Freddie's POV

"So, Mr Benson," the news reporter shoved the mike in my face. "What do you think about the loss of the competition?"

Yup, it's true. Sam and I lost the competition. But that doesn't mean that Carly and Griffin won it.

"I'm Freddie Benson," I can't believe I said that.

Sam covered my mouth with her palm. "Well, we believe that the duo from 'Exercise Rocks' really deserved it. They have a great chemistry and we give them our blessings."

Whoa... Sam's really... nice...

"But we would have won," she added. "If those two jokers didn't catapult their dumbbells at us while we were having our date in the-"

"Easy, Sam..." I cautioned her.

Yeah, I should have seen that coming.

"So, what are your thoughts about the show? Was it fun?" the news reporter was getting nervous. Well, I can't blame her after all, this was a live show.

"It was fun alright," Sam said sarcastically.

"We could go to many new places we've never been to," I explained. "Like, The Bacon Plaza..."

"They had awesome bacon there," she exclaimed. "Oh, and we went to this spiffy hotel. There was a huge ballroom."

I grinned. "Not only did we get to try new food, we also got to try new things."

"Yeah, like staying in a hospital," Sam started to get feisty again. "We did that twice! Once when I got hit by that car and another when the Exercise Rocks kids CATAPULTED DUMBBELLS AT US!"

"Calm down, Sam," I held her hand. "It wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't that bad?" she asked. "We got hospitalized for THREE WHOLE WEEKS. And it's the BOTH of us. We couldn't film for those three weeks and we lost!"

The news reporter smiled nervously into the camera. "Well, that's it for this week's Illusional Reality. We'll see you next week. Good night!"

Sam was still mad about losing to the pair, but she was soon calmed down when I offered to bring her to the Groovy Smoothie's.

"You're paying, right?" she asked.

"You bet," I grinned.

We're still friends, as in, normal friends. Ever since the Pete incident, we never spoke of the confessions and stuff again. Well, I did try to ask her out, but she rejected me. So many times.

- Flashback -

"Why not?" I asked.

"I'm just not ready for this thing," she took the books out of her locker.

"What do you have to be ready for?" I was puzzled.

She frowned. "I'll have to quit giving you nicknames, punching you, slapping you..."

"Who said you'll have to quit that?" I grinned.

"What?" she raised her eyebrows.

I put my hands on her shoulders. "You can continue insulting me, punching me and assaulting me. You don't have to stop. Fighting is our thing, you know? We're different from others. And that's what makes our relationship special."

She laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Geez, Benson. I never knew you were so cheesy," she giggled.

"So, is that a yes?" I anticipated her answer.

She hesitated. "No."

- End of Flashback -

I didn't understand why she would reject me, even after we've been through so much. It's just difficult to undestand girls.

"So?" Sam broke the silence.

"Huh?" I asked.

"You've been silent for the past half an hour. What's up?" she sipped.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"Come on, just tell me," she insisted.

I sighed before giving in. "You know that guy... Pete?"

"The one who almost killed you and ran away like a bear with his pants on fire?" she asked.

"I was gonna say 'the one who landed me in hospital', but that works too," I sipped. "So, I was wondering... What happened to him? I mean, we didn't really hear anything about him ever since that incident, so..."

"He got hit by a truck and died," she sipped on her smoothie.

I was shocked. "He WHAT?"

"I was just kidding," she giggled. "He got caught by the police and sent to juvie."

"For how long?" I asked.

"I don't know," she grinned. "I'm not a parole officer!"

I couldn't help laughing. She just lifts my spirits, even if I'm in a bottomless pit.

"Where's Carly and Griffin?" she asked.

"They sent me a text a minute ago, saying that they'll be late," I replied. "It's a pity they got disqualified."

"Oh yeah," she agreed. "Griffin brought his PeeWee Babies on their last date and made Carly remember all their names. It's no wonder they got disqualified. The show was too boring."

I laughed.

"Hey Sam, hi Freddie!" Carly and Griffin entered.

"Hey, how did it go?" I asked.

"Good," Griffin smiled. "We got the part."

Sam frowned. "What part?"

"We were auditioning for the new movie 'The PeeWee Scandal'," Carly explained.

"I got the part for the main lead," Griffin boasted.

"Penny Penguin, right?" I asked.

