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I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated. I have had some family issues and I'm having a little bit of unsureness about pretty much everything in my life right now, and have not had time to really write this.
I hate to tell you all this, but for right now, I can't work on this story. I don't know how long before another chapter is up, it may be a week or two or more. I can't say. I need to figure out my own life before I can write anyone else's, even if they are fictional characters. I don't want to mess this up, and if I continue at this time, I will.
Carly's POV
Sam was a genius. Why had I not thought of the four of us going on a double date? It was an amazing idea; I was surprised Sam had suggested it. Not because she wasn't smart when she wanted to be, but because dressing up and really calling anything a date wasn't her thing.
Currently, the genius was lying across my bed, looking as bored as she did in math class.
"Can't we do this tomorrow?" she whined.
"No."
"Why do you have to be such a girl?"
"Because. And besides, if you really want someone to blame," I told her, holding a dark blue skirt and light blue long sleeved shirt up in the mirror, "blame yourself. You're the one who came up with all of this."
"Yeah, you've got a point. But seriously, why are we doing this today? Really, why are we dressing up?"
"Because, I just want to be ready. And two, we should look nice. When you think about it this is pretty much the first time we've been on a double date, called it that, and been with people we actually like. It's not like that time when we went to the cheesecake factory. When I went with Gibby, Freddie went with Shannon, and you went with Reuben. That was just…awful" I shuddered, remembering that night.
"Yeah, Reuben was such a wackjob." She agreed, sitting up. "Still I don't see why we have to get dressed up."
"Don't you want to look nice for Freddie?"
"Please, it's Freddie. I don't have to impress him."
"I'm not trying to impress Adam!" I said, a little more defensive than necessary, spinning around.
"I never said you were." She said, smiling, mischievously. "That was all you."
"Oh, shush!" I said having been caught. She was right. I was trying to impress him.
"What do you think of this?" I asked, holding up a short black skirt and a hot pink shirt with long, floaty sleeves. On the front was a large black heart.
"It's pretty. Just like the last 10 outfits you've asked me about!"
"Sam, I want this night to be perfect."
"Carls, things don't have to be perfect to work. You can be the most imperfect couple in the world, and if it's meant to be, it'll work."
"Yeah, you think so?"
"I do." She said something else I could not quite catch.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"No, you said something. What did you say?" I asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." She repeated, standing up "I'm gonna go get some chicken." She told me, walking out of my room.
I do not think I will ever fully understand her.
Freddie's POV
I smirked as Carly dragged Sam upstairs. I had been slightly shocked that she had called Adam. Sam wasn't the kind of person to go around setting up double dates. Although, she always said she wasn't the kind to date a dork, and yet she was with me. Not that I was dork or anything, even though Sam always told me I was.
I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to help her, but I grinned and shook my head. She got herself in this, she knew how Carly was. Why she didn't see this coming, I don't think I'll ever know.
Spencer got up and went to his room while I walked over to the computer to check the iCarly boards, mainly to see what people were saying about the 200th. I hadn't checked in a while. There were the usual comments about our level of awesomeness, Seddie, Creddie, and a few weird requests. Then one caught my eye.
Attention all Seddie fans! ICarly had a party to celebrate their 200th webcast and I was there. (I know AWESOME, right?) Anyway, in the middle of it all, Freddie declared his love for Sam! I am so happy, and all of my fellow Seddie fans should be too! It has finally happened, I can die happy!
Who had posted that?I looked at the name, but it gave me no hint. Huh. I guess that whole week of worrying about someone finding out had been for nothing. I had to remember to tell Sam.
I took a look at the rest of the comments after that. All were asking if the person was serious, what actually happened, and a few were saying that the person was a liar.
Whomever it was told the story, and was surprisingly accurate. I made a decision. Since the secret was out, it wouldn't hurt to write a blog post.
Hey guys, Freddie here. Do I have a story for you.
You may have heard that at a party for iCarly, I "declared my love" for Sam. I'm here to tell you the truth.
I did.
In the past few months, ever since Webicon, really, I've been thinking about Sam differently than just my best friend who tortures me. (No, I'm not kidding. She really did. Still does, actually.) Yes, at iCarly's party, I decided to tell Sam how I felt, although my plan was not to shout at her in front of 30 people.
So yeah, we are dating, for those of you unsure. But don't be surprised when Sam calls me names, or makes fun of me. That's how she is, and to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Anyhow, on a completely different subject, Happy New Year! So far, the New Year has been treating me pretty good, not that we're too far into it. How about you guys? How were your New Year's/ eve?
I finished up and posted, hoping Sam wouldn't mind.
A moment later, she walked past me, headed for the fridge. "What's wrong?" I asked, standing up and walking into the kitchen.
"Carly." She answered, a mouth full of chicken.
"Oh no, what happened?"
"I shouldn't have ever called Adam. Now she's all excited and going crazy."
"Sam, you know how Carly is. Why didn't you see this coming?"
"I don't know. I should have, then I wouldn't have done anything." She sat down at the table, still munching on chicken.
"In your defense, it made her feel better. You're being a really good best friend." I sat down, leaning forward.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"By the way, why did you get me sucked into this?"
"Because, you're obligated to help me now, no matter what." She grinned.
