A/N: Heya!!! I'm back.. err.. exams.. I HATE MATH!! Do u guys love math?? I might fail my Math subject. Anyway, nothing will stop me from posting this so here it goes.

disclaimer: I do NOT own iCarly =D

Chapter 2 – meetings and greetings

Carly's POV

I can't stop this feeling of excitement for my two best friends. I know I shouldn't have accepted Freddie's invitation for a dance but if I didn't then this wouldn't happen. Freddie wouldn't admit his true feelings for Sam. I just hope he have found Sam by now. I can imagine them playing in the rain, dating, flowers although Sam is not a fan of those mushy kinda stuffs. I paced back and forth with my hands on my hips. "Hey Carly what's up?" my brother Spencer asked.

"Up? No nothings up. Seriously" I said growing nervous. I don't want Spencer to know just yet. I want him to be surprise. He really wants Sam and Freddie to get together.

"No Carly, something's up. You just pace back and forth when something's up."

"Well I didn't want to tell you but – I think Sam and Freddie will get together! Freddie and I danced at the Groovie smoothies Freddie felt like he has to explain something to Sam. Then he admitted that he likes Sam and then I told him to follow her and now I'm not sure where they are" I said in the fastest way I could

"YEAH! Let's celebrate! Do we still have tacos?" Spencer said obviously in pure joy.

"Yup. Why?"

"I'm gonna make my awesome spaghetti tacos to celebrate for the new couple!"

"Awesome" I said smiling. Just then I heard the doorbell rang. Could it possibly be them? I hope so! I gracefully answered the door.

"How's my two awesome best frie— " I paused seeing that there's no Freddie in the picture only a guy with a brown/blondish hair . The colours of his eyes are fighting with the colours light blue, gray and light brown. He has a toned body, muscles are not that big not that small. He's an inch taller than Sam but where's Freddie?

"Uhm..Not to be rude but Sam who is he?" I asked looking and pointing at the guy.

"Ohh. Scott meet Carly meet Scott. Carly, Scott is my childhood friend who left. We haven't seen each other since we were six or seven years old. Scott, Carly is my awesome best friend!" Sam said putting her left arm around my shoulder.

"Hey! Come in" I smiled gesturing him to enter since Sam was already in.

"Just one second, please. I'm gonna go out for awhile." I said walking out my apartment. I closed the door. I went across the small hall and knocked on Freddie's apartment hoping he was there. He finally opened the door. I grabbed him so fast and drag him a little far from our two apartments.

"Why didn't you follow after her?" I said shouting in my whisper.

"I did" He said whispering

"Then why is she with another hot guy?" He raised his eyebrow "oh admit it he's hot" He rolled his eyes. "Answer me! Why?"

"I came too late okay!" He said looking down

"Okay. That's it! You're having dinner with us"

"No! I don't want to it dinner with that 'hot' guy" he said making air quotes.

"Spencer made spaghetti tacos and you're coming whether you like it or not!"

"Fine" I went back to my apartment with Freddie when I heard Spencer talking

"So Sam I thought you and F—"I cut in before he could even say it.

"Okay Spencer how's it going with the spaghetti tacos?" I gave him my threatening smile.

"Ohh. Its fine" He said going back to his work.

Normal POV

The 3 friends and one guest sat on the dining table awkwardly. They all sat there silently while listening to Spencer's cooking song. "ohh… I'm cooking things, cooking things for people to eat" Carly smiled obviously embarrassed. "So Sam aren't you gonna introduced Freddie?"

"Why should I introduce that? I haven't seen a thing being introduced" Sam shrugged

"Really Sam? If you have clear eyesight you'll know I'm a person not a thing!" Freddie replied

"If you have a clear face I would've notice"

"oh really?"

"Really. Sorry not my fault I don't have a mother like yours"

"Lucky I don't have a mother like yours"

"Lucky I don't have your stupid brain"

"Lucky I don't have your stupid teeth"

"Lucky I don't have your stupid face"

"Lucky I—"

"What Fredzit no more comebacks?" Sam pouted. They are already standing in tension, both holding the table to support them selves. Even though both of them are diagonally across the table they still manage to fight each other. It's like they're magnet.

