Title: iDon't Deserve This

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own any shows on TV, iCarly included.

A/N: I've done several fics, but this is actually my first story for iCarly. I think the show is really cool and (my opinion of course) cool enough to write a fic about. So here's the story! Read, review, but more importantly enjoy! Oh and any kind of advice would be great, but just be nice about it, nothing rude, please!

A Mother's Wisdom

"And we're clear." Freddie said as he walked to his cart with all his computer equipment and turned off the camera signal. He set down the camera and began checking comments and how many viewers there were.

"I think that was our best show yet!" Carly said happily.

"It could've been better if Fredweird didn't keep moving the camera so much." Sam grumbled as she pulled a fat cake out of her backpack.

Freddie kept his eyes on the computer. "I had to keep moving the camera because you kept putting your face in it."

"Sam, you were putting your face in front of the lens a lot." Carly added her input.

Sam gave Carly a look that said 'Who pulled your string?' She ignored the comment though. "All right, Freddork. I forgive you. But it's only going to be this one time."

Freddie laughed. "Whatever you say Princess Puckett."

"I'm going to get some punch. Who wants some?" Carly asked.

Sam and Freddie both raised their hands and Carly went downstairs to fill the order. Sam went to one of beanbags and pulled out her phone while Freddie stayed by the computer cart.

"So…Sam…what are you up to?" Freddie asked as he put his hands into his pockets and slowly sauntered up to her.

Sam looked up at him. "I'm fixing to land on Jupiter. What does it look like I'm doing?" She replied sarcastically.

Freddie smiled and plopped down next to her. "Right, stupid question."

"As always."

"Any plans for tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?"

"Friday."

"Right…well I was thinking about going to the Chili Bowl, but I don't have any money so I was probably going to come over to Carly's and steal some of her food, maybe even break into your place and raid your fridge."

Freddie raised an eyebrow at Sam's schedule for tomorrow. "Do you think you could squeeze something else in there?"

"Like what?" Sam put her phone down and looked at Freddie with a new interest.

Freddie took a deep breath. It seemed easier when Sam was looking at her phone instead of at him. So much for the easy route. "For a date with me to the Chili Bowl." he made sure it didn't end like a question.

Sam did the last thing Freddie expected. She laughed. He would've expected her hitting him, calling him a name, maybe even throwing sausage at him, but laughing? "You, Fredward Benson, want to take me, Sam, out on a date?"

"Is it that unbelievable?"

"It's just…you're Freddie! The guy that's supposed to be pining over Carly! Oh wait…I get it. You want to go out on a date because you want Carly to get jealous."

Freddie frowned. "Is that really what you think?"

"Oh come on, Freddie! Please don't try and convince me that you're madly in love with me because I know that you're not." Sam said as she rolled her eyes.

"And how do you know how I feel?"

"Because, you're Freddie Benson. Most obvious guy on the planet."

Freddie had enough of Sam's disagreeing and stood up to tower over her. "Sam, why can't you just agree to go on the date? I don't want to make Carly jealous, I don't even have feelings for her! I'm not in love with her! I want to date you because I think I might have some kind of feelings for you! But I don't know what these feelings are and I'm trying to sort them out, but you apparently don't want to help me sort them out by going on this date with me! Please Sam! Just go on the date with me!"

Sam stood up, slightly on tip toe to match his height. "One, you do not tower over me like that. You are not some dominating male that can do whatever he wants. Two, I'll go out with you to the Chili Bowl, but you are going to pay for everything, got it?"

Freddie stared at her, blinked, then continued staring.

"Hello? Earth to Freddie?" Sam called out as she waved her hand in front of his face.

Freddie snapped out of whatever daze he went into and smiled. "You'll really go out with me?"

Sam shrugged her shoulders and looked down, hiding the apparent smile on her face. "Yeah. I'll be here at Carly's. Pick me up at eight." she lightly punched his shoulder. "Later Benson!" she called out as she walked out of the studio, walking past Carly who was bringing in the drinks.

"Where did Sam go, why did she go, and why did she have a goofy smile on her face?" Carly asked. She set the drinks down and looked closely at Freddie.

Freddie was staring at the door Sam had just walked out of. I can't believe it. I have a date with Sam.

Carly raised an eyebrow. Now Freddie had a goofy smile. "Ookay...why do you have a goofy smile on your face?"

Sam closed the front door once she was inside of the house. She bit the bottom of her lip and smiled. A date with Freddie. It had been something she wanted for a while already, but Freddie was supposedly in love with Carly. Now, he says he isn't.

"Sam, that you?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm back from Carly's." Sam went in the kitchen where she saw her mother packing some food into a small ice chest. Next to the ice chest, was a small suitcase. "Are you planning to go somewhere with that food?"

"Yeah. I'm visiting Canada with my new boyfriend, Richie."

Sam never remembered meeting Richie. She actually thought her mom was dating Davis. "How long?"

