Disclaimer: Yep, I'm Dan Schneider and I own iCarly. I spend my time writing for FanFiction. I'm also a teenage girl. Yeah right. I don't own iCarly.

SPOV:

I began by teaching him the basics. He was actually learning pretty well.

After getting the basics down, we started practicing the actual dance for the talent show. Instead of using my dance I had already prepared, we decided to perform slow dancing.

We began by Freddie holding my hands in mine. We stepped back and forth as he spun me around the floor. I felt like a ballerina. He held my hands and I lowered into a split.

After about half an hour of practicing, we had actually made a lot of progress in the dance. It was looking pretty nice so far. And we actually weren't fighting. He was being serious about the dance and so was I. I could tell that he was feeling something as the music played by the look on his face, and I actually felt it too. The memory came back to my mind. So did my dream from earlier.

We took a break and sat down on the beanbags.

"What about a costume?" Freddie asked.

"I have some from past years for me. I'll be wearing a white dress. You can wear something nice, like maybe something back and white. Maybe a tux. I don't care."

"I have a tux, so I guess I'll just wear that."

"Alright. So have you asked Gibby to be in the talent show yet?"

"Not yet. Wanna call him right now and ask?"

"Only if we can prank call him." I grinned.

"Sam, prank calling is bad."

"So are tick baths and you still take them." I laughed.

"My mom makes me."

"The fact that you let her make you is a problem."

"Whatever. Fine, we can prank call him."

"Yay!" I grinned and dialed his number.

"Hey babe," I said in an extremely girly voice.

"Uh, Tasha?" Gibby asked, confused.

"Stop saying silly things, baby," I said with a girly giggle.

"Uh, okay then..."

"Yeah, so, I loved last night. You were really good." My girly voice was so weird sounding, it was hilarious. Freddie was laughing like crazy.

"What... what did we do last night?"

"Gibby, you couldn't have forgotten! The party... where we made out..."

"Oh, yeah. I loved it too! Hey, so we can do that again, wanna go on another date? Like, right now?"

Freddie and I exchanged glances. "I'd love to! Meet me at the Groovy Smoothie."

Freddie started laughing again.

"Alright, babe. See you in a few."

"Okay, sweetie, bye."

"Bye babe."

I busted out laughing so much, I was holding my stomach.

"Are you really gonna meet him at the Groovy Smoothie?"

"In disguise, yes I am."

"And where will you get this disguise?"

"Carly's closet."

We ran into Carly's room. She was sitting on her bed, so we explained to her what we were doing. She couldn't stop laughing.

I found a short, black skirt and and hot pink, frilly tank top. I also got some black high heels.

"Carls, where are those wigs from that iCarly bit we did?"

"Um, they're in a container on the right side on my closet."

I saw the container. I took it out and grabbed a straight, long-haired, brown wig. I also picked up some of Carly's sunglasses.

I ran to the bathroom, put on the clothes, sunglasses, shoes, and wig, and then walked back in Carly's room. Freddie looked in shock.

"Hello, darlin', how are ya', love?" I said in a southern accent.

"Perfect," said Freddie as he laughed.

"Gibby is so going to fall for this," Carly said, laughing like crazy.

"Now, for my face... he'll know it's me," I said. However, when I looked at Carly's make-up, we exchanged glances and I sat down.

"This is gonna be the best makeover ever," said Carly.

She put lots of make-up on me. Carly made my eyeliner look a lot different than usual in case I needed to take the sunglasses off.

"I'm ready," I said.

"You look awesome, Sam!" said Carly.

"This is gonna be so funny! And Gibby will act like he knows who I am, I'm sure. He's that stupid."

We left Carly's apartment and went to the Groovy Smoothie. Gibby was sitting in there. So it wouldn't look weird, I walked in a minutes after Carly and Freddie.

When I walked in, I grinned and waved to Gibby. I was chewing gum.

"Hey doll," I said with a funny accent.

"Hey, um, um, uh," Gibby said, trying to think of my name.

"Gertrude, hunny,"

I saw Carly and Freddie laughing at their table.

"Oh yeah, hey babe."

"I missed you, baby, I'm so glad we're here again after last night."

"Yeah, that was pretty fun."

I couldn't believe he was going along with this. He must be really... Gibby. I laughed to myself.

