Hate to admit this, BUT I do not own iCarly… Or HSM… Or Wicked… Or a Pomeranian… Just thought I'd throw that last part in =)

Now, ONWARD AND UPWARD TO THE STORY!

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Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you- "Hello?" Sam yawned. The call woke her up.

"Hey," greeted a smooth voice on the other line.

Sam's eyes shot open as she heard the familiar voice on the other line. "Hey," she replied coolly.

"It's Chase, just in case you didn't recognize the voice," he laughed.

Sam smiled, "Oh, hey! What's up? How did you get my number?" Sam asked suddenly.

"Let's just say that most people find stalking illegal so I can't say." He chuckled, and Sam joined him.

"Oh wow, so does this mean I have a stalker now?" Sam flirted.

"Look at it more as a friend that is overly interested in what you're doing."

Sam could hear the smile in Chase's words, she laughed.

"'Overly interested'? Look at it how you want to, I see it as stalking."

"Overly interested. I am not even kidding," Chase replied.

"Fine, ok."

"Thank you!"
"Stalker," Sam chuckled barely audible, but just loud enough for Chase to hear.

"Oh shutup,"

They both laughed, "Well ok I am a stalker, so before I get arrested I should change my ways and get to know you the old fashioned way, want to hang out Friday? We could go to dinner and the movies…If you want that is."
Sam was ecstatic, "Sure, I'd love too."

"Sweet, ok I'll pick you up at 7:00 Friday… Oh yeah! Have you heard from Walt yet?" Chase panicked.

"Nope, still waiting," Sam sighed.

"Why the sigh?" Chase demanded.

"I'm so nervous!" Sam replied.

"Don't be. You did great," Chase replied.

"Thanks," Sam replied, not knowing what to say next.

"Welcome," He answered.

They stayed on the phone for a while long before Sam said she had to go.

She took a shower and threw on some mascara and foundation. She combed through her hair and pulled it up, and changed into plaid Bermuda shorts, and a t-shirt. She grabbed a handful of grapes and ran out the door to Carly's for the first time in a week.

She ran up the stairs of the Bushwell Plaza. Once she reached the top she ran inside of the Shay's apartment and immediately called Carly downstairs. Finally Carly and Freddie emerged from the iCarly studio. Freddie was babbling to Carly about his newest tech project for iCarly.

"What this time dork?" Sam asked.

"Sam!" Carly shrieked and ran to hug her.

"Carly?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't breathe," Sam pretended to wheeze until Carly let go, "I am so happy you're here! I have missed you so much!" Carly shouted, Freddie remained quiet.

"Whatup dork?" Sam asked breaking his trance.

"Oh hey Sam," Freddie replied.

"Whatever Fredd-o" Sam quickly turned around to tell Carly her news.

"Carly! I have a date with the hottest guy alive this Friday! I met him at the audition and he called me and asked me out!"

They both shrieked and jumped up and down screaming.

"Who would go out with you?"Freddie cringed.

"Don't be jealous Fredward." Sam smirked.

"Of what?" Freddie spat.

"Oh come on, you know what," Sam's smirk was increasing.

"If you think I am jealous of that obviously delusional, thinks he's something great, wanna be something important, can't make it into a play-"

"What?!" Sam shrieked, "Who said he didn't get into the play?!"

"Well, if he's asking you out, then he can't have brains, talent, wisd-OW!" Freddie shouted as Sam gave him a wedgie.

"Aww, poor poor Fred-dork," Sam mocked.

"I hate you," Freddie sighed.