Alright, this one was written by me! :)
Carly nervously watched Freddie as he left the studio. The devilish look in his and Sam's faces had spooked her. She could just smell one of their famous bets being cooked. She hated it when they made bets; after it was over one would be sullen and the other smug. She really didn't like it when that happened.
She set her iced tea down on Freddie's tech cart and marched over to Sam as she sat on a beanbag, the evil wheels whirring in her brain. Placing her hands upon her hips, Carly said "Okay, what is it this time?" Sam looked up at her with a smirk and stood, holding Freddie's laptop.
"A viewer sent Fredbag and me a challenge," she explained, "We couldn't pass that up, could we?"
"Let me see the e-mail." Carly said, grabbing the laptop from her friend. Sam pointed to one of the many fanmail letters, and Carly clicked it. She scrolled through as she read it and then turned to Sam angrily.
"How could you accept this?" she asked, "It doesn't even say the challenge!"
"Freddie replied to her, and she'll e-mail us the requirements after." Sam said. Carly shook her head in disbelief. How could Sam say yes to a challenge when she didn't even know what it was? Of course, Sam didn't have a lot of common sense. But Freddie did; and he had agreed also.
Speaking of the boy, he appeared again in the studio with a juice pouch, sipping the apple juice from it. Carly rounded on him, glaring knives. He gulped at the ferocity in her gaze; when Carly got mad, her wrath was terrible.
"Freddie, why'd you accept that challenge without knowing what it was? !" she yelled. He merely smiled.
"Because, the last time Sam and I had a bet, she squirted water down my pants!" he said, "I'm ready for payback."
"Good luck, geek." Sam said, stepping near him, "You're going to need it." Freddie scowled at the blonde and she returned the expression with a smirk. Carly sighed at her friends; the challenge could've been to jump in a shark tank and they would've still done it just to get back at the other. Their rivalry was very exhausting for Carly, the referee.
She set the laptop back on Freddie's tech cart and refreshed the page. A new e-mail had appeared from the same address as the challenger. She beckoned her friends over, telling them of the reply.
"Prepare to be humiliated, Benson." Sam said, walking next to Carly.
"After you, Puckett." Freddie responded, going to stand at Carly's other side. With a sigh Carly clicked open the e-mail.
Awesome! I knew you'd accept. The challenge is this: I challenge you two to pretend you are married.
Freddie gagged on his juice and Sam yelled "What? !" Carly couldn't suppress her giggles; they had accepted the challenge, and now they had to be married. It was too, too funny. They continued reading.
It must last a full week. No backing out. You must follow the rules. If either of you do not, you'll be forced to face the consequence, which is this: if you lose and/or back out, you must, live on iCarly, get dosed with a bucket of paint by the other. And you must wear your most precious clothing too.
"Oh, Mom will kill me if I get my church pants dirty!" Freddie cried, rubbing his temple. Sam rolled her eyes at him, and Carly snickered again.
Okay, the rules are the following: on the first day, you must be a couple. On day two, Freddie, you will propose to Sam and Sam, you have to say yes. On day three, you will have the wedding with a large crowd. Day four you will move in together—
"I have to live with him? !" Sam shouted, "Are you freaking kidding? !"
"Shush!" Carly said, scrolling to the rest of the message.
Day five Sam will experience a fake pregnancy. Day six you will raise a fake baby. Day seven you will have a visit from your "child"—all grown up—and his or her family. If you both make it through, I will give you each a hundred bucks (my father is a millionaire, by the way). If one of you loses, you know what happens. If you both lose, Carly will be the one who dumps paint on you. She will also judge; if one of you steps out of line, she'll know and tell me the loser. No cheating or favorites, Carly! Also, I will give you the supplies you need should you need any.—Andrea
The message ended there. Sam and Freddie's jaws were at the floor and Carly's mouth was filled with laughter. She exited out of the page and turned to face her best friends.
"Well, this will be a very fun week, eh?" she giggled. Sam's eyes received a dangerous glint and she glared at Freddie with the ferociousness of a tiger. He gulped and backed away slowly, afraid more of Sam's wrath than Carly's.
"How could you say yes to that? !" she shouted, grabbing the collar of his shirt and shaking him, "How could you say yes to us being fake husband and wife? !" Freddie screamed as Sam shook him and Carly had to step in and yank him away before Sam could do any damage.
"You both agreed." she said, "And you can't back out, or you'll get paint on you." Sam looked at Carly with anger.
"You wouldn't." she growled.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Carly said, smirking. Sam shifted her glare back onto Freddie, who went behind Carly in fear.
"Fine." Sam said, "Whatever." She pushed past her two friends and stomped angrily out of the studio. Freddie turned to Carly after she left, looking scared.
"You're not seriously making us do this, are you?" he asked. Carly gave him a smirk Sam would've been proud of.
"And deprive you of payback?" she asked innocently, placing a hand upon her heart, "Wouldn't dream of it." With a laugh she left. They wanted this challenge so badly, okay, she thought with joy, they got it.