"Yeah, extremely." I laid my finger on his chest.

"You look really hot today, Gertrude."

"Thanks, hun."

"No problem, no problem at all."

"Take your shirt off, boy."

"Oh I am!" He pulled his shirt off. He is such a mermaid.

I stood on top of the table. I leaned down and tapped on my lips. "Gimme a kiss, babe."

"Oh, I will. In front of everybody here. I am proud t have Gertrude as my lady!"

Instead of kissing me first, he stood on top of the table too. He grabbed me and cradled me in his arms. What was this kid doing...

As he held me, he leaned in to kiss me, but right when he was about an inch away from my face, I slapped him and jumped out of his arms.

"WHAT?" Gibby cried, "NO!"

"Oh yes." I pulled off the wig and sunglasses and grinned.

"SAM?"

"Yeah, Gibster?"

"I'm so confused," he said stupidly.

"It was a joke, you idiot."

"I am not an idiot!"

"Yes you are."

"No!"

"Oh, and thanks for calling me hot."

"Well, I mean, look at you! I'm surprised Freddie walked here with you without kissing you! Because I mean, I still want to right now."

I looked over at Freddie, who was staring at me.

"Freddie, stop drooling," said Carly, laughing.

He immediately sat up straight again. "What? I wasn't drooling."

Carly pointed to a wet spot on the table. "Yes you were."

"Whatever. It's just that, uh, even Gibby said so."

"I know what you're saying, Freddie." She laughed.

I smiled. Freddie thinks I look hot.

"Can I still kiss you?" Gibby asked.

"No!" I yelled at him.

"But you're really attractive right now."

"Oh so I'm not always attractive?" I raised my fist.

"Oh, um, you are. It's just that you're revealing a lot more with that outfit. And what you usually don't show is actually really hot."

I can't believe he's saying this.

I put my fist down. "If you didn't just call me hot, I would've punched you. But I'm not changing just to make you guys happy."

"Don't change. It's just that I never really noticed how hot you are until now. Please, don't go all girly. You're awesome how you always are, Sam."

"What the chizz are you trying to say?"

"You're really hot and you don't need to change into some girly chick."

"Well, okay then."

"Yeah." Gibby grinned.

"Carly, Fredweird, let's go."

They got up and walked over to me. The walk home was really awkward.

I didn't really talk much. Freddie basically said I was hot, and I didn't really know what to think. Like, I wondered if he liked me, or if he was just saying that and not meaning it.

When we got to Carly's apartment, I changed into some Soffee shorts and a camisole that I had left at her house a few days ago.

I fixed my make-up, so it would look normal, then brushed my hair.

When I came out of the bathroom all fixed up, Freddie stood at the door and smiled.

"That's a lot better. I didn't really like the girly Sam."

"I thought you said I was hot like that, though."

"Well, yeah, but you look a lot better like yourself."

"Thanks, Freddork." I hugged him.

He put his arms around my waist, then awkwardly pulled them away. I could tell he was really embarrassed.

"Sorry, I got kind of caught in the moment."

"It's alright, I didn't mind."

"Oh alright. Wanna go practice the dance for the talent show?"

"Sure."

We went to the iCarly studio and began dancing. I put my hands around Freddie's neck and he put his around my waist.

"You know, you're a really graceful dancer, Sam."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I looked into his chocolate brown eyes as we danced. He looked into my eyes too.

"This song brings back good memories," I said quietly.

"Yeah, it does. Really good memories," Freddie said quietly too. It was awkward to talk about.

Freddie started singing the song. I started to join in.

CPOV:

I stood at the door of the iCarly studio. I heard Sam and Freddie singing together. The look in their eyes... they looked hopelessly in love.

FPOV:

Her voice was beautiful. We sang together and it felt like everything was perfect in life. We were dancing too. Neither of us got off beat or made a mistake. Our feet moved perfectly with each other's.

The look in her eyes looked so sincere and loving. It was the perfect moment. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back. We closed our eyes and continued dancing as we kissed.

When we stopped, our eyes locked again.

"That kiss was a lot better than the first one," I said with a smile.

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P.S. Carly saw them kiss. I just didn't want to keep changing POV's because that can get annoying when it's changed a lot. Basically, Carly is standing there outside the studio the whole time. (: