Admission

"-And then my mom realized this guy has been stealing her special hot sauce packets from El Guapo Taco," Sam said as her, Carly and Freddie sat in the iCarly studio, sharing a large bowl of popcorn. "So she kicked him to the curb."

"Aw, your mom really liked that guy from the dry cleaners," Carly said, popping a few kernels into her mouth.

"Yeah, she was with this guy for what, a week?" Freddie nodded.

"I know, but it's cool, she already found a new guy," Sam said. "And he's actually been to college!"

"Wow, really?" Carly said.

"Well, sort of," Sam said. "He went to clown school for three weeks before dropping out to become one of those guys who polishes shoes at the airport."

"You know, your mom has the weirdest tastes in guys," Freddie commented.

Sam narrowed her eyes. "Your mom went out with Lewbert. I wouldn't be talking, Fredweiner!"

"I-Okay, good point," Freddie sighed as his phone dinged. "Oh! It's Rebecca!"

"Gibby's cousin?" Carly asked.

"Uh-huh, I've been texting her for the past two weeks," Freddie grinned. "And a couple nights ago we went out for pizza."

"Didn't you already try getting together with Gibby's cousin?" Sam frowned. "You know, that girl who was seven feet tall and crushed Carly's project and made her cry."

"I didn't cry!" Carly defended. "Sure, I was upset that the project I worked on for three weeks and spent a combined forty-seven hours on wound up in pieces and I wound up getting a B in that class, ruining my chance once again for straight A's…but I didn't cry."

"This is a different cousin," Freddie explained. "She just moved to Seattle from Minnesota and I've been helping her get acquainted with the city."

"Is she another giant?" Sam smirked.
"No," Freddie said. "She happens to be a normal height and quite attractive."

"How come all of the girls in Gibby's family are cute, but the guys all look like, well…Gibby?" Carly questioned.

"I dunno, genetics?" Freddie shrugged. "Anyway, Rebecca is great. She's funny, she's hot, she's creative, she's hot-"

"You said hot twice," Carly pointed out.

"Well she's doubly hot!" Freddie said.

"So what? Is this poor chick your new little girlfriend?" Sam asked, cringing. "God, what goes on in some girls' heads?"

"Hey, you dated me," Freddie reminded her.

"Yes...and I've been having nightmares since," Sam said.

"Sam…" Carly sighed, rolling her eyes. She turned back to Freddie. "So, is this Rebecca your new girlfriend?"

"Well I wouldn't say we were official yet," Freddie said.

"Lucky her," Sam mumbled.

"But I'd say things are going pretty good between us," Freddie continued, shooting Sam a glare. He looked down at his phone. "Hey, she's actually outside the building now! I forgot I told her she could come over and hang out for awhile."

"Why don't you bring her up here?" Carly suggested. "I want to meet this girl."

"You do?" Freddie asked.

"Sure, if you think you guys might get serious, we'll meet her eventually anyway," Carly said.

"Okay, I'll go run down and get her," Freddie said.

Carly waited until Freddie had left the room before she turned to her best friend. "Okay, Sam. When Freddie brings this girl up, please be nice to her."
"What? Who says I won't be nice?" Sam frowned.

Carly gave her a knowing look.

"Fine, I'll be nice," Sam mumbled.
"Thank you, I'm sure Freddie will appreciate it," Carly said. "Speaking of Freddie though…you okay with this?"

"With what?" Sam asked, confused.

"You know, with him starting to see Gibby's cousin," Carly said.

"I mean it pains me to see some poor girl have to deal with that nub, but I'm not gonna lose sleep over her misery," Sam shrugged.

"No, I meant…come on, isn't it sort of weird to see Freddie with some other girl? You guys dated, after all."

"Carls, that was last year," Sam chuckled. "Freddie and I are both over each other. We're allowed to see other people."
"Yeah, but still-"

"Carly, it would be weird to see Freddie out with some other girl if I still liked him or something," Sam said. "But I don't. So why should I care if he goes and dates some other girl? It doesn't bother me that-"

"Hey, guys," Freddie said, returning to the room with a girl at his heels. "I'd like you to meet Rebecca, Gibby's cousin."

