag her from the room; down the hallway; past Eve who was rolling around on the floor laughing at something; through the lobby and out of the front doors. From there Carly whipped out her Pearphone, googling bus timetables at top speed. Then they were off again, running towards a nearby bus stop which already had a bus headed for the nearest city waiting.
"Two return tickets to the Manchester please." Carly said, hopping onto the bus with Sam close behind her.
"Here you go," The balding man handed her to tickets and took the money. "American? Off to see the sights I assume."
"Nope," Carly replied, giving Sam an excited smile. "We're getting Sam ready for her first date with Freddie!" she sang.
"Freddie, Sam…" A boy of about 15 sat on the second row of seats stood up, "Carly! You're from iCarly!"
"Oh yes!" A young girl agreed and the rest of the packed bus nodded in acknowledgement.
"You two are dating?" The first boy asked.
Sam nodded, rolling her eyes at the gasps.
"Shame, cause' Sam's hot!" A guy in his late teens called from the back.
"She's taken." Carly almost growled; protective over her best friend's new relationship.
The bus broke out into excited whispers, pointing fingers at the two girls who still stood awkwardly at the front.
"Calm down, calm down," The driver boomed, "We need to get going, take your seats if you please." He gestured towards two empty seats near the back, just in front of Sam's "admirer".
"Hey good looking," He drawled as they sat down.
"You wanna shut that mouth of yours or shall I shut it for you?" Sam yelled, balling her hands into fists.
"Ooh, I like a girl that's feisty-"
Slam. There was a loud crash as his head hit the hard plastic headrest and Sam rubbed her knuckle thoughtfully. "Not as tough as he makes out to be."
"So what do you think I should do for this date? I don't really do this sort of thing too often."
Freddie and Gibby were wandering around Manchester, brainstorming ideas for the date. They had taken the bus half an hour earlier and were now in the city centre, browsing the shop windows for inspiration.
"Okay, so just picture it. It's your date. You are there. Sam's there. But where are you?" Gibby said, painting a picture with his hands.
"Er, Gibby? That made no sense whatsoever!" Freddie said good-naturedly, rolling his eyes.
"But seriously, where can you imagine going on your date?"
"That's the problem, I can't. Whenever I think about it I start imagining what Sam looks like; her hair; jewellery; what she'll be wearing…" Freddie rambled, staring off into the distance.
"Well don't get all soppy on me because you might just find out; look who just got off that bus!" Gibby commented, pointing out the blonde and the brunette who had just hopped off the bus.
"Well look who it is!" Carly said, laughing as they walked over, "this whole not seeing each other until the date isn't really working out; is it?"
"God Carly, it's not like we're getting married!" Sam laughed, walking over to Freddie.
"Hey cutie," Freddie said, giving her a peck on the lips.
"Hey you," She replied, kissing him for slightly longer.
"I want a boyfriend!" Carly whined, not noticing the gaze of Gibby on the back of her neck.
But Sam did. "What, you want to change that Gibby?" She winked, ignoring the warning glance from Freddie.
"Huh?" Carly asked, glancing from Gibby's flushed face; to Sam's smirk; to Freddie's cringing expression and back again. "I'm confused."
"Aren't we all…?" Sam laughed evilly, winking at Gibby.
"Anyway…" Carly said awkwardly, "Come on Sam we need to go get that stuff sorted, you can snog your boyfriend later!"
"Ugh fine!" She grumbled, still holding onto Freddie's shoulder. "Bye then."
"Bye," He replied, pulling her close for a kiss.
"I said later." Carly growled, pulling Sam away by the hair; ignoring the yelps of pain.
A few minutes later the two girls were stood in a fashionable, girly boutique; the place full of squealing girls and bored boyfriends. The walls were painted a gaudy pink colour and the floor was a flaming red carpet that clashed horribly with the walls. It was Sam's hell and Carly's heaven.
"What about this?" Carly asked, throwing a knitted pink cardigan into Sam's arms followed by a cream blouse and short black skirt, "and this and this!"
"No…" Sam said, holding it out by the tips of her fingers.
"What's wrong with it?" Carly asked, sounding slightly wounded.
"Slutty." She dropped the skirt on the ground, "Frilly," the blouse fell on top of it, "Gross," the cardigan topped the mound.
"Well what do you suggest?" Carly asked, gesturing with one arm to the rest of the store.
"I don't know; just choose something that doesn't make me look like a daffodil!"
Carly wandered around the store idly, wondering what Sam would be willing to wear from the store. Sam just sat on one of the plush sofas and poked Freddie repeatedly on the "Splashface for Pearphone" app.
"Try this on…" Carly said mysteriously, pushing her best friend into the changing rooms and throwing some clothes in behind her. Five minutes later there she knocked on the door, "Sam, have you put them on?"
"Yeah…" Sam's voice came from behind the door.
"Well open the door and let me see!" Carly demanded, banging on the door again impatiently.
The door slowly creaked open and a hand shot out; pulling Carly through the gap and slamming the door shut again.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, almost nervously as she looked down at the black and white stripy top, red ruffled skirt and black heels.
"You look gorgeous Sam, really you do." Carly said, her face breaking out into a smile.
