Spike

"And that's how you teach a dog to give a Gibby back massages," Carly said to Freddie's camera.

"That dog scratched up my back!" Gibby said indignantly.

"Well he can't help it!" Sam snapped. "He's not some fancy dog who can afford to get his nails trimmed every week, are you Spike?" She playfully patted the large lab that the teens had brought in for their iCarly sketch.

"Well, that's all we have for this week's iCarly," Carly said. "So until next week-"

"Keep on shaving your boss's feet," Sam finished for her.

"And we're clear," Freddie said, turning off his camera. "Great show you guys."

"Thank you," Carly smiled as Sam went over to her boyfriend so their couple could exchange their usual post-web show kiss.

"What do we do with this vicious dog now?" Gibby asked, glancing nervously at the dog.

"Spencer's gonna bring him back to Socko's cousin in a little bit," Carly explained.

"The one who owns the pet shop?" Gibby asked.

"Yeah, Noah," Carly nodded. She turned to Sam and Freddie. "So, what do you two have planned for the rest of the night?"

"I was just gonna hang out here, if that's cool with you," Freddie said.

"You're not going to hang out together?" Carly frowned.

"Nah, remember? My old friend's dropping by," Sam said. Just then her phone began to ring. "Oh! That's him now?"

"A him?" Gibby said to Freddie as Sam answered her phone.

"Yeah? So?" Freddie shrugged as he began to put away his tech equipment.

"You mean you're okay with your girlfriend ditching you to hang out with some other dude?" Gibby asked.

"Gibby, Gibby, Gibby," Freddie said, chuckling. "When you're in a relationship, you need to have a certain level of trust among you. Sam and I love each other, so there's no reason for me to worry about her hanging out with other guys or for her to worry about me hanging out with other girls."

"Yeah, Hinton, that's hilarious," Sam laughed into her phone.

"Alright," Gibby said. "If you say so."

"I do say so," Freddie said. "Maybe when you fall in love one day and realize what I'm talking about."

"How cute," Carly smiled, walking over to the guys.

"Yeah, Buddy, I'm leaving now," Sam said grabbing her bag. "I'll see you there." She hung up her phone. "Okay, well I'm heading out," she said to the three.

"Um, okay," Freddie said, suddenly frowning. "But um, did you-the name of your friend you're meeting is Buddy Hinton?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded as she gave him a quick kiss. "I've known him for years. We hung out all the time when we were younger because our moms went to the same plastic surgeon. But then his mom married some dentist and they moved to Texas."

"Oh," Freddie said. "How, um, nice."

"I'll call you tonight," Sam to him. "Bye!"

"Well," Gibby said, taking his shirt off to reveal his scratched up back as Sam hurried out of the studio. "I'm gonna go hunt down some ointment for my back. And maybe some applesauce."

"Have fun with that," Carly said as Gibby left. She turned to Freddie. "So you wanna rent a movie of Getflix? I've been really wanting to see-"

"Oh man, oh man, this is bad!" Freddie said, beginning to nervously pace in front of his laptop.

"Okay, no movie then," Carly frowned. "What do you want to do-"

"No! I mean about Sam!" Freddie exclaimed.

"What about Sam?" Carly asked, confused.

"She's going to spend the night hanging out with Buddy Hinton!"

"Okay, I'm still not getting the big deal here," Carly said. "I thought you were fine with it. What happened to the whole big speech you gave Gibby about trust?"

"Do you remember who Buddy Hinton is?" Freddie snapped.

"No, am I supposed to know him?" Carly asked. "I didn't think Sam ever mentioned him before."

"She did, once," Freddie mumbled. "Back in ninth grade…that one night when we were all sitting up here after you two got back from seeing that lame move, what was it called? The First Kiss or something?"

"Still not ringing a bell," Carly said.

"Remember how we all started talking about our first kisses?" Freddie said. "And she said that she had her first kiss at a Cuddlefish concert in a port-a-potty with Buddy Hinton?"

"Oh," Carly nodded, finally remembering what Freddie was talking about. "But Freddie, she told us she was lying about that, remember? You were her first kiss."

"I know," Freddie said. "But she was so ready with that story! You don't lie about who your first kiss was with using some random person! Clearly there was something between those two at some point to make her jump to his name!"

"Yeah, the fact that they're old friends," Carly said. "Freddie, you're just being a little paranoid. Sam loves you! She wouldn't leave you for anyone!"

"Yeah, but what if this Buddy Hinton tries to make her leave me?" Freddie questioned. "I don't know if you realize this, Carly, but Sam's hot! We're a pretty unbalanced couple on the attractiveness scale!"