Carly's eyes widened as she stared at Gibby's cousin. Rebecca was certainly shorter than Sabrina had been. In fact, she was more on the short side. She had curly blonde hair and had bright blue eyes. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a button down plaid shirt and had a small scowl on her face. Carly looked over at Sam, and then back at Rebecca.

Was it just her, or was it like she was looking at a set of clones?

"Hey," Rebecca said simply, nodding at Carly and Sam. She turned back to Freddie. "I thought you said we were going to hang out at your place. Or is your crazy mom there?"

"Oh, no, she-she's at work," Freddie said. "But I thought you could meet my friends Carly and Sam first."

"Hi," Carly said, finally getting over the shock of seeing Sam's look-alike standing in front of her. "I-I'm Carly. That's Sam."

"'Sup?" Sam said, not bothering to get up out of her beanbag chair.

"Cool," Rebecca said boredly. "Hey, you got a bathroom around here? I need to take a waz. I just drank a giant slushie before I got here."

"Oh, um, yeah," Carly nodded. "Right out that door and down the hall to your left."

"Got it," Rebecca said as she hurried out of the studio.

"She's really great, isn't she?" Freddie beamed once the door closed behind her.

"Um, sure," Carly said, walking over to Freddie. "But…don't you think she's a bit, well, familiar?"

"Familiar?" Freddie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, I can't be the only person who saw it!" Carly said, looking over at Sam. "Sam, tell him!"

"What? She seems okay," Sam shrugged. "I mean her senses can't all be in tact if she's dating Fredweirdo, but-"

"What? Sam! She's like a total-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Freddie said. "I think I know what you're talking about."

"Good," Carly said, sighing a breath of relief. "I thought you both were going crazy."

"Oh no, I saw it at first too," Freddie said.

"At first?" Carly frowned. "Freddie, I'm pretty sure this chick still looks exactly like-"

"Yeah, at first glance it does look like she has Gibby's nose," Freddie said. "And, I'm not gonna lie, that sort of freaked me out at first. But if you look closely you'll see it's not Gibby's nose at all!"

"Yes, it's not Gibby's nose," Carly nodded. "It's-"

"Hey, you have really cool soap in your bathroom," Rebecca said, coming back into the studio. "It's shaped like bacon."

"Whoa! You used my special bacon soap?" Sam exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "I ordered that with Spencer's credit card from that funky soaps website!"

"Well they lathered my hands real nice," Rebecca said, stepping closer to Sam. "So watcha gonna do about it, Blondie?"

"Oh my God…what's happening?" Freddie frowned. "Carly, I-I think I'm scared."

"Oh, you wanna know what I'm going to do?" Sam said, crossing her arms. "I'm going to-"

"Sam, be nice!" Carly hissed warningly. "You promised!"

"But she used my bacon soap!" Sam defended. "Spencer unknowingly spent good money on that stuff!"

"Um, Rebecca, maybe we should go," Freddie said. "Er, bye guys. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Later," Rebecca said, giving Sam one last smirk over her shoulder as she followed Freddie out of the studio.
"I can't believe her!" Sam exclaimed. "She touched my bacon soap! No one touches my bacon soap! I swear, when I get my hands on her-"

"You'll do nothing and be nice!" Carly said firmly. "Sam, you can't hurt her; Freddie really likes her."

"But she-"

"I know, I know, your bacon soap," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "But just try and forget about it. How about we focus on the fact that this Rebecca chick acts and looks exactly like-"

"I can't forget about my bacon soap, Carly!" Sam said. "Now I'm going to have to order more! Ugh, people can be so irritating sometimes!"

"Right…" Carly sighed. "Well, I guess I should go warn Spencer to hide his wallet then. Oh, and we should start working on our history project too. I'll bring up some snacks and then we can get started. What do you want?"

"Surprise me," Sam mumbled.

"Okay, back in a sec," Carly said.

As her best friend left the studio, Sam fell back into her beanbag chair and rested her chin on her knees.

She wasn't stupid; she had seen what Carly had. Freddie's new little girlfriend was exactly like her.

