Author's Note: Not many reviews or anything last time, but that's okay, since it's only chapter one! Soon to be two chapters! Yay! Thanks to Geekquality who reviewed though! And I agree, Harry Potter is amazing, and I thought the epilogue was the best, seeing Rose and Scorpius. And Albus too! I'm rambling, sorry! Onward!

Word: Assignment

Takes place before Sam and Freddie start dating. iOMG has never happened… Like a poof, it is gone!

Disclaimer: I DISCLAIM!

~~Freddie's POV~~

"Okay, so the square root of pi, divided by a multiple of three-" I began, trying to explain logical equations to Carly, who was just staring at her homework with a blank look, before I was so rudely interrupted by a certain blonde-haired demon.

"UHHHHHHHGGGGG!"

"Anyway, then after you find the multiple of three, you just have to move the decimal over to-"

"!"

I widened my eyes in a bit of frustration, but kept my cool by ignoring her and clenching my teeth, focusing on math, only math. Keeping my promise to Carly, I glanced at the question again.

"Now it's really not that hard once you-"

"!"

I was literally about to break, each groan pushing me farther and farther toward the edge, but it turns out Carly was the one who fell over.

"Sam? Do you need some bacon or something?" Carly snapped, being the moody person she is. Currently, Carly has been slipping up in some subjects of math, and came running to me, knowing that I was fully excellent at math. Sam always came to our study sessions as well, claiming she had nowhere else to go and it was a perfect excuse to bug the heck out of me.

"Not really, it's just that math is soooooooooo boring! I really hate having to listen to you both talk about it all the time. I get enough of that at school!" Sam complained, rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but that's what I really need help in! Ms. Levinson gave me a B+ on our last quiz! I can't deal with the whole plasma screen TV again!" Carly reminded her.

"Well aren't there any other homework things you have to do that are more entertaining?"

"None that I can think of at the moment, besides the turkey sandwich I have to make for foods class," Carly said sarcastically, while I just kept staring at the math problem. Unlike Carly, I don't stop until I've worked something out. I mean, she does that too, but mainly with relationships, her favorite being Sam and I. Sometimes I think there is something wrong with that girl. Sam and I? We're like French Fries and milkshakes. Two totally different things! One's salty and one's sweet, and the two conflicting flavors would be horrible together.

"There really is? Because I would be more than willing to help, Sam offered, rising from her usual spot on the couch.

"No! The only other assignment I have is for drama club, where we're doing this play called Sixteen: A Coming of Age."

"That's better than math! Work on that!"

"No!" Carly whined. "I really don't like reading lines; I'd rather watch someone else do it!"

"Sometimes, Shay, I think you're just as lazy as I am," Sam walked over and patted Carly's back while saying "Mama's so proud of you!"

Carly rolled her eyes, yet still smiled at her strange best friend, as she glanced down at her shoes, trying to find an answer to both of their problems. I turned my focus away from the math and towards the two girls, one who was now eating a cold slice of ham, and one who looked up with a huge smile on her face, obviously coming up with an idea. Oh no.

"Sam! Sam, Sam, Sam!" she yelled, skipping happily over to Sam. "I know how to make me an actress and you unbored!"

"You gonna take me to the Groovie Smoothie?"

"Wha-no. How could I become an actress there?" Carly turned her head around the room, looking confused.

"T-Bo could-" Sam began, but Carly interrupted, saying "I get it."

"Anyways, you and Freddie could do the scene that me and Nate are supposed to do!" she squealed, bubbly jumping up and down.

A play? And she wants Sam and I to rehearse it together? No freaking way. By the time I end my first line, my arm will be ripped off my body and stuffed down my throat thanks to a vicious Sam.

"What? Why?" I immediately ask, before realizing that Sam had the same intentions as I did-again - and said the exact same thing at the exact same time. Of course.

Sam quickly responded to the irony of the situation by punching me in the gut without even looking at me before resuming her glare onto Carly.

"Has that sweet, girly little brain of yours had too much Peppy Cola?" Sam demanded, leaving me still clutching my stomach, small spots dancing in front of my eyes.