"Oh relax," Carly said. "I'm sure that's not what Buddy wants. He just wants to see his old friend and catch up with her! For all you know he has a girlfriend of his own who's freaking out just as much about him going to see Sam! In fact, why don't we look him up on SplashFace so you can see him?"

"Good call," Freddie said, quickly pulling up SplashFace on his laptop. "I'll just search Buddy Hinton in Sam's friends and-Oh come on!"

Buddy Hinton's profile page revealed a picture of a tall, muscular man who was standing shirtless at a beach, the sun shining down on his sun-kissed skin.

"Whoa!" Carly said, staring at the picture. "That's Buddy Hinton?"

"Yeah, and look what it says under relationship status," Freddie said miserably. "Single."

"You think Sam can hook me up with him?" Carly asked excitedly. "Because he is hot!"

"Good, then date him," Freddie said. "That way he won't be tempted to steal Sam away from me!"

"He's not going to steal Sam from you," Carly assured him, still gawking at Buddy's picture. "Wow, look at those abs! Do you see his abs? Oh and his eyes!"

Freddie rolled his eyes as he stormed out of the studio.

….

"It's eleven thirty!" Freddie said anxiously. "Why isn't she back yet? Huh?"

"She never said she was coming back here, you know," Carly said, popping a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth as she watched her movie on the Shay's sofa.

"She always comes back here!" Freddie retorted.

"Whoa, somebody's in a mood," Spencer said, coming into the room.

"Sam's hanging out with Buddy Hinton," Carly explained.

"Hey, isn't the guy she had her first kiss with?" Spencer asked.

"I was her first kiss!" Freddie said angrily.

"Sorry!" Spencer said. "Jeesh."

"Nah, it's cool," Freddie sighed. "At least you remembered who he was. Unlike Carly."

"Hey, I won't be forgetting who he is now," Carly said. "I should text Sam and tell her to send me a few pics."

"You're not helping, you know," Freddie snapped.

Just then the apartment door opened and Sam walked in.

"Hey, you're back!" Freddie said, relieved. He rushed over and kissed her.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?" Sam asked. "Doesn't your batty mom always make you be home by eleven?"

"She's out of town," Freddie explained. "So, um, did you have fun tonight?"

"Oh yeah, Buddy and I had a blast," Sam said. "We went and got some wings, played a little lazar tag and got some ice cream."

"Sounds fun," Carly said.

"Yeah, fun," Freddie mumbled. "Hey, I was thinking, Sam. Why don't I take you out for brunch tomorrow?"

"Er, you think I could get a rain check on that?" Sam asked. "Buddy and I were going to down to this butcher shop where a friend of his works to get a bunch of free samples."

"Oh, um, yeah, okay," Freddie nodded.

"Anyway, I'm beat," Sam yawned. She turned to Carly. "It's cool if I spend the night?"

"I'm just surprised you asked," Carly said.

"Night, baby," Sam said, giving Freddie a kiss.

"Did you see that?" Freddie hissed as Sam ran upstairs. "She ditched me again to hang out with that Buddy!"

"Well she hasn't seen him in years," Carly pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I still don't like this guy," Freddie said firmly.

"You haven't even met him!" Carly said, somewhat amused.

"I still don't like him!" Freddie said as he stormed out back over to his apartment.

….

The next afternoon, Carly and Spencer were sitting at their table, eating tuna fish sandwiches.

"You know," Spencer said as he poured himself some lemonade. "Tuna fish is probably the best type of sandwich. You wanna know why?"

"Um, no," Carly frowned.

"Because it has such a good consistency," Spencer said, clearly not hearing his sister. "It's moist, but no moist as to ruin the sandwich, and-"

"Freddie!" Carly said, glad to have an opportunity to shut her brother up as Freddie let himself into the apartment. "What's up? You want a sandwich?"

"No, is Sam back yet?" he asked.

"No," Carly replied.

"She's hanging out with Buddy Hinton again?" Spencer asked.

"Yes," Freddie mumbled.

"Are we starting this again?" Carly asked, rolling her eyes. "Can't you just-" but then her phone buzzed, signaling that she got a text message.

"There, look," Carly said, looking down at her phone. "Sam just texted me…she says her and Buddy finished up at the butcher and are down at the Groovy Smoothie. She wants to know if it's okay if she brings Buddy up here."

"Yes, send him up!" Freddie said.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Carly said. "I can't believe I actually get to see those abs in person! You think there's any chance he's not wearing a shirt?"

"Oh, he'd better be!" Freddie said.

"Sam said they'll be up in a minute," Carly said. "Look, Freddie, just be nice to Buddy. Okay? There's nothing going on between him and Sam."

