Author's Note / Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or the characters, and this idea was from soultaker97... Brilliant… I'm a little sad because this is the last chapter… unless you guys want a "part 2" sort of thing… up to you… let me know in your review… hint hint

-They Really Shouldn't Date Other People-

When they arrived at the pizza place, Freddie immediately let go of Samantha's hand and waved to everyone. The blonde girl lost her smile and began to feel a little disappointed. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. But it was, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.

"Freddie!" Sam cried out, walking over and hugging him and he smiled softly, returning the favor.

"Sam!" Jack exclaimed, running over to the girl standing alone.

"Hug me, and you're dead meat!" she threatened with a hiss.

"Oh I love it when you're all feisty…" says the boy, grinning. "Would you like some pizza?"

Sam Puckett glanced behind Jack and when seeing the other perfect Sam feeding Freddie a slice of pizza, her heart crushed. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling very hungry anymore. She walked over to the table anyway.

"Hi Sam," greeted her best friend. "You feeling okay?"

The fierce blonde knew she was referring to the accident, the accident that Fredward Benson had saved her life from, but she shrugged and grabbed some pizza and bit into it, knowing full well sauce was splattering around her lips. When Jack saw this, he smirked and leaned in to clean it off, and pushed her back down onto the booth seat. She giggled loudly and then, before he could touch his lips to her face, sat up to make sure Freddie was looking.

"What are you doing Sam?:" Freddie asked, quietly.

"Same thing as you…" she said simply. "Winning the bet."

With that, she pulled Jack's collar closer toward her and pressed her own lips to his quickly, then pulled apart, leaving the guy in a daze. Sam stood up and left the restaurant before Freddie could talk to her.

"Woah." Jack commented, still mesmerized.

"Excuse me, Sam," said Freddie, wiping his mouth and following where his blonde headed demon went.

He found her sitting on a bench, looking miserable. That is until he sat down, then she looked plain angry and about to punch him somewhere highly painful. He shuddered internally but decided to talk to her anyway.

"Why did you kiss him?"

"Why were you all 'lovey-dovey' with Sam sl-"

"Sam is not a… that word I'm not going to say. I thought we had a bet?"

"I thought it was…" but Sam's voice trailed off and she looked up at him.

"You know we never back down our bets, Puckett." He chuckled, punching her lightly in the shoulder.

"Whatever," commented Sam, plainly, standing up and walking to the door. "I've got a date to finish."

"Sam, wait," said Freddie, finally finding his voice box.

The girl turns on her heel to face him with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Yes?"

"I… uhh… good luck on your date."

Her hopeful expression turns to slight sorrow, but all the same, smiles weakly. "Yeah. Same to you."

The door closed behind her, and the moment she was out of earshot, Freddie let out a frustrated scream and kicked the bench only to injure himself more than the wooden seat. He cursed himself for being such a chicken when it came to talking to Sam Puckett. There was just something intimidating about her, not that she was a bully (though that was true), but her in general. It freaked him out, but in a kind of good way.

There was no way he was going on a date tonight. Or… maybe he was.

Walking back into the restaurant he found Sam making out with Jack, but it wasn't his Sam, it was the other one. Wait, he thought suddenly, did he just call Sam Puckett his?

"Well this is the weirdest thing ever," commented Spencer, and his little sister nodded.

"Can you two explain to me what exactly is going on here?" Carly asked, looking at both her best friends.

"We made a bet," said Freddie, looking at his shoes. "That one of us had to get a boyfriend/girlfriend before the other. But as you can see-"

He pointed at the two "dates" and sighed. Sam wasn't annoyed, she was relieved but didn't let it show.

"This is totally chizzed up." Sam commented and Freddie nodded.

"So… if Sam's date is kissing Freddie's date… doesn't that make this bet… well… over?" Spencer whispered, to Carly, after the friends took a separate table.

"I don't know… but look…" she said, nodding her head in their direction.

Freddie was holding both of Sam's hands in his and they were talking about something quietly.

"Awww," both the Shay siblings say and leave the pizza place.

No doubt they'll hear all about it when Sam comes over for a sleepover at Carly's place and the brunette girl wouldn't give up until she was satisfied with the Puckett's answer. Meanwhile both Sam and Freddie were oblivious to everything and everyone around them. It was crazy.

"I'm sorry for saying no girl would ever date you."

"I'm sorry for saying no guy would ever date you."

"I'm sorry for being so mean to you."

"You weren't mean…"

"Yes I was," replied Sam. "Punching, slapping, pushing you off of stuff. What's that?"

"Me being stupid and a total coward just because I'm trying to say-"

"I like you.'

"Exactly."

"Wait, what?" They say simultaneously.

"You like me?" questioned Sam.

"Yes, I definitely do like you Samantha Puckett."

"You know, if I wasn't so happy to hear those words come out of your mouth, I would have to punch you."

Freddie laughed and Sam smirked.

Today was a very weird day indeed, but they wouldn't have it any other way.