"Whatever Sam." Freddie sat down so did Sam. Scott coughed.

"I'm Scott. You're Freddie right?" He raised his hands for a shake hand. Freddie didn't bother to shake Scott's hand. Instead he looks at it coldly.

"You got that right" He said almost glaring at Scott. Scott put down his hand uncomfortably.

"Who wants spaghetti tacos?" Spencer said finally breaking the tension.

"Whoa! I can feel the tension in here!"

"What detention?" Sam said looking at Spencer

"Your home" Freddie replied

"Why do you care? Shut up!" Sam said getting annoyed at Freddie. Spencer faked a laugh.

"You see I said 'the tension' not 'detention' "Then he laughed again.

"So Scott are you going to Ridgeway?"Carly asked

"Yeah! Do you guys study there?"

"Cool! I'll be giving you a tour tomorrow" Sam said facing Scott. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Sorry Spence, but I think I'll be going home now. I'll just bring home some spaghetti tacos if that's okay?" Freddie said standing up. He can't stay any longer. He can't bear seeing the girl he loves enjoying the company of another guy.

"Sure kiddo! No problem" Spencer said .He grabbed a paper plate and placed some prepared spaghetti tacos in it and wraps it with a foil.

"Bye Carly, Spencer, Sam and— Scott"

"Bye Freddie/Freddo/Fredshack/Freddie" They said in unison. He raised his hands and went out the door.

Freddie's P.O.V

That was hell! I can't believe I made it out alive. The tension was building up. I know I acted very rudely to Scott but what can I do? I was jealous of him. I mean he has what every girl wants. Cool, handsome, smart, gentleman.. should I say everything? As I open the door. I went straight to the kitchen to put the spaghetti tacos on the refrigerator. I smiled as I remembered the fight me and Sam had awhile ago. When Sam and I fight I consider it as our 'bonding moment'. I wouldn't admit this to her but I actually do enjoy it when we fight.

An hour later I felt my phone vibrating inside my pocket. I looked to see who's calling – Sam? Why would Sam call me? I answered the phone anyway. "Hello?" I said with my calmest voice.

"Hey Freddo wanna come?" I heard music in the background. Where are they? Are they dancing? Is she dancing with Scott? What now? You want me to come there to make me feel worst?

"Where?"

"At Carly's house. We're playing rock band." I can feel the smile on her voice.

"Sure why not? I'll be there in a minute" Gosh I just hope Scott wasn't there.

I went down stairs not making a sound so I wouldn't wake up my mom. I mean my Mom's a psycho if she sees me going out at this hour I don't know where I'd be going. I carefully closed the door and walked across the hall and knock at Carly's door.

"Come in!" Carly said signalling for me to open the door.

"Hey!" I said with pure joy. I saw Sam in a different dress. I think she borrowed it from Carly. Wait, No Scott in the picture! Best hour of this day, best hour.

"Hey, Carly. I think your CR's locked" And best hour turned worst. "Hey Freddie" I smiled as raise my hand.

"Oh, Just use the bathroom upstairs" Carly said smiling

"Thanks"

"Hey Freddo wanna have a match?" Sam grinned

"Bet you'll lose!"

"Since when did you win?"

"Oh it's on" And now it's the best hour again. I grab the other guitar while Sam grabbed hers.

After a few minutes

Ahh! She's winning! We're both freaking out each time we commit mistakes. A minute full of ahh's and oh's filled the room. Yeah! She committed a mistake "Ahh!" I smiled. For the first time I'm winning. In the end we both fell down the couch. We we're both exhausted. I can't believe it I just beat Samantha Puckett!

"I just beat yah!" I laughed while breathing heavily.

"Shut up! I just let you won!"

"Did you?"

"I told yah to shut up didn't I?" I bit my lip. I pressed my pointing finger to my thumb and run it across my lips making it look like I zip it.

