AN-Sorry this one's so long; I've been trying to make my oneshots a little shorter lately, but I guess I kind of slipped with this one.

Witch

"I still can't believe you managed to glue Mr. Bradley's shoes to the floor," Carly said, shaking her head as her and Sam opened their lockers. "While he was still wearing them!"

"It's a gift," Sam said modestly, tossing her books carelessly into her locker and grabbing a large bag of potato chips.

"Hey," Gibby said, walking over to the girls. "Did you hear that some kid glued Mr. Bradley's shoes to the floor? The fire department's on their way here to unstick him."

Carly pointed at Sam.

"Ah," Gibby nodded.

"Hey, how was your history test?" Carly asked. "You and Freddie just took it, right?"

"Yeah, it was pretty easy," Gibby said. "But there were a lot of trick questions; like when did the War of 1812 take place."

"Um, in 1812," Sam said. "Dude, even I know that."

"When did you think it was fought?" Carly chuckled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a war?" Gibby frowned. "I thought it was a document that was just, you know, really intense, like a war."

"Gibby," Carly sighed. "Promise me you'll never try and do extreme gymnastics on a trampoline the night before a test again, okay?"

"Oh, but guess what?" Gibby said, ignoring Carly's comment. "Everyone in our class finished the test early, so our teacher let us spend the rest of the class just talking. You know that new girl that moved here from Utah? Jennifer?"

"Sure," Sam shrugged. "What about her?"

"She scooted her desk right next to Freddie and started talking to him," Gibby replied. "Right in the middle of our conversation on shoelaces! Can you believe that?"

"I didn't know Freddie was friends with her," Carly said.

"He isn't," Gibby said. "It was the first time they talked ever. She asked him what she got for a question on the test, and then somehow they wound up talking about Galaxy Wars and computers! They left me to have my shoelace conversation on my own!"

"Huh, I guess they have a lot in common then," Carly sad.

"Yeah, that their both geeks," Sam mumbled.

"I guess Freddie thought so too," Gibby shrugged. "Because he asked her out."

Sam nearly choked on her chips.

"He what?" Carly exclaimed as she hit her best friend's back.

"Apparently they're getting smoothies today after school," Gibby said.

"Are you kidding?" Sam said, still coughing. "He asked out some random chick that he just met today?"

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like Freddie, he's not exactly Mr. Confident around girls," Carly said.

"I know, that nub's a total spaz around chicks," Sam said.

"But you dated him," Gibby pointed out.

"Gibby!" Sam snapped.

"Hey, Spencer," Carly sighed as she came home from school that day.

"Hi!" Spencer replied loudly.

Carly frowned as she stared at her brother, who was covered from head to do in multi-colored paint.

"Did a rainbow explode on you?" she asked.

"Oh no, Socko and I were just playing paintball," Spencer explained.

"Did you win?"

"…I don't want to talk about," Spencer mumbled. "Hey where're Sam and Freddie?"

"Well Sam claimed she had to go take her mom to a doctor about some growth, and Freddie…he's on a date."

"A date?" Spencer repeated. "With who?"

"Some new girl that came to Ridgeway a couple weeks ago," Carly said. "I don't know her too well, but she seems nice I guess. Pretty."

"Wait…does Sam know about this?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah, she knows," Carly said. "I asked her if she was okay with this after we found out, and she said she was. But it's always a little weird when your ex dates someone new. It must be even weirder when your still friends with your ex. I think she just needs a little time on her own right now; I'll call her tonight and make sure she's okay."

"Alright," Spencer said. "I'm gonna go shower and try to get this paint out of my nose."

…..

Later that evening, Carly was sitting out on the couch doing some homework when Freddie walked in.

"Hey," he said. "I was looking for you and Sam after school; where were you guys?"

"Well, we figured you'd be all right if we left without you," Carly said, smiling at him. "Because word from the Gibby is you've got yourself a new little girlfriend."

"Oh, he-he told you?" Freddie asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Yeah," Carly said. "Oh come on, don't be embarrassed. Come, sit, talk. What's this Jennifer like?"