"It's not too much?" She replied, fidgeting with the ruffles on her skirt.
"Not at all!"
"Hmm," Sam pondered, holding back a smile, "I might have to hire you as my official date dresser."
"Yes!" Carly answered, hugging her tightly.
"I think," Freddie said, looking up and smiling, "I think this is it!"
"Honestly? You've finally decided?" Gibby asked, jokingly incredulous.
"Oh shut up, I want this to be perfect!" He replied, punching him jokily.
"Are you ready to go?" Carly asked, fastening a bracelet onto Sam's wrist.
She walked up to the large mirror on the wall of the hotel room and examined the jewellery and makeup that Carly had applied, "I think so."
"Great!"
"Excited?" Gibby asked, standing next to Freddie in the cool autumn air.
"Nervous." He replied, checking his watch for the time, "You have to go!"
"Is it time?"
"It's time."
"It's time." Carly unknowingly echoed, spotting Freddie stood on the street corner.
"Wish me luck!" Sam said; starting to walk down the road.
"Luck!" She called after her.
Slowly the blonde approached the brunette, placing her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist. They just held one another for a moment; not talking, not kissing, just being together. They pulled apart and linked their fingers together. He said something quietly in her ear and she giggled; completely unlike herself and the two of them walked away towards a restaurant a little way down the road.
"Here we are gorgeous," Freddie murmured, holding the door out for Sam who walked through. She waited for him to catch up with her before being led to their table, sitting across from each other in the corner of the room.
"Chinese food?" She inquired.
"All you can eat Chinese food." He replied, tapping the menu with a smile.
Sam laughed, "You know me so well."
An oriental looking woman approached the table, dressed in traditional Chinese dress.
"Ah so this is your date," She commented, smiling at Freddie, "You're right, she is beautiful."
"Aww," Sam giggled again, wondering how she had changed so much in the short few days she had been with Freddie.
"I came earlier to check this place out," Freddie explained, his cheeks a little pink.
"Yes and he seemed a little chummy with this boy he was with," The woman replied sternly, but with a twinkle in her eye, "I'd check that out if I were you."
"Hey!" Freddie said, chuckling, "I am not cheating on you with Gibby!"
"You better not be!" Sam replied, raising her eyebrows.
"So two peppy colas?" The woman asked, nodding at the pair.
"Peppy cola?" Sam said slowly, "But they don't sell that in the UK…"
"He had us order it in specially, took us all afternoon to find a supplier on such short notice!"
Sam looked over to Freddie, her blue eyes shining, "Thank you!"
The woman smiled before backing away, leaving the two to their date.
"So he said "Shame cause' Sam's hot" and I went right to the back, took one look at him and swung at his ugly face!" Sam recounted, snickering at the memory.
"Yeah, well... I would have done it if I was there!" Freddie replied, trying to act macho.
"Sure you would sweetie…" She said, tapping his shoulder patronisingly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you're not the toughest person I've ever met," Sam said, holding back a laugh.
Freddie looked at her, trying to work out if she was joking or not; until her face cracked into a grin.
"But I still love ya'!" She said, smiling.
He couldn't help it, he started grinning like an idiot; "I love you too!"
"Well duh!" Sam replied, "Who doesn't love mama?"
But all good things have to come to an end, so Freddie placed the bill back onto the table, placing a large tip on top.
"So, are we going back to the hotel?" Sam asked, as they strolled down the road again; glancing around for a taxi or something.
"Not quite yet…" He replied, pulling her around the corner by the hand. "Wanna see the sights from the air?"
Towering above them was a large wheel, strewn all over with bright lights. On the ground below was a market, filled with wooden huts and stall selling all kinds of food, drink and souvenirs. They walked among the other people, Sam watching; in awe of the vast market and beautiful goods, Freddie was also watching, but in awe of the beauty walking beside him.
They went to the first stall that sold all kinds of gingerbread; from gingerbread men to gingerbread houses. Together they bought a gingerbread star that was coated with purple icing and split it, then buying a caramel hot chocolate to share from the stall next to it.
They then walked to the wheel and got into a private carriage, settling into the plush seats; arms around each other comfortably as they were lifted into the air.
"Thank you!" Sam said suddenly, when they were halfway toward the top of the wheel, "This is amazing."
"You're welcome but you really don't need to thank me, I wanted to do this." He replied.
"But you've done all this, and all I've done is let Carly dress me." She said, looking down at the ground.
"Think about it, a year ago I wouldn't have thought you'd even say yes to going out with me, but now you're here on a date with me, that's all you need to do," Freddie explained, tipping her chin up.
"That's sweet – and soppy," She said, smiling up at him, "But it's true – I'd probably have knocked out before you finished!"
"But here we are…"
"Yeah…"
Slowly they leaned in; the lights all around them; arms around each other…
BRIIING! BRIING!
"What the-?" Sam said angrily.
BRIIING! BRIING!
"It's Miss Briggs' phone! Do you have it with you?" Freddie exclaimed.
"Yeah," Sam replied, pulling it out of her phone and seeing the Caller I.D that was lit up on the screen, "Oh…"
"Hello?"
"Hello…" Sam said hesitantly into the receiver.
"Sam?"
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