"You're a good player Freddork but I bet you can't beat Scott" Why did she have to bring that guy up?

"Was that a challenge?" I smirked

Sam's P.O.V

He smirked. That smirk I love. One of his trade marks. I smiled. I'm actually enjoying this than awhile ago during dinner. I mean I like Scott's company but it was never really enough. It always felt like something's missing. It's like Freddie's the thunder and I'm the lightning. Eww that sounds cheesy. Only Freddie can make me all cheesy.

"Are you accepting it?" I raised my eyebrow

"What's the bet?"

"I'll treat you on the blueberry for frozen yogurt"

"It's on!" I see. Scott's still in the CR.

"SCOTT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I saw him rushed downstairs. "Sam?" He stopped at the middle of the stairs with his hands on his side raised a little bit

"Are you alright?"

"Yes" If I wasn't mistaken I think I saw Freddie rolled his eyes. I giggled a little bit. SHOOT! Freddie's eyes widened. How could he have heard it? I mean it was a very very soft giggle"

"Did you just gi—"

"Shut up!"

"Shutting" I smirked

"So we were just having a bet. You and Freddie will have this rock band match. Whoever wins will have a free ice cream from me" Half of my heart wants Freddie to win. The other part of me wants Scott to win. I'm not sure if I'm ready to face Freddie after what I saw.

"Then let's do this" Scott said.

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Wow they're really taking this seriously! Do they really want frozen yogurt that bad? No oh's and ahh's this time. Both of them bit their lips. Wow! They're doing this like this is their job. The song is almost done. Freddie is winning. OMG! I'm not yet ready – And he won. I sighed on my mind. What? I didn't wanna make him feel bad for winning.

"Well you won the free yogurt let's go to blueberry "I said standing up.

"Blueberry it is" I said taking off the guitar on my shoulder.

"Hey can I come?" I opened my mouth to say yes but Freddie cut me off.

"No, the person who wins will get the free yogurt. Not all the contestants" He said crossing his arms

"Its okay if Sam's not gonna treat me. I just want to come" I raised my eyebrow at Freddie.

"Sure why not. Hey Carly are you coming?" I asked. I really,really want her to come. I gave her the please-say-yes-look but then she gave me the apologetic-look.

"Sorry, I can't Spencer's asleep and besides I still have to clean this mess." She smiled innocently.

"Okay. Come on you two let's walk"

We had this whole silent trip to the blueberry. It's very peaceful no one's talking. I saw the Groovy Smoothies. Gosh It brings back so many memories. I paused. Freddie and Scott look at me asking me if I'm ok with their eyes. I smiled. I'm okay. It's just a little too awkward in here. As we reached the blueberry I turned to face them.

"Okay. Grab a sit. Freddoof what would you like?"

"Your choice" I shrugged

Scott's POV

Me and Freddie grabbed the sit near the window. He was looking outside. I think his in deep thought. I've notice he doesn't actually like me. I figured maybe he likes Sam. Well there's only one way to find out.

"Hey" I said. He looked at me.

"I know you like Sam" I said with a hard tone

"Why do you care?" Why do I care? I like Her! Duh? Isn't it obvious?

"Just answer me"

"I don't like her—"I was about to open my mouth when he said "I love her" He looked down. I can see he is sincere. Sam loves him. There's nothing I can do but I just have her back I'm not gonna let her go again.

"Well. I'm sorry Freddie." He raised his eyebrows "but I'm not gonna let her go. I love her"

"You barely know her!" Is he's scared of me winning? How can he be? If only he knew.

"She's my Childhood friend! I loved her since we were still kids" He froze. "I'm sorry but I'm not gonna let you have her." He look down "Hey, may the best man win" I smiled. Just then Sam came.

There it is my fellow Seddie shippers.

Scott: She's mine :P

Freddie: Nah, It's the author's desicion *crossing his arms**smirks**winks at me*

me: *Faints* Let's make the readers decide shall we??