What happened to him wanting someone more 'normal'? Sam thought to herself. I mean, if he's attracted to Rebecca, then-then I guess it wasn't my personality that Freddie couldn't deal with in our relationship…it was just me.

…..

"Okay…what's going on?" Carly said, rolling her eyes as she came downstairs to find her brother angrily hitting a wooden box with a sledgehammer. "I was trying to do some homework, but it's kind of hard to do trig problems with this happening below you. Are you working on a sculpture or something?"

"No!" Spencer frowned. "I'm unleashing my rage!"

"Oh. Well could you do that quieter then?"

"Do you want to know why I'm unleashing my rage?" Spencer said, dropping his sledgehammer.

"No, not particularly," Carly said.

"Well I'll tell you why!"

"I figured you would…"

"You know that new museum that opened up in Olympia?" Spencer said. "The one for new artists to display their work to the public?"

"Oh yeah, that place seems perfect for you!" Carly nodded. "Did you submit some of your sculptures to be displayed?"

"Yes! And they were all denied admission!" Spencer exclaimed. "All five of them!"

"Aw, Spence, I'm sorry," Carly said, giving her brother a hug.

"Thanks," Spencer sighed. "Anyway, what are you up to today, kiddo?"

"Nothing much, we're just gonna film so iCarly stuff," Carly replied. "Sam and Freddie are on their way now. Or, Freddie is. Sam may or may not still be asleep. But I'm gonna try and go get a few more problems done for my math homework. Can you send them up when they get here?"

"Yeah, no problem," Spencer said. "I'm just gonna go run and grab my good sledgehammer from under my bed."
"How is it your 'good' sledgehammer?" Carly asked.
"It hits better!"

"Ah," Carly chuckled. "Well have fun hitting you box."

"I will!"

As Carly disappeared upstairs and Spencer ran into his room, Freddie entered the apartment with none other than Rebecca behind him.

"I can't believe you've never seen an episode of iCarly," Freddie said. "You'll love it, Rebecca!"

"Don't tell me what I'll love," Rebecca said. "Hey, ham!"

She hurried over to the counter where a large ham was sitting.

"Um, I think that's Sam's ham," Freddie frowned. "See, the other day Sam helped Spencer with one of his sculptures, so he said he'd buy her a ham to make up for it and-"

"Eh, she'll get over it," Rebecca shrugged, helping herself to the meat.

"Rebecca, I really don't think that's a good idea," Freddie said. "Sam can be pretty possessive of her ham."

"What? You don't think I could take her in a fight?"

"Well I didn't say-"

"Whoa, this is such good ham!" Rebecca said. "I think it's honey glazed."

"I-I-I'm gonna run upstairs," Freddie said, not wanting to be around if Sam came in to find her ham being devoured. "Come on up when you're done eating."

"We'll see," Rebecca said, turning back to her ham.

"Okay, got my sledgehammer!" Spencer said brightly as Freddie went up to the studio. "Now I can really let this box have it!"

He looked over to the counter, where Rebecca's back was facing him as she continued to eat Sam's ham.

"Hey, Sam, Carly said for you to go up to the studio," Spencer said. "Oh, and does your mom have anymore of that special ointment? Because I'm getting this rash that-Holy snot, you're not Sam!"

Rebecca had turned around to face Spencer, her mouth full of ham.

"Who-Who are you?" Spencer frowned.

"Rebecca," Rebecca replied.

"Oh, right…Freddie's girlfriend," Spencer nodded. "Sorry, it's just that you look a lot like-"

"I smell ham!" Sam said suddenly, bursting into the room, her giant fork drawn. "Where is it? Where's my-"

She grew silent as she saw Rebecca standing over the precious meat, halfway through it.

"What are you doing?" Sam demanded, storming over. "That's my ham!"

"Yeah, and it's pretty good," Rebecca replied, licking her fingers.

"You are my ham?" Sam said, her voice dangerously quiet. "You ate my ham? YOU ATE MY HAM?"

"Maybe I should take this out of the room," Spencer said, quickly grabbing his sledgehammer and racing off towards his room.

"I didn't see your name on it," Rebecca replied coolly. "Besides, no one stands in the way of my ham."

