Hi all!

DANNYGRIL - Thank you! I'm kicking around some ideas in my head...and I hope you all enjoy it.

Chuckme3 - We'll see how it goes!

tayluvzseddie - Thanks for the comments! I appreciate it!

And a thank you to KeyLimePie14! Thank you for everything, my friend ;D

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

************************************************************************************************************************************

School finally ended that day for them and the two girls made it a point to head over to Carly's house. Sam just threw her bag on the floor and Carly set her bag next to Sam's. Sam wasted no time in raiding the fridge for any sort of meat products. "Carls," she began.

"Meatballs; in the foil, third shelf," Carly just replied without hesitation. Sam grabbed what Carly was referring to and unwrapped the plate with the foil on top of it.

"Ahh," Sam sighed with satisfaction. She picked up one of the cold meatballs and munched on it happily. Carly took a seat on one of the barstools by the kitchen counter.

"Sam…do you remember our conversation from earlier?" Sam finished off the meatball and quickly picked up another.

"Why putting a live piranha in Mr. Howard's coffee in the morning is a bad idea?" Carly shook her head.

"No," Carly replied with a little giggle.

"Why I shouldn't fill Ms. Briggs classroom with shaving cream?" she asked, between bites of meatball. Carly sighed and shook her head.

"She never did forgive you for that, did she?" Sam shook her head.

"Nah, but man, it was great trying to see her get that cleaned out!" Carly just sighed again and looked towards Sam.

"No! Now Sam, I'm being serious!" she replied. Sam rolled her eyes and began work on her third meatball.

"You mean why it's not right to hoist Gibby on the flagpole by his underwear?"

"No…wait, when did you do that?" she asked curiously. Sam just shrugged her shoulders.

"Eh…I was bored and Mr. Howard was complaining how the flag wasn't on the pole yet, so I grabbed Gibby and strung him up there." Carly didn't quite know how to respond to her blonde-headed friend.

"Anyway…I was referring to about how you want to go with-"

"Don't say it!" Sam quickly cut her off. Carly just shook her head.

"Sam…you have to get over this fear you have!" Sam finished off the meatball in her hand, covered the remaining meatballs again and put them back into the fridge.

"Look, I don't have a fear as you like to put it, Carly. I just want to keep that ugly rumor of how I want to attend our prom with the nub!"

"Sam! It's not a rumor! It's the truth; which you admitted, might I add!" Carly quickly shot back. Sam just growled at her in response.

"Look! If you expect me to get all gushy and all 'Oh, Freddie! I really want to go to the prom with you'," she began, saying the last part in a mocking, girly voice, "then I've got some news for you! Sam Puckett doesn't do gushy!" There was a knock on the door.

"It's Freddie!" the two of them heard him say.

"It's open!" Carly called back. Sam just shot Carly a warning look.

"Not a word!" she whispered to Carly.

"Not a word!" Carly replied back. Freddie came into the apartment; a depressed look on his face. "Hey Freddie! Get a date yet for the dance?"

"No…Melissa Evans just turned me down. Apparently, she's going with Nate," he replied a bit bitterly. He walked over to the couch and slumped down into it. Carly got off the stool she was sitting on, walked over and sat down next to him.

"Hey…it's okay. You know…I'm sure there's some girl out there that would love to go to the dance with you! Maybe…even someone you know?" Freddie just turned to face Carly and slowly nodded in agreement.

"Hey…you're right, Carly!" Freddie turned to face her on the couch, giving her a small smile. "You want me to ask you!" Carly leaned back, her eyes wide in shock.

"Uh…no," she replied flatly. But Freddie just chuckled.

"Oh…right…who else would you be talking about? Sam?" he laughed. Carly looked over at Sam, seeing her glare daggers at Carly. Carly knew fully well that she did not want her to tell Freddie. "Please! We both know Sam hates those things!" Carly just gave a nervous laugh in response.

"Well…Freddie…you should ask someone else! I'm already going with Griffin!" Freddie frowned at the mention of Griffin.

"Oh," he glumly replied. "You're going with him?" He stood up and sighed. "I'm going to go and finish my homework."

"Hey Freddie?" Carly began. Freddie stopped and turned, his face lit up at the mention of his name by Carly. "I'm really sorry. But listen! I'm sure that there is at least one girl out there that hasn't been asked yet!" Freddie's smile faded just as fast.

"Yeah…probably," he replied to her. He walked out the door and across the hall. Carly quickly jumped off the couch.

"Freddie, wait!" she called running after him. Freddie stopped; his door halfway open. "Listen…I want you to promise me something." Freddie, eager as ever, stood there waiting to hear what Carly would say to him. "If…by some chance you can't find anyone…"

"Yeah?" he asked, a slight hint of hope in his voice.

"If you can't find anyone to go with you, I want you to seriously consider asking Sam." Freddie's eyes went wide.

"What? You want me to ask Princess Puckett in there?" Carly motioned for him to quiet down.

"Yes!" she hissed back. "But only if you can't find someone first!" Freddie shook his head. "Please Freddie? For me?" His head dropped and he let out a sigh.

"…Fine," he replied. Carly smiled and gave him a hug.

"Oh, thank you Freddie!" she replied. "Hey, later, what do you say the three of us go to Groovie Smoothie for some food?" Freddie grinned and nodded.

"Sounds good to me," he replied. Carly walked back over to her apartment and Freddie just stood there, thinking to himself. Then what I need to do is, I need to find someone to go with Sam!

***********************************************************************************************************************************

Well...Freddie seems to think that Carly wants to go with him? Well...I want to say that I too, like Criffin! So...Freddie is going to do what he can to find Sam a date? How's that going to work out?

Until next time!