The next day, Spencer was in a better mood and it was obvious. When he was talking to Socko, he knew Spencer had sex. He knew his friend was going to tease him about not getting laid in a long time, so he expected it. He just didn't realize how it affected him all this time.

"Dude, I'm telling you…" Socko began. "You're completely pussy-whipped already and you just went out on one date so far."

"Come on, Socko. There's no such thing as a guy being pussy-whipped after the first date." Spencer said feeling as if he was lying. He had a hard time sleeping after he left Amaya's apartment because he wanted her more and more. Things were moving fast and he didn't mind. He had such a hard time getting women to like him because of his personality, he knew he had to act fast with Amaya. She had a slightly goofy personality just as he had, but hers was more subdued.

"Bullshit, Spencer. You haven't gotten laid since Veronica dumped you. You should enjoy it all you can, because you're not a one-night stand kind of guy like me."

"Yeah, you're right. But, I don't want to fuck this up, you know. I always fuck up my other relationships. Amaya…she's different. She's new. She, at least, haven't met anyone else that wouldn't be as kooky as I am."

"True, but maybe, she genuinely likes your ass for some odd reason." Socko joked. "Seriously, dude, you have to just go with the flow sometimes. Women like her don't come around often. Especially when she's just settling in. Besides, you two just went on one fucking date. Why are you stressing about it, now?"

"I don't know…I guess I am pussy-whipped." he said hearing Socko laughing on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, yeah…laugh it up. I'm pathetic. At least someone is willing to date me. Unlike you, Master Masturbator." Spencer joked.

"Hey, I just love relieving tension. Nothing wrong with that." Socko said and Spencer sighed. Before Amaya, that's all he's been doing. Relieving tension. "Anyway, I have to go. Hey, let's chill tomorrow. I have this old movie you have to see."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Later, dude." Spencer said as he hung up and he sighed thinking of how much he couldn't get Amaya out of his head. He couldn't understand how someone like her…sexy, funny, smart, and well-ahead in her career would like someone like him. A struggling artist, with no "real job", a guardian to his little sister and, sometimes, her two friends, a goofy man-child. Fuck, he hated when he really looked at himself. A lot of his thoughts turn a little dark and he fights against saying the thing she swore he wouldn't say, "They were right…I should've stayed in law school…" he said out loud.

A shiver ran through him as he voiced that thought out loud. He had been thinking it ever since Veronica broke up with him. She said he wasn't serious enough, and it didn't hit him until she said it. He really loved her and it was frustrating that she felt he was too immature. Still, he knew, and in many ways still knows, that he just couldn't be a lawyer. He loved being an artist and one day, his sculptures would sell…without him being dead.

Carly, Sam, and Freddie had come in from hanging out with Gibby and his girlfriend. It was still a mystery to them how he landed the girl, but they thought it was better to not ask questions. Besides, there had to be something wrong with the girl. Seriously wrong.

"Hey, Spence." Freddie said as he sat down on the couch with Carly as Sam rushed to the refrigerator to look for food. "How did the date go?" he asked not noticing Sam's new interest, but luckily no one was paying attention because they would noticed she had stopped looking for food.

"Well…it was nice…" Spencer said trying to hide how nice the date went. He would feel like a complete pervert if he starting thinking about the sex with Amaya only to discover he had a hard-on. "Yeah, it was nice."

"Nice? I think it was better than nice because you can't stop smiling like an idiot." Sam said with a laughed. "Geez, how great could a fashion show be?"

"Um…" Spencer said trying to think of something to say. Of course it would be incredibly inappropriate to tell your little sister's friend the true reason you date went well. "It was surprisingly fun. Got to see some models and…well, Amaya said she wanted to go on another date." he said smiling that they had agreed to go out again this Wednesday. He couldn't wait.

"Whatever…" Sam said returned her gaze to the contents in the fridge. She was still trying to figure out a prank to pull. She was trying to come up with something original…or as original as she could get. She didn't know why she didn't have a good prank in mind already. Something was wrong, and she didn't know what it was. She just knew setting Spencer up with Amaya wasn't a good idea. Ted was still on her back and watching her more closely than ever.

"Spencer…" Carly said to her brother. "do you think Amaya would like to be in an iCarly bit? See, I was thinking since you two are dating…"

"Dating?" Sam said as she buried her head deeper in the fridge. "They only went on one date." she said as she found a leftover slice of pizza and took it. She bit into the cold slice as she sat on the couch with Carly and Freddie.

"Yeah, well, they seemed to like each other a lot." she said and Spencer was looking at her about to ask a question, but she spoke before he could ask it. "Well, I've seen the way she looks when she sees you. She likes you, Spencer. You need this. Especially after your break up with Veronica. And Amaya seems nice."

"Well, we'll just see how this goes…" he said trying to believe his own words. He knew he was rushing things, but somehow, he didn't care. Like Socko said, he had to enjoy it as long as he should because he didn't know whether Amaya would grow tired of him or not.

"Okay." Carly said as she stood up. "Okay guys, let's see if we can get in a few rehearsals for the next show." she said and Sam sighed. "Come on, Sam…"

"In a minute. I have to finish this pizza. I'll be up in a sec." she said as Carly and Freddie went upstairs. Sam was finishing her pizza when she heard Spencer's phone ring. When he answered it, he was smiling and she knew it was Amaya.

"Hey, Amaya. No, I'm not busy right now. What's up? Uh, yeah, I could help you fix your sink. I'll be right down. See you." he said as he hung up. "Sam?" he asked to get her attention. "Do you know how to fix a leaky sink? I kind of told Amaya I would help her fix her sink and I don't know what to do."

"Why did you tell her you could fix her sink when you can't?" she asked and he gave her a pleading look. "Fine, I'll help you. I'll just tell Carly and Freddie…"

"Actually, I was thinking I would go down there. Just tell me how to do it." he said and she was confused as to how that would work. "Ooh, you could text me the instructions. That way, I can impress Amaya and fix her sink." he said and Sam let out an annoyed sigh. "Please, I'll buy you an entire pizza if you help me do this."

"Throw in a bucket of chicken and we got a deal…" Sam said with an arched eyebrow and Spencer nodded desperately. "Consider yourself a plumber, Spencer."

"Thank you, Sam! You don't know how much this means to me." he said as he hugged her and for some reason, when he pulled away, she felt a shiver run through her. "Gotta go…"