Ivy
"Dude, you know what I was thinking about in the shower today?" Spencer asked, sitting down on his couch next to Freddie.
"Um…showering?" Freddie guessed.
"I was thinking about a way to make smoothies even better," Spencer said, ignoring Freddie's comment. "So I know you put milk and yogurt in them to make them all thick and creamy, but what if you used ice cream instead? It would be even thicker and creamier! It would be delicious! We could call them Ice Cream Smoothies! You think I should tell T-Bo about this and work out some sort of deal with him with this or should I start my own rival restaurant and-"
"Spence," Freddie sighed. "They already have smoothies made from ice cream. They're called milkshakes."
"W-What?" Spencer frowned. "You're joking."
"You've drank milkshakes before," Freddie pointed out.
"Yeah, but-but these will be fruity," Spencer said lamely. "And they'll be called Ice Cream Smoothies instead-instead of milkshakes, and-and-Oh! Forget about it!"
"Where are you going?" Freddie asked as Spencer got to his feet and headed to the door.
"To get a milkshake, or an Ice Cream Smoothie," Spencer said. "Or-Or-I don't know anymore! I'm so confused!"
"Oh-kay," Freddie said, rolling his eyes as Spencer shut the door behind him. A few minutes later, though, the door opened again and Carly and Sam walked in.
"Hey, where were you guys?" Freddie asked as Sam sat down next to him and gave him a quick kiss.
"We were at the mall with Wendy," Sam replied.
"Yes, where I had to beg the two of them not to pour bottles of dish soap into the fountain," Carly sighed, shrugging off her jacket. "Unsuccessfully, I might add."
"It was awesome," Sam grinned. "There was so much soap bubbles that the annoying guy who always tries to spray everyone with cologne got lost for ten whole minutes!"
"Why were you at the mall?" Freddie asked, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, Wendy needed a dress," Carly said. "You know she's going on her fourth date with Brad this weekend."
"Really? They're still together?" Freddie asked. "Huh."
"Why huh?" Carly frowned.
"You know, I just never really saw them as a couple," Freddie shrugged.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "I mean, I'm happy she's all happy now, but I just don't see how they're a couple. She's cool and spunky and he's all dorky."
"Yeah, it's a weird mix," Freddie said, putting his arm around Sam.
Carly blinked. "You-You're not serious, are you?"
"What?" Sam asked.
"Come on, Brad and Wendy are just like you and Freddie!" Carly exclaimed. "How could you not see that? Wendy's into doing…questionable things, like you, Sam, and Brad's super into technology and other geeky stuff, like Freddie!"
"Okay, Carls, I think you're a little delusional," Sam chuckled. "Freddie and I are nothing like Brad and Wendy."
"Yes you are!" Carly said, exasperated.
"No, Brad's just a good friend of mine, and Wendy's a good friend of you and Sam," Freddie said.
"Yeah, and besides, they're sort of, what's the word?" Sam said. "Oh, yeah, dysfunctional."
"And you and Freddie are a normal couple?" Carly scoffed. "Last week I literally had to referee a fight between you guys about who invented the swing set!"
"It wasn't a fight, it was a discussion," Freddie corrected.
"Yeah, a discussion," Sam agreed. She stood up. "Come on, Fredwad. We're gonna miss that movie, and I wanna stop by my place real quick and grab my purse so I can sneak ribs into the theatre."
"Sam, you can't bring ribs in there again! You spilled barbecue sauce all over an usher last time!" Freddie said, hurrying after his girlfriend.
"I'm bringing my ribs!" Sam said loudly. "And fried chicken!"
"No! Sam, this is going to wind up being like the boat show last month!" Freddie groaned.
"Yeah, normal," Carly said, shaking her head as the couple disappeared.
…
"-And that's why that movie was the best thing ever produced," Sam was telling Freddie the next morning as the couple stood by Sam and Carly's lockers.
"No way, it was totally lame!" Freddie said as Carly came around the corner and joined them. "Carls, don't you think a movie about fighting, talking aardvarks is stupid?"
