iMake Sam Girlier

Sam admits to Carly she has a crush on someone at school, not telling her who it is. To help Sam impress that boy, she helps Sam get girlier. Then, Carly realizes it was Freddie Sam liked all along.

"Carly…I need your help." Sam looks at her best friend pleadingly. Carly wraps an arm around Sam.

"Spill." She says.

Sam sighs. "There's this boy we go to school with…and I really, REALLY like him. I don't know how to tell him, though. He's such a dweeb, but he's so sweet." Sam stands up from the couch. "Ugh! Why does this have to be so hard?" She shouts.

Carly follows Sam. "I have a plan." Carly squeezes Sam's shoulders. "This 'dweeb' you like will soon be following you like a puppy dog when you put on a…skirt."

Sam's jaw drops. "What?" Her faces is blank.

Carly sighs. "Come with me. I'll lend you my clothes." They go upstairs to Carly's room. As they go upstairs, Freddie enters the house.

"Hello people!" He exclaims. He arches his eyebrows at Sam and Sam rolls her eyes.

"Hey dweeb." Sam tells him. Carly stops in her tracks, realizing it's Freddie.

"Hey mean girl." Freddie replies. He smirks at goes to the couch to watch television.

"Let's go." Sam gestures upstairs. Carly widens her eyes at Sam, but follows anyway.

Carly and Sam get to her room. Sam sits down. "So what do you want to do?" She asks. Carly sits next to Sam.

"What's his name?" Carly asks. Sam shrugs. She doesn't reply.

"I'm sure he likes you for who you are." Carly says. Sam scoffs.

"He hates me." Sam mutters. She clears her throat, looking at Carly. "Just…forget about the whole thing. It's stupid. Don't worry about it." Sam looks down, sadly. Carly had never seen her best friend like this.

"Oh, Sam…you can tell me it's Freddie." Carly looks at Sam. Sam looks up in shock. She shakes her head several times.

"WHAT?? No…uh…ew…gross. NO! Gosh, Carly… No." She stutters. Sam pauses. "Yes, horribly so. Geek! Ugh…yes."

Carly chuckles. "You're a really good person…under all that evil…is a really sweet girl." She smiles. Sam smiles back.

"You really think so?" She asks. Carly nods.

"I brought you up here to give you a makeover. Want one?" Carly asks. Sam shrugs.

"Whatever. Make me pretty like a princess." Sam closes her eyes and Carly gets to work.

Eventually, Sam looks a girly girl. Sam stands awkwardly in heels. "I feel weird." She admits. Carly laughs.

"You look awesome!" She exclaims. "Go impress that nerd." Carly pushes Sam towards the door.

Sam marches downstairs. She stops behind Freddie. He watches a horror film on television.

"Freddie!" She exclaims. Freddie jumps, screaming.

He looks at her. "Whoa…" He trails off, checking her out. "You look nice." He grins. "Why are you dressed up?" He asks.

Sam sits next to him on the couch. "I'm dressed to impress. I don't think any boy would want to date me when I look like the person I am." Sam fidgets. Freddie turns to her, turning off the television.

"I do." Freddie murmurs. Sam looks at him, her eyes wide. Freddie clears his throat. "I mean, you're a great girl. Being vicious is apart of you. The people who are closest to you know there is a beautiful girl underneath. It's a big part of you, Sam." Freddie pulls Sam into a hug. Sam smiles against his shoulder.

"Freddie…I hate you right now. Why do you have to be so nice to me?" She asks when they pull away. Freddie shrugs.

"I'm nice to people I like." He smiles. Sam sighs.

"You dweeb. Dork. Geek!" She exclaims. Freddie frowns, looking away. Sam makes him face her. "Those are the things I like the most about you." She murmurs.

Freddie leans in to kiss her. Their lips touch and they wrap their arms around each other. Carly sighs, satisfied. "My work here is done." She says. She goes upstairs.

Spencer enters her room. "Carly…why are there two teenagers making out on my sofa?"

Carly laughs. "Young love…leave them alone, Spencer."

"BUT I WANT TO WATCH TV!"