AN-Hey, so last chapter was a reference to Drake and Josh, one of my favorite shows! Love that so many of you caught that! Congratz to:

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Oh! And Emenette574, since your request was a speculation of iBust a Thief, it would've looked really weird doing it after it aired, so I just made a separate oneshot for that called iBust a Thief Speculation, if you haven't seen it already.

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Chance

"Well," Carly sighed, hanging up her cell phone. "That's three barber shops Spencer's no longer allowed back to."

"What happened at this one?" Sam asked, not looking up from the game she was playing on the Shay's game sphere.

"Let's just say that there was a bit of a…shampoo incident," Carly replied.

"Got it," Sam nodded. "Are you going to go get him?"

"In a few minutes, he has to go rinse himself off at the car wash next to the barber's," she replied. She picked up her pearpad. "Hey! Guess what?"

"What?" Sam asked, setting down her controller.

"We all just got invited to go to the grand opening of that new sushi place that's opening downtown," Carly said. "Since the owner's friends with Gibby's grandpa's sister-in-law."

"That is pretty cool," Sam agreed. "Although it would be cooler if it were the grand opening of a new burger joint."

"So should we go?" Carly asked. "It's this Friday night."

"I'm in," Sam said.

"Freddie?" Carly asked. "Freddie!"

"Hey, nub!" Sam said, throwing a pillow from the sofa over at her boyfriend.

"Huh? What?" Freddie asked, looking up from a magazine he had been reading.

"I asked whether you wanted to come with Sam and I to this new sushi place on Friday night," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "You in?"

"Oh, Friday night?" Freddie frowned. "Sorry. I can't; I'm busy."

"Busy?" Sam repeated. "Doing what?"

"Um, you know," Freddie said lamely. "My-My mom's making me go with her to an anti-tick seminar."

"Your mom's out of town at an anti-fungal convention," Sam said, crossing her arms. "And she's not getting back until Sunday."

"Oh…right," Freddie said weakly.

"What's going on?" Sam frowned. "Why can't you go to the sushi place?"

"Um, well," Freddie began sheepishly. "I, uh-"

"Oh boy," Carly sighed, getting to her feet. "I think I need some lemonade for this."

"Dude!" Sam said, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend. "Why can't you go?"

"Because, I sort of, have plans," Freddie mumbled.

"What plans?"

"I don't have to tell you all my plans!" Freddie defended.

Sam raised an eyebrow menacingly. "What?"

"I mean-Ah! Look, you're just going to laugh at me if I tell you," Freddie sighed.

"Just tell me, maybe I won't laugh," Sam said. "I mean, knowing you, it's probably lame, and I will laugh, but you have a slight chance of that not happening."

"I already got a ticket for a…convention," Freddie told her reluctantly.

"A convention?" Sam repeated. "Oh, baby, this isn't another one of those Galaxy Wars conventions, is it? You just went to one two weeks ago!"

"Yeah, you bought Spencer that annoying robot Sky Naut that does not shut up," Carly said from the kitchen. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"It's not a Galaxy Wars convention," Freddie mumbled.

"Then what sort of convention-" Sam started.

"I think I heard my mom's whistle," Freddie said, rolling up his magazine and jumping up.

"Oh no, nice try, Fredbag," Sam said, jumping up at once and forcing Freddie back onto the couch. "You're going to tell me what sort of lame convention you're going to. And stop reading this lame magazine; you've been reading it all day."

"Sam, no, don't-" Freddie began, but Sam had grabbed his magazine from his hands before he could stop her.

"What the heck is this?" Sam frowned, unrolling the magazine. She looked at the cover and then burst out laughing. "Oh man, Carls, you have to see what the nub's reading!"

"What?" Carly asked, setting down her glass of lemonade and walking to Sam's side. "Hey, that's that anime stuff, isn't it?"

"You're going to a convention for this, aren't you?" Sam grinned. "Oh my God, I actually think Galaxy Wars might be cooler than this."

"Hey, this is cool chiz," Freddie defended as he grabbed his magazine back.

"When did you even get into anime?" Carly asked.

"A couple weeks ago, some kids from the AV club brought in a few comics of them," Freddie said. "And well, I thought I'd…give it a chance."

"Baby, you do realize that twelve-year olds read this stuff," Sam said.

"That's not true, plenty of adults do!" Freddie exclaimed.

"Not even Spencer reads this stuff anymore," Carly told Freddie.

"Carly!" Freddie frowned.

"Sorry, I'll go back and drink my lemonade," Carly conceded.

"Wow, just when I thought I couldn't get any bigger of a nubbish boyfriend," Sam said, shaking her head.

"It's not nubbish!" Freddie said.

"Okay," Sam said, laughing. "Whatever you say…nub."

…..

"Hey, Sam," Freddie said, walking into the Shay's apartment. "Do you want to go grab some smoothies, since I can't go to the sushi place tonight. I just wanted to do something together and-What were you just looking at?"

"Nothing," Sam said quickly, stuffing something in between the sofa cushions. "So smoothies? Yeah, I could go for one of those. Let's go. Now."

"Okay," Freddie nodded as Sam got to her feet. "Just grab your jacket and we can-" but the second Sam moved away from the sofa, he made a dive for the magazine Sam had just hid.

"Hey!" Sam cried, running over and tackling Freddie to the ground, grabbing the magazine out of his hand. But not before he managed to get a look at the cover.

"Well, well, well," he said, grinning, as he picked himself up. "That wouldn't have happened to be one of my anime magazines, would it? One of the ones you said were lame and 'for twelve-year olds'?"

"No," Sam mumbled.

"Sam…"

"Okay, it was," Sam snapped. "I was just going through it to…laugh at it. Because it's so stupid."

"Really?" Freddie said knowingly. "It wouldn't be because, maybe, you like it? I saw how intently you were reading when I first came in, before you tried to hide it. Admit it; you like this stuff."

"No!" Sam said firmly.

"Come on," Freddie laughed, pulling her closer to him. "Admit it. You know you want to…."

"Okay, fine!" Sam groaned. "Maybe…maybe it's not as bad as I thought it was. You happy?"

"Overjoyed," he nodded. "How awesome is this? My girlfriend's into anime like me!"

"You keep saying that, and you won't have a girlfriend," Sam said warningly.

"Got it," Freddie said. "But hey, if you like this stuff, why don't you come to the convention with me?"

"Are you serious?" Sam frowned.

"Yeah, come on, it will be fun," Freddie urged her.

Sam pondered this. "Those conventions do usually have good food…But do I have to dress up?"

"No, you don't have to," Freddie promised her.

"Okay," Sam sighed. "I'll…go to the convention with you. But we tell no one about this, understand?"

"I understand, baby," Freddie grinned. "It will be our little secret."