Sam glared at me.

"What? I used to have PeeWee Babies when I was young," I sipped on my smoothie. "But, isn't Penny supposed to be a girl?"

"Oh, they wanted 'Penny' to be the short form for-"

"They just thought he was hot," Carly interrupted with 'jealousy' written all over her face.

Griffin looked down. "Yeah..."

We were in an awkward silence for a few seconds before Carly nudged Griffin and he stood up. "Err... I'm gonna go buy a smoothie. You guys want anything?"

"Can I get some fries?" Sam asked.

"Okay, that'll be two ninety," Griffin stuck out his hand.

"Who said I was gonna pay?" she smirked.

Carly smiled at him and he just walked over to the counter to order.

"Hey, I need to take a wazz," Sam put down her smoothie and headed over to the washroom.

"So, when's the wedding?" Carly teased.

"She rejected me three times in one week," I explained, since Carly was absent for the entire week to prepare for the auditions. "How can we have a wedding if we haven't even dated?"

Her smile was wiped off her face. "Well, make another move."

"I've already made many moves and all she said was 'I'm not ready for this thing'," I imitated Sam. "Maybe I shouldn't try to ask her out anymore."

"Why not?" she asked. "I can tell she's totally into you."

"But I can't," I sighed. "Sometimes, I just wish she would let me in... Not be so... guarded..."

She smiled. "I know what you can do."

"What?" I asked.

She whispered in my ear.

"No way!" I rejected her idea. "I'm not going to do something like that!"

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because it's embarassing!" I replied.

She frowned. "Don't you want a nice girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"Then, do what I say and make a move!" she was practically yelling at me right now. Then, she calmed down. "I just want you guys to be happy."

I sighed. "Okay... But if she gets mad at me, I'll-"

"Hey, momma's back," Sam returned from her little bathroom break. "What were you guys chatting about?"

"Oh, nothing," Carly pretended.

Griffin came back too, which meant – Operation Action.

I smirked and pulled Sam out to the center of the room. "Hey, everyone!"

"What are you doing?" Sam whisper-yelled.

"I'm Freddie Benson and this is Sam Puckett," I introduced. "Most of you would probably recognize us from iCarly."

Everyone had their heads turned over to us, even the smooching couple at the dark corner of the room.

"Okay, I've been asking Sam out for a very long time," I started. "And she has been rejecting me many, many times."

There were 'aww...' noises and small chattering coming from the people.

"So, I was wondering if you guys would help me convince her to go out with me," I requested.

"Freducation, what are you doing?" she blushed, even though she tried so hard to conceal it.

"This is going to be good, I promise," I smirked.

The people were excited.

"Whoever agrees that Sam should totally go out with me, raise your hand," I raised mine. Carly and Griffin raised theirs too. Actually, their hands were the highest.

I counted the votes. It was practically everyone, except for the smooching couple who seemed rather wazzed that we interrupted them.

"Whoever disagrees that Sam should go out with me, raise your hand," I put down my hand and counted. Then, I realized Gibby was there. And he was one of the only ones who raised up his hand. "Err... Gibby? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm just buying a smoothie for Tasha," he said calmly.

"Then, why did you raise your hand?" I asked.

He looked at Sam rather intimidatedly.

I noticed her glare. "Sam..."

"What?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, since most of you agree that Sam should go out with me, I have one last question. But this time, it's for Sam."

She raised her eyebrows. "For me?"

"Yeah," I grinned. "Will you go out with me?"

"I... No," she rejected me. In front of so many people. The crowd went 'aww...', as if they ordered an expensive pizza, then realized that it only had the crust. "Just kidding."

"YES!" my arms shot up in the air in a victorious manner. "Sam Puckett agreed to be my girlfriend!"

She laughed as I hugged her, embracing the moment of victory in love.

"I love you, Sam," I whispered in her ear.

"Well, I like you better than ham," she replied.

Even though she gave me such a lame and disappointing reply, I knew what she meant.

'Oh, all you ever think about is ham.' 'I'd rather have a shirt made of ham.'

"Hey, can you drive me home tonight? My mom's gone out with her new boyfriend, and I really don't want to walk down the streets with hobos staring down at me," she asked.

"Sure," I replied. "I will do anything for you."

And our lips collide.