Sam's POV

Carly's words were echoing on my mind. Like an annoying song they kept replaying against my will. I was lying in her bed just thinking when she barged in. She was mad at me, actually mad. I didn't get her. She was my best friend, she supposed to support me, to understand me, not criticize me every five seconds. Carly sat on the edge of the bed and kept glaring at me.

"What?" I yelled.

"I'm just mad at you, that's all" she said like it was no big deal.

"Dude!" I tried to keep my calm "Carly… think with me… if this deal with Benson doesn't work, it can ruin our friendship. You will be like a child of divorced parents"

"Sam…"

"No, you listen now!" my turn to get mad "the risks are too high. I'm not willing to risk everything for a dream okay!" I was as honest as I could be. I figured since she was my best friend I could just open my heart to her. This wasn't easy for me.

"Do you really think that the risk cam overcome the prize?" she sat closer to me "do you honestly think that living in fear is better than take the risk, accept the consequences and maybe… have everything?"

"Don't go all Dan Humphrey on me Shay! And as you just said… maybe, maybe is the same as nothing Carly"

"Yeah Sam… but you will never know until you take the first step out of the darkness and see the light!" she walked away again leaving me with my thoughts.

The next day I saw Freddie at school. I remembered the amount of information that Carly gave me about his secret athletic life. I've noticed his biceps before, but not his whole body. Actually I avoided it, afraid of what it might cause me. The dork was wearing one of his many polo shirts, I'm pretty sure he collects it. His arms were big and strong. He was beefy. He was so manly, when did that happened? I licked my lips, wondering how his abs would look like. Shirtless Freddie… that must be the sight of heaven… wait a minute! What? What's wrong with me?

Much for my disappointment, I wasn't the only one who noticed his growing hotness. A group of skanks around looked at him giggling and gossiping something in each other's ears. He didn't notice because he was… well, he was Freddie. I suddenly felt the urge to beat those bitches senseless, but I took a deep breath and watched as he walked towards me, smiling. I smiled on the inside knowing he would ask me out again. Me! Heard that random bitches? Me!

"Hey Puckett"

"Sup Freddo" I said "So how is it going?"

"Not much" I was waiting with my big "no" ready, and then the bell rang.

"See ya after class?" he asked turning away to leave.

"Sure" I was a bit disappointed as I watched him go.

He didn't ask. The whole day went by and he was acting normal, like he was before, like nothing ever happened. I teased him a couple of times, but he just chuckled and rolled his eyes in response. We walked back home together, the three of us like the old times, except now we had Brad tagging along. It was fun, but I couldn't help feeling sad that he hasn't asked me out again. It's not like I would say yes anyway… so I should just be happy about it. Isn't what I wanted in the first place? Isn't what I asked him for a thousand times? But honestly, I wasn't expecting him to give up yet.

We did iCarly and the whole time the thought of him not asking me out bothered me. After the show was over Carly carried Brad and Gibby with her to the kitchen, leaving us alone, again. There I was, again, waiting for him to make his move, but the dork stood near his computer watching something with a headphone. I sat down on a beanbag and we stood in silence for several minutes. I hated it! So, when he pulled his headphones off I decided to break the ice.

"Whatcha watching?" I came closer.

"Some funny videos" he pointed at the screen.

I leaned against his shoulder to watch it better. I felt him shivering with the slightest touch of our bodies. I shivered too and I'm pretty sure he felt it as well. I always liked to get physical with him, something about the contact with his skin always made me feel comfortable, but I only shivered the two times we kissed. I heard him take a deep breath, like he was inhaling my perfume, breathing me. I could only be crazy! Maybe I was the one smelling him, and I probably was. Freddie smelled so good. He always smelled like mint, sometimes like cinnamon, sometimes both. Guess he no longer takes those tick baths.

"Sam?" he turned to look at me.

We were so close. Closer than I would ever allow myself to be.

"What?" I had to face him even if I didn't want to.

We stared at each other for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. His deep brown eyes were looking at me with so much intensity that destroyed another brick of my protection wall.

"Would you go on a date with me?" he whispered softly.

Freddie's eyes kept gazing me with an overwhelming intensity, but at the same time they were a little bit vulnerable. I wanted to say no, but I was afraid. Afraid he would never look at me like that again. Afraid he would never ask me out again. Afraid he would never love me. Afraid I would never get a chance, and mostly afraid of what could happen.

"Freddie…" I was trying to say something, anything, but I couldn't find my voice.

"Stop being so scared for five minutes!" he snapped "I'm not going to hurt you! I would never do that! We can go on a date, have fun then I'll walk you back home. Done!" Now I wanted to say yes so badly, but I wouldn't, I couldn't!

"No. And stop asking!" I turned my back at him and walked away, but the nerd grabbed my arm and turned me around. I pushed him away, he grabbed me again.

"I'm not giving up!" he warned me. There was fire in his eyes, almost like he was mad at me.

"Dude! Take your hands of me or else…"

"Or else what?" he was challenging me.

"I'll kick you little nerd butt!" I tried to push him away again.

"Oh right… that I wanna see!" he chuckled.

Stupid nerd! I tried to punch him in the jaw, but he held my hand. I tried again with my free hand and he did the same thing. His hands were so big they would cover my hands completely. I tried desperately kneeing him, once again he was faster pinning me against the wall of the studio. As soon as my back hit the hard surface he pressed his body against mine to keep me steady. My whole body started to shiver; this wasn't the most uncomfortable position in the world to be honest. Freddie's body was strong and firm, and he was so close that took my breath away. I was lost in his eyes.

"Say yes Sam" he begged "how long are we going to do this dance? I could go on forever, and you can't even give me a chance? If I'm insisting is because I want this. I want this! And I want it bad enough to ask you everyday even knowing you're going to say no. I could ask you every day for the rest of year if necessary!"

I was preparing myself to say no… but he held me tighter and stared into my eyes. Something in his expression made me cave. It would probably be the biggest mistake of my life, but I couldn't deny it any longer. I wanted this.

"Okay" I whispered.

"Okay? Oh…" he released me to celebrate his victory. What a dork!

"Yeah. You got one date and that's it!" I tried to be as clear as the water we drink.

"Okay!" he was a little too happy. Like a child in a toy store. I punched his stomach.

"What was that for?" he asked me in pain.

"For bugging me all week" then I punched his chest. I felt the heat rising in my right hand when I touched him there. It ached a bit, because it was strong, like rock or something "that one was for grabbing my wrists!" I slapped his face.

"For pinning you against the wall?" he rubbed his cheek.

"Yeah" no you nub! For not kissing me!

He shoot me a smile, I smiled back and made my way out.

"I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow!" I heard him scream.

I hide in Carly's room so no one could see the big smile I had in my face. It was official; I was going on a date with Freddie Benson.

A/N: I'm sorry for the grammatical errors, but i just arrived from college and i'm really tired!