A/N: Okay so I feel really really really bad about writing this instead of my other fanfic iBought a Donkey. But I am having the WORST writer's block EVER and THIS plot bunny has been bugging me for WEEKS now so I finally decided to write it out… I'm really really sorry and I'll try and get the new chapter of my other fic out soon but in the meantime…. ENJOY! :D

Freddie rushed through the halls of Ridgeway High School, shoving through the packs of teenagers scurrying to get to their lockers, the bathroom, or the main entrance to the school. He looked around for a familiar head of blonde curls, and spotted it directly in front of him, and her locker.

"Sam! SAM!" He called jumping over a recently tripped Gibby, "Hey I need to talk to you!"

Sam Puckett turned her head just in time to see the dork take a hurling leap over the blob that was Gibby's helpless quivering form.

"What do you want Fred-wad?" She inquired, watching Freddie stumble over his own feet after a less-than-spectacular landing, "Can't you see I'm busy trying to get out of this dump?"

Freddie looked around, "Where's Carly?"

"I don't know. I'm not her keeper." Sam said. She looked into her locker to make sure she had everything she needed before she left. She went through her mental list: bag of beef jerky? Check. Pearpod? Check. Money she took from Freddie at lunch today? Check.

Sam smirked as she thought about the last item on her mental list Haha I bet he'll be wondering where his twenty scurried off to... well maybe not.

Sam stared at the mouth that was moving in front of her and realized that while she was daydreaming about how she was going to spend the money she recently obtained Sir Dorks-a-lot was actually talking to her.

"-a date?" Freddie heaved the last words out, seemingly out of breath. Sam blinked.

"Sorry I wasn't paying attention can you repeat what you just said?" Freddie made a pained noise and hid his face in his hands.

"Go on a date with me?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"What was that, Benson? You can't mumble! Mama's got bad hearing." Sam cupped a hand around her ear and leaned towards the brunette boy.

"GODDAMNIT, PUCKETT, DATE ME!" Freddie suddenly exploaded, hands flailing in the air, face red with embarrassment. He looked around at all of the faces that had turned towards them because of the sudden noise. He turned back to Sam, "Please?"

Sam stared at him with wide eyes and her mouth wide open.

"Date you? Like with dinner and fancy clothes and small talk? No way, Benson what are you thinking?"

Freddie, chest still heaving from his explosion, and cheeks still pink from the embarrassing amount of attention it caused looked back at Sam, speculating.

Sam, usually a fan of Freddie's thinking face, seeing as it meant either an entertaining argument or the formulation of a plan to get her out of trouble, was not really excited about that look at this moment.

"Then I have a bet." Freddie stated.

"You… what?" Sam stared at the king of the dorks, whose facial expression was changing from speculation to smugness.

Freddie crossed his hands over his chest, crossed his right leg over his left, and tipped himself over so that he was leaning against the locker situated right next to Sam's.

"I have a bet. I bet that I can take you out, on a date no less, and make you have a good time." He uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off of the locker, and met her steely blue eyes with his defiant brown ones.

Sam licked her lips, assessing the seriousness of this bet. It's true, she's never backed down from a bet before, and she only ever lost when Freddie bet that she couldn't stop insulting him for a week, but this didn't seem to be the same type of deal. It was something that had a different sort of edge to it, something more emotional than what she was used to. The odds were in her favor, no doubt. All that was wasted was one night of her time and she could still win the bet if she went into this "date" with a bad enough attitude, but she was a smart girl (well, street smart) and never went into a bet without knowing the stakes, "As much as I love bets, I need to know the stakes. What do you get if you win?"

"Simple." Freddie smirked, "Another date."

"And if I win?"

Freddie thought for a moment. Finger tapping his lip, "Whatever you want." he stated.

Sam stared at him incredulously. Sure, he wasn't the smartest when it came to betting her, but usually he wasn't this stupid about it. There was no real way for her to loose, she either got to have a great night, all expenses paid (not that there was usually any expense anyways), or she got whatever she wanted out of the baby-faced dork in front of her.

Maybe even both.

It was a stupid idea to even think about missing this opportunity. There was nothing that could really go wrong for her anyways, and she honestly had nothing better to do that weekend besides hang out at Carly's house. A change might be nice.

Especially if it came with rewards.

She stayed silent for a while. Freddie, obviously wishing he just had kept his mouth shut, was fidgeting with his back pack strap and looking up at Sam every few seconds, waiting for a reply.

"Fine." His head snapped up.

"What?" His eyes were wide.

"I said I'll do it, Puddingtop." Sam snapped.

"You'll go on a date with me? Really?" Freddie's newly widened eyes had a look of hope that would be adorable if it were anyone else, but this was Freddie and nothing about that freakish nerd was adorable.

Nope. Nothing at all.

"It's not a date, it's a bet, something that I've never backed down from before so I'm not going to back down from now." Sam shifted her weight to her left foot and crossed her arms, "Don't mistake this for anything it isn't Wad-o-Freddie. There will be no flowers, no pulling out my chair, and no fancy restaurant…unless they serve steak. Mama loves me some steak." Sam took a moment to lick her lips and rub her stomach.

Freddie's lips quirked into a small smile, "And chocolates? Are they out of the question, too?"

Sam took a minute to ponder the question, "No, Freddork. Chocolates are NEVER out of the question."

A/N 2: There you have it! Chapter one! This was originally going to be Freddie asking Sam out and her immediately saying yes, because someone said that wanted to see something about them BEING in a relationship and people's reactions to it, but this is what it ended up as so I kind of failed on that regard… I hope you still like it!

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