"She seems really…cool," Freddie replied, sitting down next to Carly. "She's really into Galaxy Wars like me, and he dad taught her how to take apart a computer when she was five. Plus she's really nice, and she's sort of shy, you know, since she just moved here."

"So you like her then?" Carly asked.

"I don't know," Freddie admitted. "I mean, I asked her out a little spur of the moment-"

"Ya' think?" Carly laughed.

"But she's great," Freddie continued. "I haven't felt like this since…since I've dated Sam."

"Wait, do you mean you want to ask this girl to like, be your girlfriend?" Carly asked, a little surprised.

"Kind of," Freddie smiled. "What do you think? Is it too soon?"

"Well, I mean…you just started talking to her," Carly reasoned. "But…if you do really like her…"

Freddie sighed. "It's a lot to think about I guess. Hey, is-is Sam here?"

"Um, no, she went back to her place after school," Carly said.

"Did, um, Gibby tell her about this too?" Freddie asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah, she was there," Carly said.

"And, um," Freddie went on, playing with the sleeve of his shirt. "Was-Was she, you know, cool about it?"
"She was surprised," Carly shrugged. "I was too, though. I mean, we barely know this girl and we hear she's dating out best friend? Shocking news, Freddie."

"Yeah, I get that," Freddie said quickly. "But did she seem at all…jealous?"

Carly could've sworn that his voice sounded the tiniest bit hopeful. "She honestly didn't say too much about it," Carly told him. "I mean, I obviously asked her if she was okay, since you guys did date and she's my best friend, but she said she was fine."

"Oh," Freddie said. He looked down at the floor. "Well that's good then. That means she's definitely…moved on. Hey, I'd better get going; my mom's gonna want to steam my clothes for ticks. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Bye," Carly said. Freddie hurried out of Carly's apartment and she went back to her homework, only to be interrupted again by the door opening one more.

"Hey, Sam," Carly said as her best friend entered. "What's up?"

"Got bored at my place," Sam mumbled, heading to the fridge.

"Freddie just came by, by the way," Carly said, getting up and going into the kitchen too.

"Yeah? What did the stubrag want?" Sam asked harshly, grabbing a pudding cup and yanking the seal open.

"He just told me how his little date with Jennifer went," Carly said.

Sam rolled her eyes.

"Sam?" Carly asked gently. "I know you already told me you were fine, but are you sure this isn't bothering you? It's totally okay if it is. I mean, you see your ex-boyfriend with a new girl and all of the sudden some old feelings come up and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, old feelings?" Sam frowned. "Carls, Freddie and I have been broken up for like, six months. I don't still have any feelings for him."

"Okay," Carly said. "But if you need to talk-"

"I don't," Sam said firmly. "I don't."

….

As the week went on, Freddie and Jennifer officially became a couple. Carly still didn't really know Jennifer too well; she didn't have any classes with her and she didn't have the same lunch period as the three teens, so Carly's interactions with the girl were limited to when she would happen to catch her coming out of Freddie's apartment.

"So me and Jennifer went bowling last night," Freddie told Carly one afternoon as they took their seats at their usual table in the Ridgeway cafeteria. "It was pretty…nice."

"Just nice?" Carly said.

"Yeah, you know, she bowled, I bowled, we got some cheese fries after," Freddie shrugged. "It was actually sort of weird only having to buy one order of those…when Sam and I used to go bowling together, we could never get by on just one. And then," he began to chuckle. "We would go to the arcade right next to the shoe counter and Sam and I would spend hours playing air hockey. I actually managed to win a few games.
"Aw," Carly smiled. "So did you and Jennifer play air hockey?"

"Um, no, Jennifer said she didn't really like those sorts of games," Freddie said. "She doesn't like anything competitive at all, really. When we were bowling she didn't even want to keep score."

"Oh, that's…interesting," Carly said. "Hey, where's Sam? She never misses lunch?"

"She probably had to stay after her last class for doing something Sammish," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Hey, you know what Jennifer told me when we were bowling. She's never had detention? I mean, even I've had detention!"

"Yeah, for chewing gum, Mr. Rebel," Carly chuckled. "Anyway, I think it's kind of weird that I haven't even had a real conversation with this girl. You should bring her over some night or something. I want to get to know her better."