"I don't know. Richie's talkin' about being up there for a month. I say three weeks." her mother looked up at Sam and noticed a small smile. "What's that smile for? I just told you I'm leavin' for three weeks. I'd expect you be mad or something like that."

Sam wiped the smile off her face. She didn't really want to tell her mom about Freddie. At least not yet.

"Wait, is this about that Benson kid, again? What'd he do this time? Tell you your hair's pretty?"

Sam scowled. "No, he asked me out on a date to the Chili Bowl." Sam stated.

"Aw, Sam. I knew this would happen. Come here, let me tell you somethin'."

They both sat down at the table in the kitchen. "I want you to look at me while I'm tellin' you this kid. Freddie does not love you. He may think he does, but that's only because he subconsciously wants to make Carly jealous."

"Mom, you don't even know Freddie. The only time you met him was when he came by that one time, but you were in your room, throwing all of your ex-boyfriend's stuff out the window. You almost hit him with a suitcase!"

She smiled. "I do love throwin' stuff outta window. But back to the subject. The reason I'm tellin' you this is because even if he really is over Carly he's still settlin' for you. He's settlin' for second best."

Sam refused to show emotion. "What do you mean?"

"Are you kiddin'? Freddie's a nice kid from what you always say. You, Sam, are bad for him. All Puckett women are bad for guys like him. So just back away and let him find someone like Carly."

Sam said nothing. How could her own mother be telling her this.

"Oh don't get mad. You know it's the truth. I just helped point it out to you sooner rather than later."

Someone started honking their horn outside.

"Oh! That's Richie." she got up and gave Sam a kiss on the top of her head. "Bye honey. He's way too good for you, so just let him go." she went back into the kitchen, grabbed the ice chest and suitcase. "There's money on top of the fridge and just go by Carly's house when you're hungry."

She stopped at the door and looked at Sam. "Don't be upset 'bout what I just told you. You should take it as advice instead of criticism. I'll see you later."

Sam vaguely heard the door close and tires squealing away. After a few moments of sitting there, she got up. She had to stop thinking about everything her mom just said.

Sam went into her room and put on her headphones, blasting the music volume. She closed her eyes. Maybe her mom was right...

Sam sat in Carly's living room, watching TV. Carly was upstairs cleaning the iCarly studio and Spencer was working on a sculpture that had to be worked on outside in the park.

It was almost eight and Freddie was supposed to be here any minute. Sam wished he wouldn't come. After staying up half the night thinking about what her mom said...going on this date with Freddie wouldn't feel right anymore.

The door opened. "Hey Sam. You ready to go?" Freddie asked as he came in and stood next to her.

Sam looked up at him. "You were really being serious about going out on a date?" Sam used a monotonous voice.

"Yeah, and I thought you were being serious about agreeing with me."

Sam sighed, grabbing the remote to the TV and turning it off. She stood up. "You don't want to date me."

Freddie scoffed. "And why not?"

"You know why Freddie."

"No...I really don't. I think I do want to date you, Sam."

"Freddie, just stop it! Stop saying that!"

"Why Sam? What's so horrible about me wanting to date you?"

"Because you're just settling for second-best! I know that, you know that, the whole freaking world knows it!"

"Sam, that isn't true!" Freddie grabbed her arms. "Look at me, Sam. That isn't true. You are not second-best and I really do want to date you."

Sam closed her eyes. "I hate you, Freddie and I never want to see you again." she said as she squirmed her way out of his grip and walked out of the apartment.

Freddie groaned as he plopped down on the couch. This wasn't what he had been hoping for.

"Freddie? What are you doing here? I thought I heard the door close and that you and Sam had already left for your date." Carly smiled at the word 'date.' She had always wanted to see Sam and Freddie on a date. She thought it might be ubber cute.

"Sam just walked out. I guess you could say we got into a small argument."

"Are you serious? Why can't you two pass one minute without getting into an argument."

Freddie walked back to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to look for Sam. I have to make her see differently." Freddie mumbled the last part as he walked out of the Shay apartment.

Sam wiped at her tears furiously. She didn't know why she had said that. She didn't know why she just told Freddie that she hated him. That wasn't true! Sam knew that much. Her mom was probably right though. Freddie would just go running back to Carly and tomorrow they would be an official couple. Within a month, Sam would receive the wedding invitations.

It started raining. Sam pulled up her hood for some small protection and ducked into a covered alley. She sighed as she leaned against the wall. She knew that she had just blown something that could've been amazing.

"Might as well have blown it now then have it blow up in my face later." Sam muttered to herself as she kicked some trash.

The rain was starting to lighten up after a few seconds of downpour. Sam turned around, staring out at the street and deciding whether or not she would get soaked. She didn't hear anyone behind her, but she felt the napkin brought up to her face, covering her mouth and nose. Her heart dropped. This can't be happening! It just can't be!

"You're going to be a fine addition to the collection." Sam heard someone say before she lost all control of her senses and everything went black.