A/N: NEW STORY. It's only going to be three chapters and in takes place BEFORE iOMG.
Let me say that this is a Sam-centric story. I couldn't choose a secondary character because it involves quite a bit of Sam-Carly friendship and Spencer-Sam friendship, as well as Gibby-Sam friendship with just a pinch of Freddie. So... I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

Disgusting, Heavily Tattooed or on Parole

Sam's POV

I first realized that I had feelings of more than just hate towards Freddie Benson the night of the Girls' Choice Dance. It took me longer to admit that I might want to be more than just frienemies with the stupid dork and took me twice as long to be okay with that. Just as I was getting up the courage – I mean, hey, it's a lot to risk here, I don't seriously want to chance our already messed-up friendship – to tell him how I felt, he had to save Carly from the taco truck.

I swear I didn't meddle. I meant what I said about Carly to Freddie, it wasn't just because I wanted a chance with Freddie. I told both of them what I thought. First, I asked Carly about the sudden change and when her response had been, "He's my hero," I thought well, that seems stupid, and it led to my foreign bacon analogy. I wasn't going to force them to break up, but I didn't want Freddie to be as heartbroken as I was when I realized he was still in love with Carly. I mean, you don't take on a taco truck for just anyone, and if I had thought Carly's feelings were sincere I would have backed off completely, after all, I suppose she saw him first.

After they broke up or whatever, I decided that I didn't want to be as upset as Freddie was if we ever gave each other a chance. I decided that nothing was worse the rejection Freddie had faced for nearly every day of his live just for one chance that could ruin everything. I did however find myself spending more time with the nub and without Carly; it's not my fault detention and dork club end at the same time so we ended up walking back to Bushwell together more often than we did not, and I often made him stop and buy me a smoothie. That's just the way it worked out.

Even as we began spending more of our afternoons together I realized that pining after Freddie was not going to do me any good, so when I was in detention and one of the detention regulars said, "Yo Puckett, wanna go on a date?" I shrugged and answered, "Why not?" I mean, I wasn't going to spend my life waiting for Freddie to fall in love with me – I understand that real life doesn't work that way. I would at least try to move on.

So now, here I am, waiting for Doug to pick me up from Carly's. "Sam," Carly says, "I am not sure that Doug's such a good guy,"

"Why not?" I ask, rolling my eyes, but secretly appreciative of the protectiveness and worry Carly feels for me. I ran a brush through my hair one more time and looked at Carly.

"Well…he's Rodney's replacement, he gets stuff illegally and you know…he's… not a good role model," she trailed off.

"I'll be fine Carls," I laugh, "It's just one date,"

"But he's in detention ALL the time!" Carly cries.

"I know, how do you think we met?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Sa-aaam," she complains, then after a few moments, "Promise you'll be careful?"

"Of course Carls," I mean it, I don't lie to Carly, I will be careful.

"Ankle swear?" she asks me because that's the secret "handshake" we came up with years ago instead of pinky swear and we keep our words, in less it's a really bad situation (like when I changed Carly's grade in the computer). I reach out and we complete the sacred ankle swearing ritual.

There's a knock on the door then and I trample down the stairs with Carly hot on my heels, "How do I look?" I ask Carly spinning around, I'm not super dressed up, and just a jean skirt with patterned tights and blue blouse that Carly tells me brings out my eyes.

"You know you look hot," she tells me and I answer the door, as Carly goes to join Spencer in the kitchen.

"Hey Sam, you look hot," Dough greets me.

"Thanks, you don't clean up so bad yourself," I lie. Doug is disgusting, his blonde hair is slicked back with something that looks like gelatin gone wrong, and his eyes are hidden behind a pair of shades (um, what, it's night time?). Whatever, this date is just to get my mind off… nope; there'll be no talking of him tonight.

We don't go to the Groovy Smoothie because I don't want to go anywhere that… he… frequents. Instead we go for wings at a restaurant I know. While we were walking there, Doug grabbed my hand and held it tightly, I cringed but didn't let go; his hand was sweaty. Plus he smelt bad.

We demolish the wings quickly and he says, "So, Sammy, what's next?" and pushes the bill towards me.

"First don't call me Sammy, and secondly we're at least splitting this bill!" I insist, luckily Carly had lent me some money, just in case he wanted to split.

"Ha," he laughs, "You got to come out with me, so you should pay; besides you ate more wings than I did!"

"That makes absolutely no sense," I shout, "First, you asked me out so you should pay, or at least split it, and you're lucky I even went out with you,"

"No one talks to me that way!" Dough screams like a little girl, before stomping away from the table and out of the restaurant. Leaving me stranded and with only enough money to cover half the bill. I take a deep breath, okay, so one date with one loser; it's not the end of the world. You consider dining and dashing as Doug has just done, then remember that you're almost off parole and that you really don't want to get arrested again. Instead I do the more embarrassing thing.

I take my phone out of my pocket and hit speed dial – 1.

"Hey, Carls, can you and Spencer come pick me up? And can you bring $15?" I ask.

It's a mark of how awesome my best friend is when Carly shows up in less than ten minutes, slaps down thirty dollars on the table, and grabs my hand; she pulls me out to the car without saying a word. Spencer's standing outside, leaning against the driver's side door, "That guy's a jerk!" she shrieks puncturing both mine and Spencer's ear drums.

"You okay kiddo?" Spencer asks me and I nod shortly. He opens his arms anyway, and with a slight push from Carly I allow him to hug me, "Don't worry, Sam," he whispers, "You're way too good for him anyway,"

I pull away and into the car, Carly climbs in the other side, and says, "You don't need him you're a Puckett!"

"I know, I've got everything I need in this car," I smile at Carly.

"Including bacon," Carly says, pulling out a Tupperware container from her purse, and handing it to me.

"I knew there was a reason you were my best friend," I tell Carly seriously.

"Only one?" Carly jokes at me.

AN: So I know I shouldn't be starting another story especially when I haven't update 101 Days of Seddie but this idea was stuck in my head. Plus this story is already finished. I've written all 3 chapters already so R&R!