Sam's POV

I stabbed the can of soup furiously with a knife I found in Carly's silverware drawer. I always had soup when I was really mad—like when I found out LeAnn Carter would win Seattle's beauty pageant, though she didn't. I couldn't believe I had agreed to that challenge! Why couldn't I have common sense like Carly so I wouldn't be stuck as Fredweird's wife? Life sucks.

Carly came downstairs as I got a hole in the can. She was in a fit of giggles, not even trying to be composed. I was tempted to stab something else as her laughter invaded my ears…but no, I wasn't that mean. Yet.

"Oh, shut up, Carls." I spat, sticking a blue straw in the soup can.

"Why should I?" she asked as I sipped my soup, "You got yourselves into this mess, not me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatevs." I replied. She really had to rub it in? Of course she did.

Freddork—my husband-to-be—slowly came into view from the steps, anxiously looking my way in case I'd pounce. When I didn't he entered the living room but kept a good distance. Smart boy. I plopped onto the couch and drank the rest of my soup. He came over steadily, trying not to set me off, and carefully sat beside me—too close, might I add. I snarled at him like an animal and he scooted away to the end. Carly laughed again and we turned our eyes onto her.

"Man, am I going to love this week!" she giggled, "Who needs TV anymore?"

"Please, Carly," Freddie begged, "this is no laughing matter. Not when I'm married to this demon." I turned my head to gaze icily at him and he gulped while moving even farther away.

"Oh, like you're a bed of roses." I said, "This isn't any fun for me either, Dipthong." He scowled at me heavily and I gave a scowl back.

"Guys, stop it." Carly said, "You're in love, remember?" After that she gave a huge laugh, almost falling over as she clutched her stomach. I couldn't take it anymore; I flung the soup at her. She dodged it and it crashed into the counter, exploding and spilling soup juice all over the floor. She glared at me and I smirked at finally getting rid of her giggles.

"You really had to do that?" she asked. I nodded.

"Yup," I said, "I really did." I heard Fredlumps sigh with irritation.

"I'm marrying that." he said, staring at me, "Oh, someone kill me."

"Like I don't want to." I snarled. He glared at me. This was going to be a long week.

'~**~'

The next day for school I arrived at Carly's apartment at 7:00 like always. Inside with his backpack slung over his shoulder was Freducation, waiting for Carly too. I took him in: his hair was set in place like always and his green polo oddly made his eyes pop. He looked kind of cute. I shook this thought away in haste. Ew, he's Freddie! I thought, He can't be cute! But after thinking this, the horrible event of the day didn't seem so bad.

It was Monday and the first day of the challenge. Freddie and I would have to pretend to be dating all day, the first of horrid events to come. Acting like a couple wasn't so bad I guess; the following days were going to be the worst, after married life.

He grinned at me; the grin was a mixture of arrogance and discomfort. He walked up to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He got close—too close. We were practically joined at the hip, he was that close. And I'm not an affectionate person so it was very uncomfortable.

"Good morning, babe," he whispered in my ear. His breath tickled my neck and I shivered.

"What the chiz?" I hissed. He laughed like he'd won something big.

"Now, now, Sam," he said, "We're a couple today. Unless you want to back out of the bet right now, and get dumped with paint…" Ah, so that was his game? Getting all flirty so I get disgusted and push him away? Well, Sam Puckett was not about to lose to a nub, even if I wanted very badly not to go through with the particular bet. He was the one getting paint all over his prized church pants, not me.

"And stay away from you?" I said in a flirtatious tone, placing my hand to the one connected to the arm around me, "Why would I want that?" He appeared a little scared of me but caught on quickly, and gave me a stunning smile. Wait, no it wasn't stunning! It wasn't even cute! No…

"Glad you feel that way," he whispered, "because I'm not leaving your side all day."

"Can't wait." I said through gritted teeth. The idea of him being so close to me all day sickened me. And the fact it'd last a week didn't help.

Footsteps came from the stairs and we heard a "Whoa!" We turned our heads to see Carly with a disbelieving face staring at us. She slowly descended the steps, looking embarrassed too.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Nope," I said, "I'm just following my part of the bet."

"Me too." Freddie said, "Wouldn't be anywhere without my Sammy." He gave me a cute grin and wrinkled his nose like a bunny…ugh, what's wrong with me? ! It's not like I'm crushing on the nerd; I'm purely faking it.

"Aw, so cute!" Carly exclaimed, going to the counter. Hey, what is she doing? I thought, craning my neck to see. I soon saw a camcorder in Carly's hand, aimed at us. Oh no.

"You're not going to record this, are you? !" I yelled. Freddie's grin turned haughty again.

"'Course I am!" Carly said happily, "That Andrea girl wants videos on iCarly . com. And you're so cute together!" I sighed but put on my best fake smile. I turned my head to face Freddie's, which was still too close for comfort. But I endured it best I could.

"C'mon, or we'll be late to school." he said, moving his head away from mine to my relief. Carly nodded, still recording us, and we left, Freddie still holding me very close.

I know this still is a cliffhanger but I'm playing with you! Trust me, there'll be more soon.