"Actually, I was just about to talk to you about that," Freddie said. "I was thinking I could invite Jennifer up to watch us do iCarly tonight?"

"Oh," Carly said. "Um, yeah, that'd be great."

"Awesome, I'll text Jennifer and tell her," Freddie said.

….

"So what am I supposed to do again?" Gibby asked.

"Ugh," Carly said. "I've told you ten times already, Gibby! You're going to come out on your cue in the gorilla costume and try and wrestle Sam for the bunch of bananas that will be on that table over there."

"And you're sure Sam's not going to really beat me up?" Gibby asked.

"Well I told her not to," Carly said. "That's the best I can do." She looked at her Pear phone. "I wonder where Freddie and Jennifer are? Freddie needs to start setting up all the cameras."

Just then Sam burst into the room, carrying her laptop.

"Hey," Carly said. "You should probably go and get into your costume for-"

"Is Freddie here?" she asked quickly.

"Um, no, not yet?" Carly frowned. "Why? What's up?"

"Well during lunch today, I was doing some research," Sam said.

"That's what you were doing?" Carly said. "Wait, is that why you missed Spanish and trig too?"

"Um, yeah," Sam said. "But this was way more important!"

"Well what is it?" Carly asked.

"I just thought it was weird that neither of us knew too much about this Jennifer chick," Sam said. "So I did some digging."

"But didn't you get my text?" Carly said. "Jennifer's coming here to watch the show with Freddie. We can get to know her afterwards, you know, maybe go grab some smoothies and-"

"Oh, you're not gonna want to be getting smoothies with her," Sam said, opening up her laptop. "Not after I show you what I found out about her."

"Huh?" Carly said, confused.

"I went on her Splashface page and found some people from her old school," Sam explained. "And I messaged them-"

"You messaged complete strangers asking about their friend?" Carly exclaimed. "Sam!"

"Oh calm down, they freaked out when they saw I was from iCarly," Sam said. "Anyway, I told them Jennifer had just moved here and I asked her what she was like. And you'll never believe what they told me."

"What? Is she from Canada?" Gibby asked.

"What? No!" Sam snapped. "Go stand in the corner, Gibby!"

"What'd you find out?" Carly questioned.

"Apparently Ms. Jennifer's got herself a bit of a reputation," Sam said. "You know how many guys she went out with at her old school just last year? Nineteen."

"Whoa," Carly said, raising her eyebrow. "Okay, that's a lot. But that doesn't mean-"

"From what the people from her Splashface page told me," Sam cut her off. "Jennifer goes out with a guy for like, two or three weeks, makes them buy her all sorts of things, take her to fancy places, and then totally dumps them! She uses guys, Carly. She's using Freddie."

"But…that-that's crazy," Carly said. "Freddie told me that when they go out, she doesn't even eat that much food; he only buys like, one serving of something and they share."

"Yeah, she doesn't make him buy her food, maybe," Gibby said, turning around from the corner he was standing at. "But he's still been going crazy spending money on her."
"Wait, what?" Carly frowned. "What're you talking about?"

"He told me last night he bought her this fancy bracelet when they went to the mall because she kept saying how much she loved it," Gibby said. "And paid for some shopping spree at Glitter Gloss because she gave him some little puppy dog face. Oh, and he said I'm not supposed to mention it to you guys because you'll probably get the wrong idea about the whole thing and-oh."

"You see?" Sam said triumphantly. "She's using Freddie! She's gonna date him for a few weeks and wipe him clean, because that nub doesn't know how to say no; he's too nice!"

"Okay, well you have to tell Freddie this then," Carly said in a serious tone. "He can't keep spending all this money on this chick!"

"You have to tell him," Sam said.

"What? But you're the one-"

"Look, if I tell him, he'll…he'll think I'm just jealous, okay?" Sam said. "That I'm making everything up just to get him to break up with her because I still have feelings for him, which I don't."

"But if he told Gibby not to tell me in the first place, he won't listen to me either!" Carly said.

Sam frowned. "Oh…right. Ugh! This stupid witch just had to come and woo in Freddie!"