I smiled. "Yeah, yeah…" I sat back. "Where are we going on this 'double date' anyway?"
"I have no clue. We'll let Carly decide. It's easier that way, seeing as I'll come up with some place, and she'll say that it should be fine, but what about some other place and we'll end up going there."
I chuckled. She was right. I opened my mouth to tell her that, but she cut me off.
"And I'm going to get you!"
"Why? What did I do?"
"You," she said standing up and taking a step toward me. "Did not help me."
"You knew what you were getting yourself into!" I said, standing and backing up.
"Still, you should help me." She kept slowly walking toward me.
I held my hands up "Sam, calm do-"
I was cut off by her jumping at me and pinning me to the ground. My head cracked against the hardwood floors. "You are supposed to help me!" she rather screamed. I had a feeling she didn't want Carly to come downstairs.
"Sam, you know Carly! Think about how she'd react if you set her up on a date with a guy she's been crushing on for months. Exactly like she did. Don't blame me!"
"I'm not blaming you for how she reacted," she said, sitting back, although she was still sitting on my stomach. "But you should have come up with some reason to get me out of an hour of looking at the same outfits 30 times."
"Well I'm sorry!"
"You should be!" she said, smiling. She crossed her arms and stared at me for a moment before getting up. I stood, rubbing the back of my head. "What's the matter?" she asked me, grudgingly.
"My head hurts." I replied, sitting on the couch.
"From what?"
"From you tackling me! My head hit the floor." It really did hurt.
"Oh suck it up."
I gave her a look. Really?
"I mean… sorry?"
I smiled. "Better."
Just then, we heard footsteps pounding down the stairs "Sam!" Carly yelled, grabbing the blonde by her jacket. "Why didn't you come back up? You said you were going to get chicken, and I expected you back in a few minutes. I came up with two more possible outfits" she smiled, in spite of her apparent anger. Then she frowned again. "Why didn't you come back?"
"Chill, Carls." She replied, pulling her jacket out of Carly's hand. "I started talking to Freddie." She patted my head.
"Oh. Well, still, you should have come back up." Carly huffed, though it was clear she was over it.
"Carls, you still have tomorrow." I reminded her.
"Yeah, well, I don't care! We're deciding what we're wearing today. Sam, come on, you have to…" She stopped, and I could feel her eyes on the back of my head. "Freddie! You're a guy-"
"Uhh, thanks for noticing?" I said, confused.
"No, I mean," she said as if it was obvious, "You can tell me if my outfit looks good! I need a guy's opinion anyway." She grabbed the back of my hoodie, and grabbed Sam's arm again, and dragged us upstairs, where her room looked like a clothing bomb had gone off.
I sat on the couch next to Sam while Carly showed us outfit after outfit. After over an hour, she finally decided on a dark blue long sleeve shirt with the word angel written in light blue glitter on the front, a black skirt, and low black heels.
She looked at herself in the mirror again. "This is it! I am so excited!" She spun around. "Sam! We have to figure out what you're going to wear!" At this, I stood up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sam asked sharply, standing up as well.
I put a hand on her shoulder. "I want it to be a surprise," I said, trying desperately to keep the laughter out of my voice. She was going to kill me.
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm going to kill you." She confirmed in a low voice.
"Good luck." I whispered in her ear as I gave her a kiss on the temple. I smiled as I ran out of the room "Have fun!"
The next day, we all hung out at Carly's apartment again. About an hour before Adam was supposed to get there, Carly dragged Sam upstairs to get ready. I went across the hall and grabbed a pair of khakis, a black t-shirt, and a brown jacket, and put them on.
I went back across the hall, and sat down on the couch to wait for the girls. After about 10 minutes of watching Bob Sagget almost drown, the doorbell rang. I got up and answered, and there stood Adam, looking as if he wanted to run away, but still knew he needed to be here. It was obvious he was completely unsure and uncomfortable.
"Hey." I said, gesturing for him to come in. "They're upstairs." I answered his unasked questions. Adam went to go sit where I had a moment ago, while I stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Carly!" I shouted. "Adam's here."
"Okay, we'll be down in a sec!" Carly shouted back.
I went and sat at the other end of the couch. "Just so you know, it'll probably be ten minutes."
He glanced over at me. "I thought she said 'just a sec'" He seemed to be confused.
"You don't know Carly." I told him, shrugging.
It turned out I was right, and Carly came downstairs in blue and black.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
"She's-" She turned around. "Sam!" she shouted, "Come down here!"
"NO!" came Sam's voice "I look like a daffodil."
"You do not! Just come on!"
"Do you promise not to laugh?"
"I won't." I said, to Carly's apparent surprise. "C'mon Sam."
"Fine. But if you laugh, I'll kill you." She came down, and it was unbelievable. She was wearing a blood red deep v-neck shirt, with a dark blue shirt underneath, a short, dark jean skirt, and low black heels. Her curly blonde hair was pulled back slightly on top, with the rest over her shoulders. She looked absolutely amazing.
I stepped forward and pulled her forward, kissing her lightly. "I would never laugh. You look amazing. Not that you don't always, but still, the compliment still stands."
She smiled. "Yeah, well…"
I smiled. Tonight would be a good night.