Disclaimer: Hey! Unless I got this whole Biology thing mixed up, Dan Schneider is clearly a guy. I, on the other hand, am a girl. So, I don't own iCarly. Or Victorious. Ah, chiz!

After the song at Kenan's, Sam wandered off from Carly's side, trying to find some of that onion dip she had eaten earlier. Carly was talking to that Tori chick anyway, and Fredderly had disappeared into the corner with some black—or was it brown?—haired chick who had dragged him off by the collar of his shirt. Sam hoped she'd tear it off him. It looked horrendously stupid on him.

Not noticing the boy standing in front of her, she accidentally walked into him, then shouted at him in her own defense.

"Hey, Elvis. Watch where you're going, would ya?" She snarled, before looking up, scowling, into his face.

"I'm sorry?" he said, or rather, questioned, raising an eyebrow, slightly amused.. "But I believe you ran into me first."

"Oh. Sorry bout that."

"It's okay." Holding out a hand, he grinned, using another hand to run through his hair. "Beck Oliver."

"Sam Puckett." She replied, taking the chicken she had in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth, slapping the other—hand, that is—into his, gripping it tightly before letting go.

"Yeah, I know."

"Why are—you—dragging—me?" Freddie screeched, as the girl—Jean? Jill?—dragged him into a dark, secluded corner by the shirt, half-tearing it. (He'd have to remember to thank her for ruining it later, though, because now he had an excuse to buy a new one—he wouldn't make the mistake of letting his mother get it from TweedPants. com again, though.

"Because that shirt is completely disgusting and I'm getting rid of it." The girl said, matter-of-factly, ripping off the shirt in one easy pull, smiling deviously.

"Uh. Okay?" Freddie said, getting up from the floor. "You could've just gotten me to take it off, though."

"Eh, where would be the fun in that?" she said, shrugging. "I'm Jade, by the way."

"Freddie."

"Yeah, I know."

"What's with your hair, anyway?" Sam asked, tucking a stray lock of blonde curls behind her ear.

"You know, you're one of the only people to say that about my hair. Most people just go on gushing about it." Beck mused.

"Well, it seems like me and that other person are not most people."

"Jade."

"Who?" Sam asked half-heartedly, her attention drifting off to a platter of quesadillas nearby.

"My girlfriend." He chuckled, running his hand through his hair again.

"R-ight." Sam replied, before biting into the chips and onion dip she'd finally found. "Man, this is one good dip!"

"So..." Freddie had finally managed to get up on his feet, with help from the brunette. (She was amazingly strong. Not that he had underestimated her. He'd learnt his lesson after Sam.)

"Jade." She said, temporarily leaving Freddie confused for awhile, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "That's my name. Jade. West."

"O-kay. That's a nice name."

"You think so?" Jade asked, before glancing Freddie up and down again, as if she was re-evaluating him. "That's what my boyfriend said too, the first time he met me."

"Oh."

"Yeah. His name's Beck."

"Love your show, by the way." Beck said, leaning on the walls, his hands in his pockets, evidently trying to make conversation.

"Really?" Sam asked sarcastically, rolling her icy blue eyes as Beck laughed.

"Yes, really. Is that Gibby guy really that awk-"

"Awkward? Yes he is."

"Oh. Wow. That's really..."

"Really what?"

"Sad."

"Yeap."

"iCarly's awesome, by the way." Jade said, looking at her nails, filing them with a pair of scissors from her pocket.

"Thanks. Wait, you guys watch it?"

"Dude. It's one of the biggest topics on The Slap!"

"Wow."

"That Gibby person, he's that weird in real life?"

"Yeap."

"Figured as much."

"Yeah, pretty much."

After some conversation, in which Sam taunted Beck a little and he retorted back good naturedly, Sam saw Carly looking for her.

"Dude, momma's gotta go." She told him, shoving the empty bowl of dip into his hands. "Here ya go."

"Y'know, I think we could be friends." Beck smiled, taking the piece of paper he had been scribbling in and passing it to her.

"What makes you think that, Elvis?" Sam cocked an eyebrow, smirking.

"Well, you remind me of someone."

"Who?"

"Jade."

"Oh man. I completely lost track of time." Freddie said, looking at his phone. "Carly and Sam will be looking for me."

"Here. Take this shirt." She threw a dark blue tee at him, and he caught it somewhat gracefully, putting it on. Feeling in the pocket, he felt a piece of paper. "Hey, what's this?"

"It's my number and email. Call me sometime. Y'know. As friends." Chuckling as he raised an eyebrow, she replied, making her way out of the room.

"It's just that you remind me of someone."

"Who?"

"Beck."

As the iCarly trio leaves, and they say their goodbyes, Jade puts an arm around Beck's shoulders and Beck returns the favour, this time around her waist, and they smirk—in Beck's case, smile—as Sam smacks Freddie in the arm, the latter falling, groaning and clutching his arm in pain, onto the ground.

"They're gonna get together, aren't they?"

"They're too much like us not to."

"I give them three weeks."

"Two."

A/U

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