"Witch?" Carly asked, grinning.

"Well I can't call her what I want to call her because you'd wash my mouth out with soap again," Sam said. "So I switched a certain letter around. Now what are we gonna do?"

"Maybe we can-"

"Hey, hey," Freddie said brightly, walking into the studio with Jennifer. She was tall and long, perfectly styled brown hair. "Whose ready to do a little iCarly?"

"Um," Carly said, giving Sam a look that clearly meant they would discuss this later. "We-We are."

"Jennifer, you know Carly and Sam, right?" Freddie asked. "I don't think I ever formally introduced you to them."

"No," Jennifer said in a high-pitched voice that made Sam want to hurl. She held out a hand to Sam. "It's so nice to meet both of you."

Sam bit her tongue as she shook her hand.

"Oh, and that's Gibby, you know, from history class," Freddie said as he picked up his camera.

"Of course," Jennifer said. "Wow, is that a Timex watch your wearing? I hear those are really expensive."

"Huh? Oh yeah, they are," Gibby said. "It was a gift from my mom."

"I'm sure your girlfriend must love it," Jennifer said, smiling widely.

"Um, I don't have a girlfriend," Gibby replied.

"Oh…interesting."

"So are we ready to start this show or what?" Carly said loudly.

"Yeah, just let me get one last thing ready," Freddie said, typing into his computer. "Oh, and by the way, Jennifer and I can't hang out after the show. We're gonna go out and get some dinner. We're thinking of making Friday nights out official date night."

"Well yay for that," Sam mumbled.

"Don't worry about it," Carly said, shooting Sam a look. "We can hang out together some other time."

"And baby?" Jennifer asked, turning to Freddie. "How about instead of getting pizza tonight, you take me to that French place by the beach?"

"Um, well, I-" Freddie started.

Sam and Carly exchanged looks. Everyone knew that restaurant was the most expensive place to eat in all of Seattle.

"Please baby?" Jennifer pouted, rubbing his shoulder. "I've never had French food before."

"Er…sure," Freddie said. "Why not?"

…..

As Carly and Sam did iCarly, both girls kept glancing over at Jennifer, who was sitting directly behind Freddie. For most of the show, she was boredly looking down at her phone, except when Freddie would turn and look at her; then she would grin and laugh as though she was watching her favorite movie.

"…And, we're clear," Freddie finally said. "Great show, you guys."

"Thanks," Sam mumbled.

"So are we ready to go, Freddie?" Jennifer asked sweetly.

"Um, yeah, just let me run back down to my apartment and get some more cash…I've only got twenty dollars on me right now," Freddie told her. "Hey, why don't you stay up here with Carly and Sam and hang out with them for a few minutes?"

"Oh…okay," Jennifer said, though she looked less than pleased at this suggestion.

Freddie left the studio, and Jennifer slowly turned to Carly and Sam.

"So…" she said awkwardly. "Um, how-how long have you guys known Freddie?"

"Seven years," Carly replied. "We're all best friends. Which means we care about him…a lot."

"Oh, that's…sweet," Jennifer said.

"Yeah," Sam said, stepping a bit closer to Jennifer. "Freddie's a great guy."

"I know, he's awesome," Jennifer said. "Hey, I've heard around school that you used to date him."

"Yup," Sam said, crossing her arms. "I did. So I know just how much of an awesome boyfriend Freddie is."

"Um, Sam?" Carly whispered, but Sam ignored her.

"And like Carly said," Sam continued warningly. "We care about Freddie. So-So you better treat him good, and never hurt him. Or you get to deal with me. And you can ask anyone, you don't want that."

Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, but just then Freddie walked in.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asked Jennifer.

"Yeah," Jennifer replied, quickly turning away from Sam and grabbing her purse.

"I'll see you late," Freddie said to Carly and Sam.

"Yeah…later," Carly nodded.

Once the couple had left, she turned to Sam. "What was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I mean I thought we were going to talk to Freddie and get him to stop dating Jennifer," Carly said. "Not Jennifer herself. That's not gonna make them break up."