"No! I mean, yes, but I have the right idea!" Carly insisted. "Look, all you guys will have to do is say a few lines, but that's it!" Quickly, she turned towards me. "Please, for me?"

"Absolutely not!" I groaned, still feeling a slight bit of pain from Sam's pack of a punch.

Right after me, she turned to Sam, thinking of a different approach. There was no way she was going to convince Sam to do this stupid little run through. I stood up straight now, ignoring the pain and smirking knowing the battle has already been won by the strongest person here.

"Please, I'll buy you a huge pound of ham, four smoothies, two milkshakes, and a tub of French Fries!" Carly pleaded.

"Done." Sam answered without a second of hesitation. I stared open-mouthed at her, shocked that she would give in so easily, but she just shrugged her shoulders and said "What's a few lines? All I'm doing is talking."

Carly agreed with her, grinning widely, but I saw just a tiny bit of fear in her eyes and it snapped in my brain that this slightly less devious matchmaker had something big planned. I bit my lip, turning towards Sam, about to speak when she cut me off.

"Look you can read a few lines right? Think of the ham Fredhead! The ham!"

"Sorry, but ham isn't my daily breakfast, lunch, and dinner!" I quickly switched my tone to a whisper. "And it's not that. I think Carly has a plan in her mind, just look at her."

Sam switched her gaze over to Carly, who was digging through her backpack searching for an extra script, a small smile plastered upon her face, but the fear in her eyes that I swore I saw earlier was replaced with pure innocence.

"Freddork, since you're taking after your crazy, overprotective mother, I'll just keep an eye out. Besides, what's the worst Carly could do?"

Carly, finding the extra script, leaped up and handed it to me, ready to watch her live performance. I took it warily, sure something out of the blue was going to happen any minute. Carly has been known to try and think of relationship ideas, such as for herself and Gibby, Wendy and Benjamin, Jonah and Valerie. What's even scarier is that they work.

"Places, everyone!" Carly yelled out, as if she were a real director.

"Cut the directing chiz, Carly, it's not like the script's going to catch on fire in three seconds," Sam mumbled while glancing at her script, leaving me to snicker at her comment. Luckily for my limbs, it went unnoticed.

"Okay start from page 12 please!" Carly chirped.

"Wait," I paused, leaving Carly to groan and roll her eyes. "What happens before? Any background?"

"Well the girl, Layla, just escaped from her stalker who was practically trying to murder her, and she sees her forbidden boyfriend, standing there watching her. That would be you. Any more questions?"

"Yeah, I mean-" Sam and I both began saying, but Carly pulled out a bullhorn and shouted "ACTION!"

I rolled my eyes before getting into character, shaking around and blowing out a puff of air. Sam was just standing there, watching me do my strange rituals. No doubt the insults she was forming in her mind.

"Are you okay?" I read my line, stepping closer to Sam.

Sam looked back down at her script, then pulled a sour face. "Carly? Who says 'Are you okay?' after he has fully well known that she was just about to get murdered? It's such a stupid question!"

"Just read the dang script," Carly gestured back towards the packet of paper.

"Fine…I don't know," Sam replied as her character, looking worried.

According to the script, I had to move closer and brush a piece of hair out of her eyes, which I hesitantly followed suit to. "Where is he?"

"Who?"

"The guy who was following you! I'm gonna beat the stuffing out of him." Cheesiest lines ever.

"No don't, Evan. He'll kill you, like he almost did with me."

"I'd rather die protecting you than let you be in the grasps of that murderer." I told her, grabbing her shoulders as the script instructs. This play is called Sixteen? It should be called: Corn and Cheese(y): The Lines of a Lifetime.

"Thank you," Sam-Layla-whispered. "Thank you for being here with me." She looked down as her character, not meeting my eyes.

"Layla? Do you trust me?" 'Layla' kept silent, staring down at her shoes. "I need you to know that I'm here for you, that you can be here with me and not need to worry."