"Your ham? What the-Who do you-Alright!" Sam snapped, stepping towards the other blonde. "What gives you the right to think you can just barge into other people's houses and eat their hams!"
"But this isn't your house or your ham," Rebecca pointed out.

"That's it!" Sam yelled, making a grab for the girl.

"Sam! No!" Freddie said, rushing downstairs with Carly.

"Sam, don't hit her!" Carly exclaimed.

"But she ate my ham!"

"She ate your ham?" Carly frowned as Freddie went over to Rebecca.

"But look, there's till half left," Freddie reasoned.

"Not when I get done with it there won't be," Rebecca said. "Hey, there any barbecue sauce around here? I'll check the fridge."

"Sure girl I've known for one day, rummage through the fridge," Carly mumbled under her breath. She grabbed Freddie's armed and pulled him out of the kitchen. "Freddie! Why'd you let your girlfriend eat Sam's ham?"

"I didn't let her!" Freddie defended. "I told her to stop! But, well…she's a little stubborn."

"Look, Freddie, I get that you like this girl and everything, but-but-come on!" Carly said, exasperated. "She's loud, she's pushy, she eats other people's hams…don't you see what you're doing? I think you're trying to make up for something you don't have anymore with Rebecca."

"Make up for something? What do you mean?" Freddie frowned.

"I mean look at her!" Carly hissed, spinning him around to stare at Rebecca and Sam, who were glaring at each other over the ham. With the two of them standing so close, it was real easy to see how similar the girls look.

"What about her?" Freddie asked.

"I mean…ugh! Freddie! How can you be so clueless?"

"I think you've gone a little loopy, Carls," Freddie said. He walked back over to Rebecca. "Hey, um, Rebecca? Why don't I take you across the street to the deli to get you your own ham?"

"Cool," Rebecca grinned, stepping away from the half-eaten ham. She turned to Sam. "There, you can have the rest now."

"Sam put that fork down!" Carly said quickly as Sam made to grab her giant fork. She waited until Freddie and Rebecca had left the apartment to let go of her hand. "Okay, Sam, I realize-"

"I hate that chick!" Sam yelled, looking down at the remains of her ham. "I hate her! What kind of person just eats other people's food?"

"Yes…what kind of person?" Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Look, I don't like this girl too much either. But please, for Freddie, just try and be civil around her. I know it must be hard for you, especially when she seems so similar to-"

"It's not hard for me! I'll be civil! I don't care about her and Freddie!" Sam exclaimed.

"I never said you-"

"I don't care if Freddie buys her all the ham in the world or if he marries her or if they have a bunch of stupid little kids!" Sam continued. "I only care that she ate my ham! That's it!"

"Okay, but-"

"I going to take a bath and eat my ham in peace," Sam mumbled, grabbing the plate and heading upstairs.

"Sam, wait, I didn't mean-You eat ham in the bath?" Carly frowned.

"Hey, is it safe to come out now?" Spencer asked, poking his head into the living room as Sam stormed up the stairs.

"Yeah, for now," Carly sighed. "Did you meet Freddie's new girlfriend?"

"You mean Sam's clone?" Spencer said.

"Thank you!" Carly said. "I've tried pointing that out to Freddie but I think he's in denial. And poor Sam…I think this is hitting her harder than she thought it would. And, well, it doesn't help that Freddie is dating someone exactly like her who ate her ham."

"You think she'll be okay?" Spencer asked.

"I hope so," Carly said. "I guess it depends on how long this Rebecca girl sticks around. Hopefully Freddie will open his eyes soon."

…..

Sam stood at the counter of the Groovy Smoothie impatiently the next day, waiting for her smoothies.

She was still fuming about the events that had happened the previous day.

I can't believe Freddie just let that stupid chick eat my ham…and then went to buy her more ham! When we were dating it was like pulling teeth getting him to buy me the stuff!

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Sam turned around to see Freddie himself standing behind her.

"Oh…it's you," Sam said. "Carly and I are helping Spencer out with a sculpture and we got thirsty, so he gave me money to make a smoothie run. What are you doing here?"

But before he could answer, Sam caught sight of Rebecca sitting at a nearby table.