"It was the greatest thing we've laid eyes on!" Sam defended.
"Children, it's eight o'clock in the morning, I can't handle your fights right now," Carly said, opening her locker. "Or, as you would call them, discussions."
"Are you still bitter because we don't think we're anything like Wendy and Brad?" Freddie asked.
"Carls, just face it, we're completely different couples," Sam said.
"Why can't you two just open your eyes and see how much you guys have in common with them?" Carly asked. "I mean, it could be good for you guys to have some couple friends! Which is why I took the initiative to arrange a little double date for you guys at my place tonight."
"A double date?" Freddie repeated. "Carly!"
"What's the big deal?" Carly shrugged.
"We're not a dysfunctional couple like them!" Sam said.
"Well then fine," Carly said. "Then just have a nice dinner with your friends who happen to have a lot in common with you."
"I think you need a boyfriend," Sam mumbled. "You have way too much time on your hands."
"Thanks!" Carly said, crossing her arms. "Remember that little comment, Puckett, when you don't get second helpings of dinner tonight!"
…..
"Alright, pasta's cooking, garlic bread's in the oven…" Carly said, hurrying around the kitchen.
"Hey, what's going on?" Spencer asked, dragging his feet out of his bedroom, looking thoroughly depressed.
"I'm making dinner for Sam and Freddie's double date with Brad and Wendy," Carly explained. "Why do you look so glum?"
"People look glum after their ideas for Ice Cream Smoothies get shut down!" Spencer snapped.
"Ice Cream Smoothies?" Carly repeated. "Aren't those just milkshakes?"
"Yes! Yes, everyone loves milkshakes!" Spencer exclaimed. "Man, this is worse than the time I got poison ivy all over my-"
"Please stop talking," Carly said.
Just then the apartment door opened and Sam and Freddie came in.
"I don't care, Fredward, apples are nothing compared to oranges!" Sam said.
"Apples are way better than oranges!" Freddie retorted. "You don't have to peel an apple to eat it if you don't want to. If you want an orange, you gotta yank the dang peel off it first!"
"But then you're stuck with an apple core!"
"Better than a pile of orange peels!"
Sam gave a small chuckle.
"What?" Freddie said.
"Orange peels," Sam grinned. "Remember that Girly Cow episode we watched the other day? The dog's name was Orange Peel because he only ate things that were orange?"
"I don't think I remember too much of that episode because we were too busy doing other things," Freddie chuckled, leaning down to kiss her.
"Yes, yes, we get it, you're an adorable couple," Carly said, hurrying over to her best friends and grabbing their wrists to lead them over to the table she had all set up. "You guys pumped for your double date?"
"Yeah, but this isn't going to prove anything," Freddie said.
"Yeah, we're not like Wendy and Brad," Sam said.
There was a knock at the door, and Carly smiled happily. "Yay, there here!" She ran to let the other couple in.
"Hey you guys!" Carly said, letting Brad and Wendy in. "Glad you can make it."
"Thanks for having us," Brad said politely.
"Just a quick question we need you to answer, though," Wendy said, shoving her coat at Brad to hang up. "Which fruit do you think is better? A banana or a watermelon?"
"Um…what?" Carly frowned.
"Wendy, there's not even an argument to make about this," Brad said, shaking his head. "Everyone knows that watermelons are the superior fruit!"
"Bananas are way better than watermelons!" Wendy argued. "To eat a watermelon you have to cut it and deseed it before you can do anything! With a banana you just peel the dang thing and you're good to go!"
"But banana peels are so dangerous," Freddie pointed out.
"Thank you!" Brad said, grinning at Freddie.
"Yeah, and so is a watermelon," Sam spoke up. "You think a banana has ever flattened anyone?"
"Thank you," Wendy said, high-fiving Sam.
"Oh come on, you know watermelons are so much better," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "That why we eat it on the Fourth of July; they're our nation's fruit!"
"People eat bananas all year long!" Sam said. "And they're one of the funniest fruits out there! Do you know how many banana jokes there are out there?"
