Hi everyone!

I want to take a moment to thank everyone that's been leaving comments and enjoying the story so far.

I also want to take a moment to say that I know how this story is going to end now. And the last two chapters will really show you how it's going to end. I almost decided to end it a different way, but a friend convinced me to end it the way I originally planned. I just want to say thank you and that the reason why I had contemplated ending it differently was...well...I'll explain that in a future chapter.

Anyway...enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: Really? Do I need to say it?

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Carly sat on her couch, waiting for Sam to show up. She had been flipping through a magazine, growing rather frustrated by her blonde-headed friend. She had specifically told Sam to be at her place by eleven-thirty that morning.

It was now quarter after one.

Carly grabbed her cell phone; she pondered if she should send Sam yet another text. She had already sent her four previously, and she began to wonder if Sam was either ignoring them on purpose, or wasn't responding to her to make her sweat. Sam…where are you? We need to go look at dresses! Come on already! She threw the magazine down on the table, stood up, and paced the floor of her living room. A moment later, her phone rang to which she leapt like lightning to answer it. "Sam?" she answered, hopefully.

"Carly!" she could hear Freddie say on his end. Carly sighed and rolled her eyes.

"What Freddie?" she said a bit glumly.

"Oh my god, Carly! Listen, I need to talk to you! Is Sam there?" he said, a slight hint of fear in his voice. Carly stared at the clock the moment he mentioned Sam's name.

"No," she said icily. "Freddie, look; I don't have time for this right now. I've got to leave the moment Sam gets here! I'll call you later. Bye," she replied to him and hung up the phone. She put her phone away and sighed. "…Come on, Sam!" she shouted. It was at that moment that her door flung open, and in walked the blonde headed girl in question. "Where have you been?" Carly screamed. Sam just looked at Carly and cocked an eyebrow.

"…It's Saturday. You know I don't sleep until at least noon on Saturday," she replied calmly. Carly just stood there, dumbfounded at Sam.

"But Sam! You know that we need to find dresses for the prom!" Carly whined. Sam just shook her head in response. "Sam! This is serious! I want to look good for Griffin!"

"Then you could have gone!" Sam snapped.

"But the point is that we go together!" Carly snapped back. "You have a date you need to look-"

"Don't say it!"

"-Pretty for!" Sam groaned and wanted to pull out her hair. "Come on, Sam!" Sam just sighed a heavy sigh.

"Fine…let's just get this over with," she muttered under her breath. Carly just grabbed Sam's arm and dragged her out of the apartment and out to the busy Seattle streets.

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Later that day…

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Carly had dragged Sam through just about every dress store there was at the mall. "Carly!" Sam began. "It's almost four! Can we go home yet?"

"No! We haven't found dresses for either of us yet!" Carly called back. Sam groaned in frustration and began to drag her feet. Carly just pulled at Sam's arm, forcing her to go along with her. She pulled Sam into yet another store; there were signs all over the place for prom dresses on sale. Carly was heaven, while Sam wanted to puke. "I'm sure we'll find a dress here!" Carly said with a grin. Sam mentally prayed that they did and did so quickly.

"Great…now let's just get to it so we can get out of here and get some food!" Sam muttered. Carly sighed and just shook her head. As her phone began to ring again, she just glared at Sam.

"Sam…we'll get something to eat after we find dresses for the two of us!" Carly replied. Sam just groaned again, slowly pounding her head against one of the walls of the store. Carly picked up her phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Carly!" Freddie cried again. She could hear Mrs. Benson in the background, going on and on about how handsome he'd look in this and that.

She just shook her head and silently thought to herself, Thank god I'm not like that! "Freddie? Why are you calling me again?" she asked.

"I've been trying to reach you all day!" he replied to her. "Carly, you have to listen to me! It's important!" Carly sighed and shook her head at Sam, who held up a dark yellow dress, with ruffles. She pointed behind Sam, indicating for her to take it back. Sam just rolled her eyes, wanting this day to be over with.

"Freddie, look; I don't have time for this! It's bad enough I'm contending with Sam, but now I've got you trying to tell me something that probably can wait until later!"

"No, Carly! You don't understand! I have to warn you about Sam's date!" he shot back. Carly rolled her eyes.

Now he wants to go with her, she thought to herself. "Freddie, look; it's too late! I know that you're trying to do this in order to get a date, but you'll be fine! Look, come by my house later and we'll talk then, okay?" And with that, she hung up the phone.

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Earlier that day…

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Freddie sighed; he was stuck with his mother, who was busily trying to find him a nice tuxedo to wear. Why Carly? Why on earth would you do this to me? he thought to himself. He had been sitting in a chair at a tux rental place, waiting for this dreaded day to be over with.

"Fredward! Go and try on this suit and pair of pants to see if they fit!" his mother said to him, handing him a suit jacket and a pair of dress pants. He sighed, took the clothing garments and walked into a changing room. "Now, I'm going to go and find some other jackets and pants for you, just in case they don't fit you!" she called through the door.

