Still don't own iCarly

Sorry I took so long to update but I was on a mission trip and I have been really busy lately!
early morning training and a lot of other things! So sorry!
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Friday

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Sam woke up and laid back on her bed, not wanting to get up, but then she realized that she had a date with Chase, and everything turned around. She stood up and walked over to the mirror and combed her hair out.

She didn't want to face the rest of the HSM cast, knowing they were probably all mad at her. She trudged to school and avoided everyone except Carly and Freddie.

"So I was thinking that tonight we could kick off the show with-"

"What?!" Sam shouted.

"iCarly? Our web show? Remember?"

"Ah! I have the date with Chase tonight! I can't stand him up! I'm sorry, I just can't" Sam explained.

"You have to!" Carly exclaimed, surprising Sam and Freddie.

"I can't!" Sam replied.

"No excuses Sam," Freddie butted in, "You can't abandon High School Musical and me and Carly. It's not even right."

"Guys! I can't do the show! You know that! I thought y'all were over the whole High School Musical thing! I feel bad about it, gosh! I know, ok. I will break the date with Chase tonight. I will ruin my chance for my first serious relationship," Sam sighed.

Freddie and Carly's mouths dropped in atrocious shock. Sam was not the type to cave in under pressure. Carly and Freddie were both well aware of this fact, so hearing their friend give into them was not part of an ordinary day in the life of Carly, Sam, and, Freddie.

"What did you say?" Carly asked, eyes wide in horror and surprise.

"I will break my date." Sam repeated, remaining unemotional through every word of which she muttered.

"Sam. I know we gave you a hard time and all but you really don't have to-"

"No Freddie. If Chase is really the kind of guy I think he is, he won't have a problem with me cancelling our plans."

"I'm not worried about Chase. I'm worried about you. I know this date meant a lot to you. You haven't been out in a while. Me and Carly have no right to tell you otherwise," Freddie responded coldly, as though Sam should never have made the plans, knowing that she had iCarly to co-host every Friday night.

Carly and Sam stared at him with a confused expression, much like the previous one given to Sam.

"What?" He asked, not understanding the motives behind such a look as they were giving.

"Are you implying that I am desparate?" Sam exclaimed.

"No, just simply that you just met this guy, not knowing the first thing about him, and expect him to be your Mr. Perfect. I am as hopeful as the next guy, but we all know that something like that is not likely to happen to you of all people. So you shouldn't have such a problem with missing iCarly."

Sam opened her mouth to shout at Freddie, Carly quickly interrupted, "What is today, opposite day? Sam is being nice, and Freddie is telling Sam off!" Carly shouted in exasperation and confusion at the scene her best friends were causing, as most of the cafeteria turned to face the three after Carly's outburst.

"Umm…." Carly started awkwardly, "Wanna talk about it later?" She finally suggested relieving an exasperated sigh.

"Ok, whatever," Sam replied, eyes glued to Freddie, convinced that if she stared hard enough his head would pop off.

No such luck. Sam moaned to herself.

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"Later"

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"Ok, we are going to have to talk about this before the show," Carly stated, as she herself was not fond of last minute arrangements.

"Fine," Sam challenged, more so intended for Freddie than Carly. Ever since the previous occurrence in the cafeteria Sam and Freddie had been either glaring at each other, arguing, or avoiding each other, completely.

"Sam, I know you don't want to break the date. I know you said you would break it. I know we have iCarly. I know you don't want to blow us off," Carly started with the implication that she had an idea. A good idea.

"And?" Sam raised her eyebrows.

"And, I was thinking that maybe he could be a guest on the show tonight," Carly finished, awaiting Sam and Freddie's reply.

"Yes!"

"Ew!" Freddie shouted at the same time as Sam, causing a long flash of blond to suddenly be smothering him.

Freddie felt a surge of courage rise through him, he shoved her off, brushed himself off and stood up, denying all pain he felt from that blow, causing Sam to punch the back of his head and sit down.

"OWCH Sam!" He shouted, fed up, "I-I-I-"Freddie started to reply when Carly cut him off, "No! Stop! This is a non-violence zone! Be nice!" Carly looked stern and in all honesty demented for a minute before further discussing the situation, "Anyway, he could sing a song or something, he is into the whole theatre thing right? Speaking of which do you know if you got into that show or not?" Carly interrupted herself.

"I don't know if I got into Wicked yet, and would you two quit calling it "that show"?" Sam pleaded.

"Ok fine, I will. Anyway, comments, questions, concerns?"

"Why?" Freddie asked.

"So that we can have it both ways. And so that I can give Sam my approval on this Chase guy…Or not." Carly smiled.

"I don't want that roaring ranting Romeo anywhere near my equipment!" Freddie shouted.

"'Equipment'," Sam shot back, "You say that as though it involves talent to operate."

Carly looked between them nervously.

"O really?" Freddie replied, "Like you could even cut a camera on!"

"I could operate one better than you…Tech-geek," Sam replied, using the name she saved only for times when she was really mad at Freddie, seeing as though he hated it. Call him nub, dork, geek, freak, loser, anything but tech-geek.

"Ok. Since you are so good with technology I vote that we have a little bet tonight during iCarly," Freddie proposed.

"Name it!" Sam shouted.

"Ok, we have your date on the show… but you will be operating the equipment, I will be in front of the camera."

"No one would want to see you in front of a camera, but I will give it a try. You're on dork. Conditions?"

"Ok, no helping each other out, no leaving your spot to assume your regular position on the show." Freddie suggested.

"Deal. Terms? I don't want to bet the us. (yoozsh).

"Ok, name it." Freddie challenged.

"Ok if I win, you have to come out dressed as a reindeer closing night of High School Musical!" Sam shouted.

Freddie kept a tough face on and replied, "Deal. But If I win you have to dump Chase!" Freddie smirked at his own idea.

Sam's face fell and she felt sick, but she couldn't let Freddie know, "Deal," She pushed back.

"You're on then…Beast." Freddie replied, using the name that Sam hated, to make up for her calling him "Tech-geek"