So...we're back!

Not many chapters left...how's it going to end? Guess you'll have to wait and find out!

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It had been a few days later; Carly had been plotting how to best approach the task at hand. This is a very delicate situation, she thought to herself. I need to choose the best wording! She sat on her couch, looking as if she was staring off into space.

"Hey kiddo!" Spencer chirped, as he came into the apartment. Carly stifled a giggle.

"Hey adulto!" she replied with a smirk.

"…You do realize that the TV does require to be turned on in order to view it, right?" Carly laughed at her brother.

"Thanks for the update, Professor!" she giggled. Spencer plopped down on the couch next to her. "I'm not watching TV, though."

"Oh; what are you trying to do then?" he asked. Carly sighed a heavy sigh.

"I'm trying to figure out what to say to Mrs. Benson." Spence raised an eyebrow at Carly in response. "It involves the prom," she went on to add.

"Uh…first off…I thought you were going with Griffin? And second, Carly, I want to make it perfectly clear that if you…like…umm…well, let's just say that I accept you, no matter what. But Mrs. Benson is old! She's way too old for you to be asking to the prom!" Carly just stared at Spencer and then erupted with laughter. "…Did I miss something?"

"Oh god, Spencer! I am going with Griffin! I happen to like Griffin; a lot! And yes, Mrs. Benson is a bit old to ask to the prom," she began to reply with a giggle. "No, I'm trying to figure out what to say to Mrs. Benson so she'll…'encourage' Freddie to go, even without a date."

"Wait, Freddie's not going?" Spencer asked, astonished. Carly just sadly shook her head. "Aw man! He's gotta go! If he doesn't, he'll regret it!"

"Why do you care if Freddie goes or not?" Spencer just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know…I just want to be a part of the conversation," he replied sheepishly. Carly just laughed.

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Across the hall…

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Mrs. Benson could hear the door knocking. She calmly walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hi Mrs. Benson," Carly politely greeted the older lady. She smiled seeing Carly stand at the entrance.

"Hi Carly," she replied. "I'm glad you're here. Freddie has been in some sort of mood for the past few days." Carly's smile faded. "Maybe you can talk to him; y'know, cheer him up?" Carly bit her lower lip; she knew she was responsible for why Freddie was miserable, but she wasn't about to go around telling everyone that she was.

"I'll certainly do my best, Mrs. Benson. But…I'm actually here to talk to you." Mrs. Benson's face bore a puzzled expression.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…it's about Freddie, actually." Carly looked past her for a moment, then added, "Can I come in?" Mrs. Benson nodded and stepped to the side, allowing Carly access into the Benson abode. "Thank you," she politely replied, as she came inside. She wiped her feet on the mat several times, then walked in and sat down on their couch. Mrs. Benson followed and did the same.

"Now, what is this about, Carly?"

"Well…as you know, our prom is coming up, and-"

"Oh! You want my Fredward to take you?" she asked, her voice full of joy. Carly's eyes went wide in horror and she quickly shook her head.

"Oh, no Mrs. Benson! You'll have to forgive me! I already have a date!" Mrs. Benson's face quickly turned to a frown.

"I see," she muttered. "Then…what is it, dear?"

"Well, Freddie has been asking out just about every girl in our school. Correction…he has asked out every girl in our school. And, the thing is-"

"I see where you're going with this," Mrs. Benson interrupted Carly again.

"You do?" she asked, with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes. My Fredward didn't get a yes from the girl he wanted to go with!" She turned her head towards the fire escape and heaved a sigh. "That poor boy," she whispered.

"Um…I really hate to disappoint you, Mrs. Benson, but…Freddie got turned down, by every girl in school." Mrs. Benson's mouth fell open.

"What do you mean, he got turned down by every girl?"

"Every girl in our school turned him down," Carly replied sadly. She was also terrified of what Freddie's mother would do, but, she didn't show that fear. She always remembered the day that Mrs. Benson dual wielded two rapiers during Freddie's fencing match with ease.

That image has always terrified Carly when she had been around Mrs. Benson.

"So…why tell me all this?" she asked.

"Freddie told me yesterday in school that he wasn't going now to our prom." Mrs. Benson gave Carly a confused look.

"What do you mean, Freddie's not going?"

"It's just what I said! He doesn't want to go, because he'd feel it'd be too embarrassing!" Mrs. Benson shook her head.

"He doesn't want to go? Oh…no! He's going! Fredward; get out here!" Mrs. Benson bellowed. Freddie climbed in through the window that lead out to the fire escape and walked over to where his mother's voice carried. He was surprised to see Carly sitting there, talking with his mother.

"Carly? What're you doing-" he began.

"Fredward Benson! What is this I hear about you not going to your prom now?" Freddie's attention quickly snapped towards his mother.

"Uh…"

"Carly here tells me that every girl you asked rejected you?" Freddie shot a steely glare towards Carly, who was unaffected.

Sorry Freddie! But it's for your own good! she thought to herself.

"Thanks, Carly," he muttered under his breath. "Mom! I'm not going!"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to go alone!" he spat back to her.

"Why should that matter?"

"Because I don't want to be the only person there without a date!"

"Oh Fredward…I'm sure that there's a girl you haven't asked yet that would love to go with you!" Freddie shook his head.

"You don't understand! Someone started a rumor around school about me!" Carly looked between both him and his mother.

"Freddie? Sam and I went around and made sure to inform everyone about the rumors that were going around involving you were not true." His mother's face lit up.

"You see that? Carly took care of it, baby!" she replied clapping her hands together. "Now, you can go and ask a girl to your dance and still go!" Carly's expression however, changed to that of a sad smile.

"However, all the girls already have dates by now," she replied sheepishly. Freddie just rolled his eyes and threw up his hands.

"Great…that's just great!" he moaned. "Well, I appreciate everything you and Sam did, Carly, but I'm not going! Simple as that!" He turned to leave, when his mother stood up.

"Hold it right there, Fredward!" Freddie stopped and slowly turned around. His mother's face wore a scowl; one that he hadn't seen in quite some time. She pointed a finger right at him as she spoke, shaking it with such a fervor. "You are going to be at your dance!"

"But Mom!"

"No buts, Mister! This is one time where I am insisting you go out and have a good time, date or no date!" Carly watched all of this with great amazement…and completely and utterly in awe of what was happening. "I love doing all the mother/son classes with you! I love spending time with my little Fredward! But…now that you're older…I think you need to go and do some things without me! I mean, do you really expect me to go with you to all those mother/son classes?" Freddie gave his mother an astonished look.

"What? You were the one that signed us up for all those stupid classes!" he snapped back. Mrs. Benson shook her head.

"The point is Fredward, that you need to do this! So, you are going to your dance…and that is final!" Freddie sighed, knowing full well that he wasn't going to win this argument with his mother.

"…Fine," he replied in defeat. Mrs. Benson smiled and grabbed Freddie's wrist.

"Good! Now, we need to start looking at a tux for you, young man!" And with that, promptly dragged him out the door, screaming the whole way.

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Yeah....thanks to KeyLimePie14 for the suggestion about using Freddie's Mom to push her son to go to the Prom. So, Carly felt guilty for what she did and is trying to make it right! But...looks like Freddie's a bit late to the party and can't get a date! Oh well...at least he's going, right?

Thanks to everyone that's read and reviewed or faved this story so far! It means a lot to me! :D

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Until next time!