The four iCarlies got what they needed, and had now decided to all meet up at their original cabin. They all arrived at the same time, and then sat down on the sofa. And talked. About the dance. - Well Carly did. And talked, and talked, and talked. As you can tell, she was very excited for this, and seemed to know what to expect. The others? Not so much. Gibby was now starting to get a little nervous about asking Carly out, Freddie still hadn't asked Sam to the dance, and Sam was waiting for Freddie to ask her to the dance. Freddie just hadn't found the right time, and Sam knew he was supposed to ask her, as they had been through it all already. . They were all wrapped in their own thoughts, and Carly's babbling just played as background music. After a while, Carly stopped talking and looked at her best friends and love, and they all looked troubled. She had no idea what could be bothering Gibby, but had a perfect idea Sam and Freddie. They needed alone time. She realised Freddie still needed to ask her out. He was a little on the slow side, wasn't he? And she then knew that Sam was waiting for him to ask her. That is what was planned, after all. Then she had an idea. "Gibby, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" It was then she realised that they had already had dinner. Oops. Oh well, She was sure that Gibby would have forgotten, And they were on holiday – and she wasn't on a diet.
"Like a date?" Asked Gibby.
"Yeah!" Responded Carly.
"Come on then," Gibby said, linking arms with Carly, checking he had his wallet and then leaving with her. It was at the sound of the closing door that brought both Sam and Freddie to their senses.
"Where did Carly go?" Asked Sam.
"I dint know, bu-" Freddie was cut off by a beep - the beep signalling he had a text message. He unlocked his phone, to reveal a text message. From Carly. "I think we're about to find out." He said, opening the message. He read it out to Sam. "Gone on a date with Gibby. This gives you time to ask out Sa-" He stopped. His eyes then widened. It probably wasen't the smartest idea.
"You were going to ask me out?" Asked Sam, hiding her excitement.
"To the dance. I was going to ask you to the dance."
"Right. So... that was romantic."
"Huh?"
"I mean, that was the most romantic way I can think of - in the way to ask someone to a Couple's Dance."
"So Puckett likes romance does she now?"
"I'm not all sappy for it like Carly, but every girl likes a bit of romance!"
"I guess you're right."
"Mamma's always right. So, have you got anything to wear to the dance?" Asked Sam.
"Yeah, Carly made me get something. It's only a shirt and formal trousers though."
"Who says 'Formal trousers'?"
"My mum. I live with her. I sometimes catch on her language."
"Nub."
"Hey, that's the first insult in a while!"
"I was...giving myself a break!"
"Oh really? Or do you respect me more now?" Freddie asked cockily.
"I never respect dorks." Sam said, although she and Freddie knew it was a lie.
"And I never respect demons." Freddie said, although he and Sam knew it was a lie.
"I'm tiered."
"Me too."
"Wanna get ready for bed?"
"Sure."
"I'm changing in the bedroom!" Claimed Sam.
"And I'm in the Bathroom." Freddie said. Well, at least there was no spider now. "Can I come out now?" He asked.
"Yeah!" Sam responded. Freddie walked out if the bathroom to find Sam already half asleep on his bed. Yes, his bed.
"Why are you on my bed?" He asked. Sam simply shrugged. He sighed and took Carly's bed. He noticed Sam staring at him; he turned to face her. "What?"
"Why are you on Carly's bed?"
"So it's easier to talk to you." He replied.
"Oh, right."
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Anything but the dance?"
"Carly has been going on about that, hasn't she?"
"Yep. Even when it was just me and her, it was Couples Dance this and Couples Dance that."
"You not excited?"
"I don't know. For one, I'm going with a dork."
"I'm not that bad am I Sam?"
"No. You're not so too much of a dork anymore." Sam admitted. She sighed. "I don't think I'd of believed myself if I'd of said that a year ago."
"I know something has changed between us," Freddie said.
"For the better?"
"For the better." Freddie agreed.
"Thanks, nub." Sam said, almost whispering. She then yawned.
"Tiered?"
"I sure am." Replied Sam, yawning again.
"Sleep?"
"Sounds good to me!" Sam replied laying down properly.
"Sam, you're still in my bed!"0
"And? You're still in Carly's bed."
"Night, Sam."
"Night Nub." After this, Sam fell asleep straight away. Freddie couldn't actually sleep though - He wasn't tiered. He noticed that Sam had fell asleep, but turned over the opposite way. He didn't want to be caught staring by Carly - again! He smiled, and then unknowingly started to fall asleep, until, blackness.