"Oh, yeah," Brad said, chuckling. "I do like my banana jokes. There was this one I used to love when I was a kid…What do you call two banana peels?"
"A pair of slippers!" Freddie exclaimed. "I read that joke in my family friendly, toddler appropriate joke book my mom bought me a few weeks ago!"
"That's so lame," Wendy said, rolling her eyes as Brad put an arm around her.
"Totally," Sam agreed as Freddie took her hand in his. "Hey, I'm starved. Let's eat."
"Wow," Spencer said softly as the couples sat down at the table. "It's like their Sam and Freddie clones!"
"I know, right?" Carly said. "At least somebody sees that!"
…..
The double date went very well. The couples chatted pleasantly throughout the meal, except for a brief period where Sam and Wendy decided it was necessary to toss meatballs at their respective boyfriends. And all the while Carly beamed as she watched the four teens interact, confident that soon Sam and Freddie would have to admit that she was right about their similarities with Brad and Wendy.
"-And so then Ms. Briggs totally freaks out on me over the spray paint, and before I know it, I'm back in detention," Wendy said during desert as the couples chowed down on some strawberry shortcake.
"Sweetie, I thought you promised you weren't going to pull any more spray painting stunts," Brad sighed.
"I didn't…sort of," Wendy said. "Ms. Briggs was just on the jank today."
"Yeah, she was in a bad mood today," Sam agreed. "But that may have been because of the little hamster incident with her car…"
"No way, you did that?" Wendy laughed.
"Sam, no! You said you weren't going to put rodents in teachers' cars anymore!" Freddie moaned.
"Yeah, but you made me look at computers for three hours at the Pear Store the other day so I feel like I deserved this," Sam shrugged.
"Ugh, Brad made me look at processors the other day," Wendy said. "It was like-"
"-Being slowly tortured to death," Sam finished for her. "Believe me, I know the feeling."
"Come on, you know you had fun taking all those pictures on the computers in there," Freddie said to Sam, smiling at her from across the table.
"Hey, we did that same thing a few weeks ago," Brad said. "We should all go there together sometime and take some group pics to set as the backgrounds on all the computers."
"Definitely," Sam nodded.
"Oh, wow, Brad, it's getting late," Wendy said, looking at her watch. "I need to get home soon before my brother steals my last blueberry muffin."
"Okay," Brad said, rolling his eyes, getting up from the table. He turned to Carly. "This was a really great dinner, Carly. Thanks again for having us over. And thanks for hanging out with us, Sam and Freddie."
"No problem," Freddie smiled.
"See you tomorrow in detention," Sam added to Wendy.
"Bye!" Carly called as the couple headed out of the apartment. Once the door closed behind them, she spun back around to look at Sam and Freddie.
"Well…" she said, beaming. "Who was totally right?"
"What are you talking about?" Freddie frowned.
"You cannot still be denying that those two are pretty much your couple twins," Carly said, crossing her arms.
"Carls, I don't know how you got this idea in your head, but you need to let it go," Sam said. "They're a different type of couple. They're crazy and dysfunctional, and Fredbag and I are-"
"Hey, Sam!" Freddie said, examining his shortcake. "You took all my whipped cream from my shortcake!"
"So?" Sam shrugged. "You know I like whipped cream."
"So you can't just take mine!"
"I sort of did, baby," Sam smirked.
"Oh yeah?" Freddie said, grabbing his cake and smearing it right in Sam's face. "That's what I think of that!"
Sam quickly grabbed her own slice of cake and hurled it at Freddie. "Hey! No on throws cake at Mama!"
"That's it, come here Puckett!" Freddie exclaimed, grabbing Sam around the waist and pulling her towards him so that he was able to smush another piece of cake into her hair.
"Gross!" Sam laughed. "You know, you're lucky you look so hot covered in cake, otherwise I'd be killing you right now."
"You look pretty hot covered in cake too," Freddie grinned, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
"Okay, that does it, I'm out of here," Carly announced, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked as her and Freddie pulled away.
"To find me a boyfriend so I don't have to stress myself out over you two anymore," Carly said. "Later!"
