Dedicated to: xoxoalexalex! It's her 13th b-day... yesterday! Happy b-day!
Disclaimer: iCarly is NOT, nor will it ever be, MINE
Freddie anxiously awaited his date. He was dressed in a nice collar shirt and khaki pants, but not too formal. He didn't expect Sam to wear a dress or something. As he sat at the restaurant, Freddie wondered if Sam would even show up. She probably already guessed that not coming would've broken his heart in two. "Excuse me, Freddie?" A voice said. Looking up, there was Sam. She was far too dressed up...
"Uh... uh, Sam?" She was beautiful, yes. But... it seemed like something Sam would never do. Wear a dress! Please. Or maybe she was doing this so he wouldn't concentrate on the date. He smirked, loving the sinister plan. "You look very beautiful tonight."
"Why thank you." Sam smiled. "You're not so bad yourself." Hold the phone. Sam Puckett did not giggle.
"Oh hey, watch this." Freddie wadded up a bit of his napkin, stuck it in his mouth, put a straw to his lips, and blew. The paper ball hit a waiter right in the back of the head. This was the part where Sam would say something on the lines of "Step aside, Fredweird, cuz I can do so much better than that."
Instead, Sam said, "Ew, that's gross! Do you know where that paper's been?" He wanted to contradict with something, but found it far too confusing. Sam never thought spitballs were gross. In fact, he had to sterilize his shirt from so many hitting him in the back in English class. English class. Miss Briggs taught that class.
"You remember how last week on iCarly we ran out of eggs on the show?" He laughed, because, come on, it was pretty funny.
"Yeah. That was insane! What were you two doing out there? Sam's already in enough trouble." Sam paused, as if she said something wrong.
In Freddie's book, she had. "Why are you reffering to yourself in third person Sam?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Uh..." Sam stuttered, also a very non-Sam-like move.
"You're not Sam are you?"
"Freddie..." The girl reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.
"Who are you then? You aren't that look alike. Who are you?"
The girl looked down, defeated. "Melanie."
"Who?" Freddie was feeling so many things right now. He was confused; he was angry; he was humiliated, but most of all, he was hurt.
"I'm Sam's twin." She looked up. "She said you wanted to go on a date with her, and I thought you were really cute so... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you..." Melanie wasn't the one that needed to apologize.
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Sam and Carly sat on the couch watching Girly Cow in the studio when they heard it. The door opened and slammed. "SAM!!" They didn't need to look up to know it was the technical dork.
"Hey, Fredison-" She didn't say anymore as he slapped her across the face.
"Freddie!" Carly gasped. That wasn't supposed to happen.
"You thought I wouldn't find out about Melanie? You thought I was dumb. Just because you two look alike doesn't mean you aren't polar opposites!" He snarled. Sam had never seen Freddie so angry. She was scared to death, but at the same time, wowed. Who knew Freddie was... tough? Well, tough enough to make one smack in the face feel like you were hit with dry ice.
"I didn't THINK anything!" She snapped back. "I sent Melanie there because I didn't want to go on a date with the likes of you!"
The two heard a clicking sound. Turning to the source, they saw Carly out the door, key in hands. "Until you guys can resolve this conflict, I'm not letting you out!"
"Carls!" Sam groaned, at the same time as Freddie said "What?"
Carly walked away to the stairwell. "What if we have to pee!?" Sam shouted before turning back to Freddie. "Great, this is all your fault Benson."
"My fault? How is that? If you just went on the date with me in the first place, this-"
"Oh, shut up! I think it's obvious neither of us wants to talk. Now, I'm going back to Girly Cow."
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Downstairs Carly rubbed Melanie's back. "I'm sorry, Mel... He had no right to yell at you like that."
"Y-yes, he d-did." Melanie sobbed. "I-I should've n-never let Sam d-do that..."
"Melanie," Carly lifted her face to make Melanie look her in the eye, "It's going to be okay. It's not your fault." Melanie nodded a little bit, neither girl dared to look away.
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Sam and Freddie watched Girly Cow in silence. They didn't collapse in fits of laughter when Girly Cow found out about the surprise party. They merely sat there with bored expressions on their faces. Only occasionally they would move their arms to get some popcorn out of the bowl Carly had left in there. And every few times, they would reach in at the same time. Their eyes would meet for just a second, before one of them remembered they were angry and looked away.
Finally, Sam got up the nerve to speak. "I'm sorry." Freddie looked up at her. "It was wrong of me to send Melanie on that date... I should've just... gone with you in the first place."
Freddie looked down for a minute. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you." He chuckled a bit. "I actually kind of expected you wouldn't show..."
Sam looked up at him now. Their eyes met, and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. "Hey, wanna check out Spencer's new sculpture?" She wouldn't let that happen! If Freddie kissed her, it would be way too predictable.
"Sure." His reply came halfheartedly.
Sam tried to ignore that and walked slowly over to the sculpture. "He said it was some sort of magnet thing..." She mumbled.
"I think we have to press this button." Freddie's hand rested on a big purple button and pressed. For a minute Sam's and Freddie's hair stood up with static. "Cool." Freddie laughed, Sam chuckling as well. Of course, nothing goes as shown in Spencer's world. The sculpture caught on fire, their hair fell flat.
"Oh, crap!" Sam shouted looking around. "Grab a fire extinguisher!"
"Where?!" Freddie panicked.
She tried to remember so hard where that thing resigned, but all she knew was, they were dead cooked meat if they didn't get out of there soon.
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The smoke alarms went off downstairs. Melanie and Carly, were at first a bit oblivious to the sound. Eventually, the two did pull away from their long kiss. "What's going on?" Melanie asked.
"I don't know." Carly looked around.
The two figured it out soon enough and simultaneously shouted, "Sam and Freddie!"
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Okay, so there's a fire in the house. I bet you didn't see that coming! Since this was dedicated to xoxoalexalex, I felt complied to use her Melanie/Carly idea. Haha, here it is! Enjoy!
~obsessive-elphaba