Author's Note- Hello everybody! How are you all doing today? I would like to explain a couple of things that I most likely didn't make clear. Chapter 6 makes no sense and I'm so sorry if your confused but trust me it is very important later in the story. Secondly it is two weeks after their first date, by that i mean chapter 7 was. Also I just wanted to say that the story is not made up as I go along. I already have the last chapter planned out. Believe me though the last chapter is a long way away. So um enjoy chapter 8 of Black White and Gray.

Disclaimer- Do you have any idea how depressing it is not to be Dan Schnieder? Well let me tell you it isn't fun. So nothing changes, I do not own iCarly (but I do own my story so that is why you are all here).

She sat on the front porch of her home, if you could ever call Sam Puckett's gigantic house a home. A home is a place where you can be yourself and never be afraid anyone will judge you. You can walk around in your underwear and sing The Beatles and no one cares. So no, Sam's house wasn't her home. The only place she could really loosen up and be herself was at Carly's house. So it made no sense to her now that she wasn't there getting ready.

After three weeks of dating Freddie he was finally ready to tell his mom that the girl he was spending time with was Sam. Sam had never really spent a lot of time being nice to Mrs. Benson because before they were dating she was the crazy mom of the dork. Now she was having a fit about if she would like her or not. Mrs. Benson didn't exactly like anyone who could put her son in potential danger and well Sam is another word for danger.

So Sam sat on her front porch trying to work out all of her issues before heading to Freddie's place. It wasn't easy though, all she could think about was how much Mrs. Benson would hate her. She would ban her from ever seeing Freddie again and Sam did not want that to happen.

Sam's thoughts were interrupted by...

"I'm awake and I've been losing sleep.
I've been fighting all my demons,
I've been getting weak cause I've been
Trying, trying, trying to be
Anything other than me..."

Charlotte Sometimes' song Losing Sleep rang out from Sam's cell phone. She looked at the caller ID and saw Carly was calling her.

"Hey Carly, what's up?"

"Nothing much I was just wondering if you were ready for tonight? You know, Freddie's mom."

"No really Carly, that's tonight? I really hadn't noticed."

"Okay, so I'm guessing your freaking out?"

"Just a bit. I mean come on it took Freddie forever to just like me as a friend. Mrs. Benson barely knows about me besides the fact I inflicted physical pain on her son. That isn't really a comforting feeling. I mean come on, what am I supposed to say? 'Hi Mrs. Benson! I know in the past I hated your son and put him through some of the worst physical pain in history. But now I really like him and we are gonna date. I hope he doesn't end up in detention.' That is perfect."

"Come on Sam, you know your amazing you just are a little, um... rough, yea, around the edges."

"Ha ha. Anyway does Mrs. Benson still want you to love her son or is she over that dream?"

"Sam listen the only important thing is that Freddie wants to be with you. It really doesn't matter what she thinks of me and well, yea she still wants me to marry him."

Sam's face fell ten stories down. She hadn't realised that Mrs. Benson really wanted Carly to be with Freddie still. She thought that Mrs. Benson had gotten over that dream so Sam asked Carly in an attempt to make herself feel better about the whole situation.

"Great. Just freakin' great. Carly I was joking, I didn't know that Mrs. Benson still wanted Freddie with you. My life is just a pasture of freakin' sunflowers! Listen Carly I gotta go. I'll be over soon. Maybe face to face you can help."

"Alright bye Sam. Don't do anything stupid for the five minutes I don't see you."

"Okay, mom. Listen I'll see you soon but no guarantee that I will not do something stupid. Bye Carls."

Sam hung up the phone looking out at her front yard. It was perfect like every other house on her street. The grass was cut not to much but not to little it was perfect. Every house on her rich street was the same color, brown, but it still was perfect. Every car on this street was a dream car to every ordinary person it was in one word, well if you can't guess it by now you have a mental defect. So if her entire life was meant to be so perfect wahy wasn't she? That was Sam's only question to herself.

She wanted to know if she could have a healthy relationship with Freddie or if her screwed up personality would hurt the chances. Of course Sam only thought these things. Freddie thought she was amazing as did everyone who cared for her and the boy down the street watching her thought so too.

Jonah sat on a bench on the other end of Sam's street watching her think hard. He watched her every move so carefully he could tell you how she bit on her bottom lip when she was nervous. Or how she played with the bottom of shirt when she was on the phone. Or even how she was oblivous to the fact that he followed her everywhere.

Author's Note- Okay so now the story really starts to pick up. I'm so excited for you guys to see what happens. If you want to find out sooner than review cuz I always love reviews!