"Oh, I guess you're out on a little date."

"Um, yeah," Freddie said. "I had spent all morning making us a nice lunch at my place, but, well, Rebecca wanted a smoothie so…here we are."

"Well she sounds delightful," Sam said, her voice dripping in sarcasm just as Rebecca came over.

"Hey, Freddie?" she said. "I'm really thirsty. And hungry. Could you buy me two of those love smoothies and a large fries?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. Wow, so he couldn't even buy me one of those things, and he buys this freak two?

"Um, well, Rebecca," Freddie said, chuckling nervously. "See, those-those love smoothies are thirty-six bucks. If I get two of those and the fries, I'm spending almost eighty dollars."

Rebecca frowned. "What? So you don't think I'm worth it?"

"No!" Freddie said quickly. "I-I do. It's just I only brought enough money for one smoothie, and-"

"God, what kind of boyfriend can't even shell out a few extra bucks to buy his girlfriend the smoothies she wants?" Rebecca snapped.

Sam raised an eyebrow. Wow…this girl is making me look like a saint. And that's saying something!

"Rebecca, please, it's not that I-"

"You know, you're a pretty lousy boyfriend if you can't even take care of my smoothie needs!"

"Hey!" Sam said, unable to stop herself as she stepped closer to Rebecca. "You better watch who you call a lousy boyfriend!"

"Um, Sam-" Freddie started.

"Zip it, Fredwad!" Sam snapped. She turned back to Rebecca. "What is your deal?"

"My deal?" Rebecca scoffed.

"You can't just expect Freddie to drop eighty bucks on you for a snack!" Sam exclaimed. "He bought you a ham yesterday after you devoured mine!"

"If he's my boyfriend, then he has to buy me what I want," Rebecca said, crossing his arms.

"No he doesn't!" Sam said loudly. "You know, Freddie's a good boyfriend! Sure, he might be stingy sometimes, but he's nice and romantic and fun! I bet you don't even care that he probably already bought you flowers or that he always holds doors open for you or that if you even mention being cold, he'll give you his jacket in a second!"

"Please, like that's what any girl wants in a boyfriend," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. "You know, if that's all this loser can offer, maybe I should just break up with him."

"Um, what now?" Freddie said.

"Well you know what? He breaks up with you first!" Sam retorted. "So there!"

"I-I do?" Freddie frowned.

"Well good! I was getting sick of the dorkiness anyway!" Rebecca snapped.

"Oh you don't even deserve his dorkiness!" Sam yelled.

"Whatever," Rebecca said, narrowing her eyes. "I'm out of here! I'll find some new guy who would gladly buy me all the gigantic smoothies I want!"

And with that she spun on her heel and stormed out of the Groovy Smoothie.

"Um, did I just break up with her?" Freddie asked, confused.

"Sorry," Sam sighed, calming down a bit now that Rebecca was gone. "I guess…I guess I just blew it for you with her."
"Hey, actually…I think you did me a favor," Freddie said. "Rebecca was getting to be a little…a little much."

"A little?" Sam scoffed. "Dude, why did you even go out with her? She made me look like an angel!"

"I dunno, I guess I thought there was something about her…" Freddie shrugged. "But the more we hung out, the more I realized that thing I thought she had was just in my head."

"What did you think she had?" Sam asked.

Freddie shook his head. "I'm not really sure. There was just something missing. Anyway, you think Spencer could use and extra set of hands working on his sculpture?"

"Um, sure, probably," Sam nodded. "You wanna come help?"

"Yeah," Freddie smiled. "But first…I did sort of budget thirty-six dollars out of my savings to buy one love smoothie. I mean, what's the harm in getting one?"

"You're gonna drink that entire thing by yourself?" Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"No," Freddie said simply. "You're going to share it with me. I mean, we never did get to finish that one we started last year, right? And I'd rather share it with someone who I can actually tolerate instead of that Rebecca chick."

Sam smiled. "Okay. Come on, let's grab some seats."

Freddie and Sam headed to a nearby table.

"So," Freddie said. "You really think I was a good boyfriend?"

"Oh shut it, Freddinger!"