Chapter 6 – Sam's Advice
Freddie was sitting at his computer desk, trying to adjust the lens on the iCarly webcam when he heard a loud banging on his front door. As he went to open itm the banging got so intense the pictures on the wall began to shake.
He opened the door only to have Sam barge in and yell, "Go get your tux on you big nub!"
"Sam, what are you doing here?" he asked, with a little bit of fear in his voice.
"I should ask the same of you. Shouldn't you be in Tacoma?" Sam asked sternly.
"I was….see, and I…are you going to hit me?" Freddie asked as he cowered away.
"I haven't decided yet. Why did you tell Carly you were going to Tacoma instead of going to prom?" she demanded.
"I…I wanted to go. Alright? You want the truth? Fine. I didn't want to go with anyone else but Carly. You happy? I'd rather not go than see her hanging off the arm of God's gift to football. Carly's right. It is something you'll always remember. But I don't want to remember it, so I decided I wouldn't go. So, can you just let me be? Let Carly have fun with Ryan and just leave me alone, okay." Freddie finished.
"Well I would, except Carly's not having much fun. She's upset because she keeps thinking about you. She knows you're not in Tacoma." Sam explained what Spencer had told them. "I don't know what to tell you, Fredward. You can either sit here like a loser. Or, you can get off your butt, put on your tux, and get to the prom before I beat you with these stupid heals."