"Still," Freddie said. "I just want to make sure this guy knows that I'm not going to put up with an chicanery from him."

"You might make a better argument if you don't use words like 'chicanery'," Carly smiled.

Freddie was about to retort when the apartment door opened again and Sam walked in, followed by Buddy Hinton who was, to Freddie's dismay, much more attractive in person than he was in his SplashFace picture.

"Hi!" Carly said immediately, hurrying over to Sam and Buddy. "I'm Carly! You must be Buddy!"

"Um yeah, nice to meet you," Buddy said, shaking Carly's hand.

"Wow, firm grip," Carly said, clearly in her flirting mode.

"Yup, that's Carly," Sam said. "My best friend. And over there is Spencer, Carly's older brother."

"Hey!" Spencer called from the kitchen.

"And this," Sam said, looking over at Freddie. "Is Freddie Benson."

"Oh, he's the boyfriend, right?" Buddy asked.

"Yes, I'm Sam's boyfriend," Freddie said, putting his arm around Sam.

"Good to finally meet you; Sam's told me a lot about you," Buddy said. "Sam's a great girl. Just be sure to treat her right."

"So, did you two go to the Groovy Smoothie?" Carly asked, looking at the half-finished smoothie in Buddy's hand. "You know, I haven't been there in so long I think I forgot where it was."

"It's right across the street," Buddy said. "It only took us a minute to walk here from there."

"Well, I'm bad with directions," Carly said, grabbing Buddy's wrist. "Why don't you show me where it is?"

"Wow," Sam grinned as Carly dragged Buddy out of the apartment. "That took her a whole two minutes."

"Ah!" Spencer yelled from the kitchen. "I got tuna fish on my pants! Now I've got to go change them!"

"You mean there's tuna fish sandwiches in here and I'm just finding out about this now?" Sam frowned.

"They're in the kitchen; help yourself," Spencer said as he headed into his bedroom to change his pants.

"So," Sam said as she grabbed herself a sandwich. "You think Carly and Buddy will hit it off? I figured she'd like him; that's the whole reason I brought him over."

"Um, sure," Freddie nodded.

"You okay?" Sam frowned.

"Yeah," Freddie lied quickly.

"Dude…" Sam said knowingly.

"Okay," Freddie sighed. "It's just…why'd you say that you kissed him?"

Sam nearly chocked on her sandwich. "What? I never kissed him!"

"Yeah, I know that," Freddie said. "But you said you did. Remember? Before you and I had our first kiss, you said that you had your first kiss with him at a concert."

"Oh, yeah," Sam said.

"So why'd you say it was with him?" Freddie asked. "I mean, you could've said anyone. Why him?"

"I dunno," Sam shrugged. "I guess…he was the first person who popped into my head! I didn't want to admit that I hadn't kissed anyone, so I thought back to that concert him and I went to when my mom brought me down to Texas to visit him and his mom, and how I had wanted to-um, never-never mind."

"Wait, what was that last part?" Freddie frowned.

"Nothing," Sam said, looking down at her shoes.

"You wanted to kiss him at that concert?" Freddie said slowly.

"Ugh, fine, yes!" Sam admitted. "Look, back when we were kids…I sort of had a tiny little crush on Buddy."

"You-You did?"

"Yes, but I don't anymore!" Sam said. "I just set him up with Carly for crying out loud!"

Freddie didn't reply. He just sat down at the kitchen table, looking shell-shocked.

"Baby," Sam sighed. "Baby, come on. Are you really bothered about me having a crush on Buddy like, six years ago?"

"It's just…I didn't know that," Freddie said slowly. "And-And when you hung out with him last night and this morning…you didn't-you didn't feel anything for him again?"

"What? No!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm dating you!"

"I know, but, Sam, it's just weird, okay?" Freddie told her. "I mean, having your girlfriend hang around her old crush!"

"You mean like you do?" Sam asked simply.

"What are you talking about?" Freddie asked. "I don't hang around with-"

"Uh, hello? Carly!" Sam said. "You used to chase her around like an idiot! You had a much bigger crush on her than I ever did on Buddy!"

Freddie was flabbergasted. "I-I…I never thought of that, Sam. I-I didn't know that bothered you."

"It doesn't," Sam said. "I know you're over Carly. But that's my point! You're always going on about trust in relationships and blah, blah, blah. And we do trust each other, don't we?"

"I-yeah," Freddie nodded. "Yeah, of course, baby. I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking straight. I guess I got a little jealous."

"Yeah, well," Sam said, giving him a long kiss. "It happens."