"I know," Sam sighed. "But…I was just thinking, you know, while we were doing the show…and yeah, Jennifer's a complete skunkbag, but…I dunno. There's always that little chance that we're wrong about her."

"But you just told me what all the kids at her old school told you about her!" Carly said. "And Gibby told us Freddie's been blowing all his cash on her!"

"I know!" Sam said. "But then I saw them together…he just looked so happy." She looked down at the ground, trying to hide her sad face. "Maybe Jennifer will change for him, I dunno," Sam said. "So that's why I only warned her."

"Wow," Carly said softly. "Sam…that's really big of you."

"Yeah," Sam mumbled. "Then why do I feel so lousy?"

"Come here," Carly said, pulling her into a hug. The two were silent for a moment.

"You know," Carly spoke up. "He didn't look that happy with her…he was always way more happy when he was with you when you were dating. Even with all the fighting and everything that went on."

"You have to say that," Sam said, smiling a little bit. "You're my best friend."

"Yeah, but it's also true," Carly said. "And hey, since Freddie ditched us tonight, why don't you and I make this a girls night? Wanna order Chinese food and make fun of Jennifer behind her back?"

"Um, yes!" Sam nodded.

…..

The next afternoon, Sam was sitting on Carly's couch, watching an MMA fight while Carly sat at the counter, painting her nails.

"Okay, Sam!" Freddie said suddenly, storming into the apartment. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Did what?" Sam snapped.

"Yeah, what'd she do?" Carly asked.

"She threatened my girlfriend!" Freddie exclaimed, glaring at Sam.

"What? I did not!" Sam said.

"Oh really?" Freddie scoffed. "So you telling her to move back to Utah or you're going to beat her unconscious and then shave her head isn't a threat to you?"

"I didn't say any of that!" Sam said, standing up. "She made all of that up!"

"Yeah, Freddie, I was there when Sam talked to Jennifer," Carly said. "And all she did was-"

"So you were there when she was doing this and you didn't stop her?" Freddie frowned at Carly.

"She wasn't-"

"I'm surprised," Freddie said, crossing his arms. "I'd expect Sam to be mean and rude to someone, but you usually step in."

"I wasn't mean or rude to her!" Sam said. "She's probably just mad that-"

"Freddie, she's using you!" Carly blurted out.

"Carly!" Sam hissed.

"What?" Freddie frowned.

"We found out that at her old school she would date a lot of guys and just use them for a couple of weeks to get them to buy her a lot of stuff," Carly sighed. "And…And Gibby sort of let it slip that you've been spending a lot on her, and-"

"Jennifer is not using me," Freddie said firmly.

"Dude-" Sam started.

"No!" Freddie said. "Jennifer's sweet, and kind, pretty much the complete opposite of you."

"Freddie-" Carly said softly.

"You know, Sam," Freddie said. "I thought you and I were actually managing to stay friends after we broke up. But I guess I was wrong."

And with that he left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

"Sam," Carly said gently. "He-He was just angry. He didn't mean any-"

But Sam grabbed her bag and ran out of the apartment before Carly could even comfort her.

On Monday morning, Carly was standing at her locker, putting her books away, when Freddie came around the corner.

"Um…hey," he said lamely.

"Hi," Carly said coldly, turning back to her locker.

"Okay, I guess I deserve that," Freddie sighed.

"Clearly!"

"Look, I just wanted to apologize to you for how I acted the other day," Freddie sighed. "I was sort of a…"

"Jerk?" Carly finished.

"Yeah," Freddie said, smiling a bit. "A big one. I shouldn't have flipped out on you like that."

"No chiz," Carly said.

"It's just…I dunno. Maybe I wanted my relationship with Jennifer to work out so badly that I started putting her before you guys; the people who really care about me," Freddie said. "I thought maybe if I could have a new girlfriend, I'd stop feeling so…well, the point is, I screwed up."

"Aw, you didn't screw up," Carly told him.

"Yes I did."

"Okay, yeah, you did," Carly nodded.

Freddie chuckled. "Anyway, you'll be glad to know Jennifer and I broke up last night."

"What?" Carly frowned.

"Yeah, you were right; she was using me," Freddie sighed. He shook his head. "Whatever, I'm not exactly torn up about it if you know what I mean."

