A/N: Hey people of this fanfiction world! This is inspired by a picture that said: I heard you're a player so let's play a game. let's say talk, let's play fight, let's talk 24/7, lets tell each other good morning and good night every day. Let's take walks together, let's give each other nicknames, let's hang out with each other's friends. Let's go on dates let's talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other, let's his and hug and kiss. And the first person to fall in love? Loses.(I haven't gotten the hang of the whole uploading picture thing.)

And in case you didn't know everything is exactly the same except that when Carly did leave for Italy, it was when Sam and Freddie were 17 instead of whatever age they actually were. In this this fic they are 21. Sam did go to LA but she didn't have a babysitting job. Oh also there is no pov in this chapter.

Okay. I'm done rambling... On to the story!

Disclaimer: I'm not a heart breaker of the best ship in the world. (I don't own iCarly)

On the main halls bulletin board, there was a blue and green poster, with black and white words. Any passersby, couldn't help but notice it. The poster read:

Freddie Benson, MIT freshmen, is on the third floor in room 314, waiting for YOU to try your luck to make him fall in love with you. If you win you may get his(very hot) body for a boyfriend and $100 in cash. Try your luck today!

Right next to it was a very colorful poster, with black writing. It read:

Sam Puckett is currently excepting offers for dates, to try to woo her for your affection. She is in room 251 on the third floor. But beware! She had a reputation of 399 guys(and girls) who have had no effect on her. If you manage to complete this task, you will be rewarded with Sam Puckett as your girlfriend, if you want, and $500 dollars. For more information, please visit Gibby Gibson in the lunch room.

Meanwhile, on one side of the dorm, in Freddie Benson's personal room. There was a dark-skinned, thin, young woman, who's dark sex hair was matted against her forehead, and all down her neck and upper back.

"Mph Freddie. That was the best sex I have ever had." She said.

"You're not too bad yourself." Was the reply from a young, smirking, and half dressed, muscular man, who could only be Freddie Benson.

"Now come on. Don't tell me you don't feel anything for us?" Came the girls voice. Almost pleadingly.

"Nope. Sorry Kate. You could go do the diddily do with anyone right now and I wouldn't care in the least." Freddie said.

"It's Ashley you jerk!" She then proceeded to bitch slap Freddie, right across the face. Then she stomped out, only in her robe mind you, muttering to herself about jerks and players.

"Well I guess I deserved that one." Freddie announced to no one in particular.

"Sammy, just give me another date." Pleaded a shabby looking man, whose name tag on his blue janitors outfit read John.

"No. You said one date and that's what I gave you." Sam said.

"Sammy please."

"Call me Sammy one more time and I swear, your arm will be pulled right out of your socket. Now get the hell out of here." She then shoved him hard enough to make the him stumble back a few steps, pick up his mop, then leave the small room. She then proceeded to pick up her phone and press speed dial.

"Yo Gibs."

"Hey Sam. What's up? You don't need me to come down there today right?"

"Naw. I'm good. Jackass just left. His voice was terrible. I could barely stand it. I spent the most part of my night in the bathroom. At least the food was good." Then a realization dawned on Sam." Hey isn't it your ten year anniversary?"

"Yup." Popping the p. " With Tasha now."

"Aw sorry Gib. I'll leave you to it."

"It's fine. But we were just about to get it on. So I'm gonna go now. So bye."

"Okay bye." As Sam proceeded to hang up, she heard a moan through the other side of the receiver, and hurriedly hung up, holding in laughter.

Aw man. I have class in 10 minutes. Sam though to herself.

Well I better leave now.

After class, Sam noticed a group of girls in a group, whispering and pointing. She wouldn't have given a second thought if she hadn't heard her name. She immediately walked up to the girl closest to her, and yanked her by the collar of her shirt. Then she asked,

"I heard my name. Y'all bad mouthing me over here?"

The girls knew Sam Puckett, and they didn't dare mess with her. One girl spoke up.

"N-no we were just saying how there was a guy, Freddie Benson, who does something like what you do. We though you both should have a challenge with each other."

"Wait. Did you say Freddie Benson?"

"Yes. Did you not hear us?" Sam glared at them.

Then the girls tried to run off in their group, but Sam grabbed a hold of a few of them. And the others ran off. Some screaming.

She asked, oh so politely, where she could find this Benson dude. The girls to told her that his flier was next to her's but they didn't know his exact room number. She let them go, and walked over to the bulletin board. She got his room number, 314, and went back to her place to think of a good plan.

About half an hour later, Sam finally deemed her plan worthy. Then she called Gibby to tell him the plan.