"What if I can't trust anyone right now? What if I can't even trust myself?"

"Listen to me," I began, lifting her chin up. "There are people in this world who are good. There are people who are bad. You will be able to tell the difference eventually. Enjoy what you have now. Me."

Sam looked back down at the script in her hands, and her expression turned horrified. She pulled away from my grip, and turned to Carly.

"What do you mean we have to kiss?" Sam seethed, glaring at Carly with daggers.

"WHAT?" I yelled, jutting into the conversation.

"Oh well, if that's what the script says!" Carly perked happily, pretending to be oblivious to our unbelieving stares.

"There is no way I am kissing this nub!" Sam defied, turning her back towards me.

"Yeah, and I'm not kissing this she-devil!" I retorted.

"Well, if you guys really want to go back to math homework…" Carly threatened, but we still held our ground. "Fine. Tell you what. You guys kiss, and I won't do my math homework out loud for the rest of the night. Freddie, you don't even have to help me. Plus, we can all go to that Armenian pastry shop down the street!"

I don't know about this. Sure, it was kind of tempting, to taste the flavor of Sam again after the fire escape, but I wasn't risking breaking down our act. I turned Sam around, raising my eyebrow before whispering only to her, "Let's just get it over with. Carly will stop nagging us for a month."

She questioned me with her eyes. "You sure about this?"

"I don't want to hear a perky, bubbly little voice screaming 'SEDDIE' over the phone for a while, do you?"

"No, that's so seriously annoying; I would rather hit myself with a hammer than listen to her rant about Seddie. Alright, follow the script."

Glancing down at the script, I cupped Sam's soft, smooth face, and pulled it closer to me, our hot breath becoming more noticeable every second we inched closer to each other. I paused staring down at what seemed to be a vulnerable Sam, even though I knew it was just acting. Heart beating fast, thanks to stupid hormones; I closed the space between us.

I can't say I went through any huge changes where my feeling for Sam totally changed, but I can say she is a phenomenal kisser. She ran her fingers through my hair, mussing it all up, while I moved my arms from her face to her waist, pulling her as close to me as she could get. This part was not scripted, but suddenly her swift tongue traced my lower lip, begging for entrance. I quickly obliged, having our own silent little battle between the two forces. Overpowering her, I realized that this would look to Carly like more than acting, which it wasn't, so I slowly pulled away, leaving Sam stunned.

Bending over, I looked at the script again, and sighed of great relief. According to the script, that was exactly what we were supposed to be doing. Carly would never know. And as I looked up at Carly, arms still around Sam, asking her with my eyes "Good enough?" She slowly nodded, a grin growing wide on her face.

Carly stood up and began clapping. "That was amazing you guys! You could really work in a movie or something! I'm gonna go take a quick shower before we go to the Armenian bakery. Be right back!"

Sam cleared her throat, and I realized that I was still hugged her close to me. I immediately let go, scratching the back of my head, and trying to fill the awkward silence with "Uhh, well."

Luckily for me, Sam broke it. "That was…interesting. No feelings there right?"

"Nope," I responded quickly. "None whatsoever."

"Good, Fredweird. I completely agree." Sam nodded, glancing anywhere else but me. "Nice acting, Freddison." She smirked, leaving me somewhat happily surprised.

"You too, 'Layla,'" I responded, bringing my own comeback. Finally.

"Touché, Fredward." Sam glared. "Touché."

"So… is there anything to… talk about?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, furrowing her eyebrows together.

"I mean, is there anything to talk about?"

"No! Absolutely not. It was strictly professional." A silence passed between us. "But maybe we should help Carly out some more with the play next week."

I smirked, knowing fully well that we would.

Author's Note: I hope that was an okay ending. I put two references in here to a few things: one is a musical called 13, and the other is towards a popular TV show on ABC Family. Can anyone guess what it is? Sorry I didn't write yesterday, I fell asleep on my laptop. I now figure I'll write every other day at the latest. Review please! And for my daily dose of randomness, chew a 'shroom! As in mushroom! Bye!