"Okay," Freddie called back flatly.

"Do you need me to come in there and help you change?" she asked. Freddie's eyes widened in fear.

"No!" he shouted back to her rather quickly. He sighed as he heard his mother walk away from the changing room door. "…Why can't I have a normal family, like…" he began, but then recalled who his friends were. Carly, who lived with her quirky brother or Sam, who had a psychotic mother and an odd behaving cat. "…Never mind," he muttered to himself. He began to change into the pants and jacket, when he could hear shuffling of feet, possibly two or three people, outside the door.

"It's going to be awesome!" he heard one guy say.

"Yeah, and the best part is, I've got a date with one of those web girls!" Freddie knew that voice to be that of Tim. He had set up Sam on the date with Tim, all in an effort to keep himself from going with the blonde-headed demon.

"Which one? The cute one or the tomboy?" the other guy asked.

They're talking about Sam and Carly, he thought to himself. I thought Tim wanted to go with Sam, though?

"Unfortunately, it's the tomboy," Tim groaned. "Ah well, no matter; I'll still take the tomboy."

"You going to go ahead with the plan still?"

"You know it! I'm going to take her to this stupid thing, show her a real good time…then take her back to my place that night for…well…you know." Freddie couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Oh great. I just set up Sam on a date with this creep! He sighed mentally and began to think. I need to call Sam and tell her! No wait! I can't do that! She'll kill me! …Carly! I can call Carly and tell her everything! She can help me! He listened as the two boys left, then he slipped out of the changing room and dialed Carly's number.

"Sam?" she answered, hopefully.

"Carly!" she could hear Freddie say on his end. Carly sighed and rolled her eyes.

"What Freddie?" she said a bit glumly.

"Oh my god, Carly! Listen, I need to talk to you! Is Sam there?" he said, a slight hint of fear in his voice. Carly stared at the clock the moment he mentioned Sam's name.

"No," she said icily. "Freddie, look; I don't have time for this right now. I've got to leave the moment Sam gets here! I'll call you later. Bye," she replied to him and hung up the phone.

"No, wait, Carly!" he shouted, but she had already hung up on him. He sighed in frustration and closed his phone. "Darn it, Carly!" he muttered.

"Oh! Those seem to fit very well!" his mother said to him. "Now, let's rent these and find you a nice tie to wear!" Freddie sighed and closed his eyes.

And this was more preferable to Sam killing me? he asked himself.

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Later that day…

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Freddie wanted to die; not only had his mother embarrassed him thoroughly in just about every store they went into, but he wasn't able to get a hold of Carly at all. He had to somehow warn Sam of Tim. "Fredward!" his mother began. "If you see any ties you might like, just let me know, okay?"

"Mom, I really don't care," he replied. "In fact, I just want to go home and forget this day ever happened."

"Fredward, this is important. I want my little man looking handsome for his special dance!" Freddie rolled his eyes in frustration.

"Mom! I'm not a little kid anymore!" he snapped at her. "Look…I'm sorry. I'm just really frustrated right now. How about you just find something that you think will look good on me and we can go home?" His mother just glared at him.

"Fine, but I don't want this kind of behavior continuing, is that understood?" she asked him. Freddie just nodded.

"Sure Mom…whatever," he replied, muttering that last part. His mother went off in search of a nice tie, giving Freddie an opportunity to try calling Carly again. He flipped open his phone and punched in her number.

"Hello?" he heard her ask.

"Carly!" Freddie cried again. Unfortunately, this was the time that his mother had returned with three tie choices.

"Fredward! I found you some ties! Now, which one do you like best? The blue necktie? Or maybe this green bowtie? Or, you can go with this stunning, red silk necktie?" Freddie rolled his eyes at her and then gave her a harsh glare. "Don't you look at me like that, young man! I am still your mother and I am trying to help you!"

"Freddie? Why are you calling me again?" she asked.

"I've been trying to reach you all day!" he replied to her. "Carly, you have to listen to me! It's important!"

"Freddie, look; I don't have time for this! It's bad enough I'm contending with Sam, but now I've got you trying to tell me something that probably can wait until later!"

"No, Carly! You don't understand! I have to warn you about Sam's date!" he shot back.

"Freddie, look; it's too late! I know that you're trying to do this in order to get a date, but you'll be fine! Look, come by my house later and we'll talk then, okay?"

"Carly, wait!" he shouted, but she simply had hung up the phone. He sighed in frustration, putting his phone away. He then turned towards his mother and looked at the three tie choices. "…I'll go with the blue necktie, Mom," he replied somberly.

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Sooo.....bet Freddie wishes he could go back and prevent himself from setting Sam up with Tim, huh? Just because it was revealed that Tim's a jerk, doesn't mean it's going to end with Seddie! I told you, it can still go either way! Only I know how this is going to end!

Until next time!