Gibby didn't really think that was the way to get an old friend, considering that she pretty much was in love with him when had Carly left. Not to mention the fact that she did leave because she thought that they had some sort of long distance relationship. She wouldn't have been able to put up with that goofy smile he did when he was happy, and realize that it was not hers to kiss.

But she told him that that was all the more reason to win. And once she got that out of the way, she put on some make up and changed out of her old shirt and solid grey sweats, into jean shorts and a red and white striped spaghetti strap top which highlighted her very visible assets.

She walked until she found room 314, and she saw a sign. It read:

Freddie Bensons room. Come in if you dare.

What a dweeb. He'll never know what hit him. That's what she thought.

She knocked because who knew what was going on in there? Freddie opened the door and leaned against the door post almost for support. His mouth hung open

"Sam?" Was all he could get out.

"Nice to see you too Freddie." Sam smirked at him.

A few minutes later, when Freddie still stood in shock, Sam started to get annoyed.

"Look, Sam said, " I know you haven't seen me in forever but would it kill you to move?"

"Sam!" Freddie uttered before picking her up and spinning her around. Not caring for the shrieks she admitted.

She secretly liked it, and she was afraid that the once buried and pushed aside feelings might just resurface.

"I never thought that I would see you again! What the hell Sam? Where have you been? Leaving without a goodbye." He huffed.

"Same goes to you. But I guess fate has a way of bringing us together." She was referring to a time when she was in LA, and Freddie had ran into her while he was shopping before he left to go visit his aunt in Florida. That had been 3 years ago. "And as for where I have been, I was in LA about 3 more months after the time I saw you. I went traveling and now I'm here."

"Damn Sam. You're here. In MIT. I always told you that you were smart."

"Yes well good for you. I would assume you would've already heard about me since you go to so many "clubs"."

"I have. But I always thought that had to be someone else. Who knew Sam Puckett would be seen in college." Freddie said with a smirk.

"Well it's me. Anyways, I have an idea for a competition. We always have been pretty competitive so I figured that out would do no harm. Can I come in? I'm pretty tired of standing."

"Sure. Welcome to my humble abode." He moved to the side and allowed her to see his room.

What Sam saw was a brownish beige colored rooms with a small living room made up of expensive faux leather love seats and a armchair. Right behind was the kitchen with was small but had everything necessary for use. Right next to it was the kitchen table, and by the looks of finger nail scratches on the table, she wasn't sure she wanted to go near that thing. A little ways down was a door, which opened to a large bedroom. Which revealed a large king sized bed, a dresser, and a mirror.

She entered the living room and he closed the door behind her. Freddie motioned for her to sit down, and she got comfortable in his arm chair.

He then sat down on a love seat opposite her and waited for her to speak. She cleared her throat and said,

"I heard about the things you do. I'm sure you have heard about what I do too. The rules would be that this would go on until one falls in love, cheats, or moves away. There are no labels but we cannot see anyone else while this is going on. And we must follow the "guide". If we fall in love, we must tell the other immediately. However a 24 hour grace period is allowed to get the nerve to say so. The consequence would be to lose." Sam read from a sheet of paper. Then looked back up. "You want to hear the guide?"

Freddie nodded.

"The first two weeks we will hold hands, talk a lot, play fight, give each other cute nicknames, tell each other good morning and good night every day, and take walks long walks in the park. The second two weeks we will hang out with each other's friends, go on dates, and go on double dates. Plus the first week. And lots of public affection. Then for the rest of the time, we add the first four weeks together plus sex. I can always change things if wanted." She had always been very blunt with the word sex.

"Wow. You really thought that out didn't you? And what does the winner receive?" Freddie questioned.

"Well if you agree, I think that we should have dinner tonight. Not as a date but as a catch up type of meeting. We could discuss the rest of everything else there. And if you have any changes we can discuss that there as well."

Freddie pursed his lips in though and slowly nodded. "I agree. What about dinner tonight?"

"We can have dinner at 7:00 at the Italian restaurant down the street. That gives us 30 minutes to get ready. This would not be a date. Got it?"

"Yup. I'll pick you up at 7 then."

"Yes you will."

"Glad to see that you still have your charm." Freddie replied sarcastically.

"Did you really expect me to be any different?" And with that Sam got up and left the room. Leaving Freddie to stare into the empty space for lack of words.

A/N: Let's chat shall we?

Although this fic is rated M, Sam and Freddie won't be humping their brains out ever chapter. This has a lot of story line, so if you're looking for a hot one shot this is not the place. I will be writing a few limes in the next few chapters so be warned.

Okay who got the connection with their room numbers? Google won't help but a calculator will!

I love constructive criticism, by the way.

So review!

The ending won't just be than telling each other I love you and they both lose. That's boring. I have some twists and turns. So stay with me. I want to take you on a roller coaster of feelings, but not so much drama that they never feel happy.