"Well, I'm glad you came to your senses on her," Carly told him. "You don't need some girl like that."

"Thanks," Freddie said. "So, um…where's Sam? Is she here yet?"

"No," Carly sighed. "She's not coming today; she texted me this morning."

"Oh," Freddie said. "Is she still mad at me then?"

"What do you think?" Carly said, raising an eyebrow. "If you think you acted like a jerk to me, you acted like a humungo jerk-faced jerky jerk to her."

"Well where is she?" Freddie asked.

"My place," Carly said. "She spent the night there; she claimed she had a bad headache this morning, so I didn't force her to come to school, and-hey! Where're you going?" But Freddie was already out the school doors.

….

Sam was laying on the Shay's couch, eating popcorn as she watched some Spanish soap opera. She had the apartment to herself; Spencer had gone to Canada with Socko for the day, and she was happy for privacy. Therefore she was very surprised when she heard a knock at the door. Figuring that Spencer had come back because he had forgotten his keys or something, she simply yelled, "It's open!". When she saw Freddie walk in, though, she narrowed her eyes. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I wanted to come talk to you," Freddie said softly, shutting the door behind him.

"Whatever," Sam said, starting to get to her feet so she could go upstairs away from him; he was the last person she wanted to be around at the moment. But Freddie grabbed her hand.

"Please?" he asked.

Sam groaned. "What?" she snapped. "What do you want?"

"Sam," Freddie sighed. "If I were you right now, I'd probably want to punch my face in-"

"You have about ten seconds until I do," Sam mumbled.

"Then I'll talk fast," Freddie said. "Sam, I-I know I owe you a lot more than an apology after…after the other day. But I still want to tell you how sorry I am about how I reacted…I said a lot of things I didn't mean."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Whatever. But you'd better get back to school; I'm guessing your little girlfriend wouldn't be too chipper about you being here."

"Jennifer's not my girlfriend anymore," Freddie said.

Sam looked up at him. "She's not?"

"Nope," Freddie replied. "I…I realized that you guys were right about her. She kept wanting me to buy her all these things and take her to all these places…So I asked her if she actually really liked me, and she told me I was being crazy, and that of course she liked me. But then she asked me to take her to this boat show this weekend and I told her I couldn't afford it, and then she dumped me. And from what I saw this morning, she's chasing after Kenny Tanker now."

Sam chuckled. "Good. I hate that kid; he bought the last Fat Cake from the vending machine last week."

"And I know she lied to me about you too," Freddie continued. "You know, about you threatening her…"

"Oh," Sam muttered.

"Sam, I don't know what I could ever do to get you to forgive me for what I said to you," Freddie said. "But…can I at least try?"

"Huh, that will be sort of hard to do since we're apparently not friends anymore," Sam said.

"Oh," Freddie said, looking down at the ground. "I can't blame you, I guess."

Sam looked at him. "Hey, come on. I was just kidding."
Freddie jerked his head up. "Wait…so we're cool?"

"You done being a total nub?"

Freddie grinned. "I think so."

"Then we're cool," Sam said. "Or…I'm cool and you're a total dork, rather."

Freddie laughed. "Hey, why don't we get some smoothies before we head back to school? My treat?"

"Dude, you're probably in some major debt from Jennifer," Sam told him. "You need to give your wallet a break…at least for a little bit. Besides, I'm called off of school today. There's no way I'm gonna go in just for the heck of it."

"Alright," Freddie said, getting to his feet. "But after school, wanna plan another Wake Up Spencer bit for tonight?"

"We could do that," Sam said thoughtfully. "Or…you ever skip a day of school, Benson?"

"Once," Freddie said. "To stand in line to get tickets for this Tech Expo I wanted to go to."

"Oy," Sam said, shaking her head. "You can't even skip school right!"

"Want to show me how, Puckett?" Freddie asked, cocking his head.

"Fine, but it's a lot of work," Sam said, moving over to make room for him on the couch. "First, grab that bag of chips right there and get at least halfway done with it before the blonde chick on the this show pushed her sister's ex-boyfriend's laberdoodle down the stairs."