Hello everyone. I have read a lot of fan fiction and have finally decided to try my hand at it. This is my first story, so please understand if there are a lot of mistakes.

I'll take this time to describe what this story is about since the summery did not completely explain it. First of all, this is NOT a songfic. This story is a series of one-shots in Sam and Freddie's life. Not all of them will be in chronological order. The meaning for the story's title is that each chapter's title will be a lyric from a song. The plot of each chapter will be based on that lyric (not necessarily the whole song). Some of the songs are old, some new, all of them favorites of mine.

You can try to guess what song the lyric is from just for the fun of it. I'll try to stay away from the song's title as much as possible. I'm debating on whether or not I'm allowed to tell you what the song is in the next chapter. Please let me know if I can. Well, let's get started. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the songs referenced in the titles.

Chapter 1

Shut up and Put Your Money Where Your Mouth is

Sunday morning at the Shays' apartment started off pretty normal. Well…as normal as it was for its residents. Sam and Freddie came over to the apartment for breakfast, the two got into an argument, Sam shoved a grape up Freddie's nose, Carly scolded Sam, the usual. At around 10:00, the trio was up in the iCarly studio. Carly was sitting in one of the beanbag chairs, working on her math homework. Sam was playing Violin Hero on the rotating studio screen. Freddie was texting on his PearPhone.

"Yes!" shouted Sam raising her arms in the air. Her two best friends looked up from their activities. Sam put down the violin and did a victory dance all over the room. Carly rolled her eyes and returned to her homework. Freddie just stared. Sam stopped her dancing and picked her violin back up.

"I so rock at this game! Check out the score," said Sam pointing to the screen with her violin bow. Freddie looked at the screen to see a score of 389,486 points.

"Wow, that's pretty good Sam," said Freddie.

"'Pretty good'? This is the score of a master. Nobody can beat me at this game."

"That's not possible. There are over 6 billion people in the world. There's bound to be someone better at this game than you."

"Yeah right," said Sam as she started up the next song and began to play. "The people of the world can try all they want, but they will bow down to me after I kick their butts at this."

"I know you are really good at this game Sam, but you can't say that there is no chance of anyone ever winning a game against you."

Sam snorted at his comment. "I said it once and I'll say it again. Absolutely nobody can beat me at this game."

Freddie stood up and looked at Sam with determination in his eyes. "You wanna bet on that?"

The bow on the violin froze in mid-strum. Carly immediately stopped writing in her notebook and looked up at her friends. After a few seconds, the arm holding the violin bow slowly came down to Sam's side. Then the blonde turned around to look at Freddie.

"Did Freddenstein Benson just challenge me to a duel?"

Freddie crossed his arms and smirked at her. "Maybe I did."

Sam smirked back at him. Carly looked back and forth between her friends with an expression on her face that was a combination of "Here we go again" and "This should be interesting."

"You think you can beat me at Violin Hero?"

"I happen to be pretty good at this game. I think I can hold my own against you."

Sam put down her violin and walked toward Freddie until she was face to face with him.

"I accept your challenge Fredwart. What are the terms?"

Carly put down her notebook and pencil and stood up to walk towards the pair. She knew that she had to be there to keep the peace and ensure that it was a fair bet. The trio spent the next few minutes discussing the bet. Sam and Freddie would play against each other for a maximum of 11 songs. Carly would be selecting the songs so that neither player would have an advantage. The person to get the higher score in the most number of songs wins the bet. The loser would then have to do whatever the winner requested. What made this bet even more interesting was that both competitors would not know what their opponent's request is until after the match. Sam and Freddie wrote down their requests on separate pieces of paper and gave them to Carly to look at and decide if they were reasonable. She accepted Freddie's request and Sam's third request. She threw out Sam's first two requests because the first one was too dangerous and the second one would have put Freddie in juvie. Sam and Freddie shook hands to seal the deal. After checking the batteries of both violins and making sure that Spencer's latest sculpture would not shut down the power, the two violinists picked up their weapons and got ready to duel.

"Okay guys," said Carly. "I've made the playlist on this game and both violins are set on difficult mode. Are you ready?"

Both players nodded.

"Then let's get started!" she said and she pressed the button to start the game.

"Prepare to get pwned Fredderson," said Sam as the screen began loading the first song.

"Same goes for you Sammy," said Freddie.

Then the song began and the two started playing.

About 35 minutes passed and the two teenagers were on their final song. Sam and Freddie were tied in the number of songs won, so this song would determine the winner. Sam was currently in the lead, but Freddie was not far behind. Both players were sweating and struggling to get the higher score.

"Giving up Benson?"

"Not a chance Puckett!"

The song was almost over. Freddie received a full point boost and was catching up really fast. Sam quickly used her partially-filled point booster bar to try to rack up as much points as possible. Both players were moving their bows like crazy as the song was finishing in 3…2…1…

The song finally ended and the two teenagers collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. As they started catching their breath, they looked up at the screen. Both pairs of eyes (and Carly's) settled on the scores flashing in the center of the screen.

Sam: 406,790 points Freddie: 407,124 points

Spencer was standing outside his apartment door fumbling for his keys. He just came from the arts and crafts store and was struggling to get his keys due to his arms being full of supplies. He finally managed to get a hold of his keys and started pushing them against the keyhole when the door slid open. Confused, Spencer entered the apartment. He found Freddie sitting on the couch rubbing his left shoulder and stretching his neck.

"Oh, hey Freddie," said Spencer.

"Hi Spencer."

Spencer began setting his art supplies on the coffee table. "I didn't think you'd be in here."

"Yeah, we just got back from school. The girls are upstairs."

"Oh okay. How was school?"

"School was school. Nothing interesting happened today." Freddie continued to rub his shoulder and let out a pained moan.

"You okay there Freddie?" asked Spencer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I had a lot of stuff in my backpack today. My shoulders are kind of hurting from carrying it."

"Do you need a massage?"

"No, that's okay Spencer," said Freddie. Then he stopped rubbing his shoulder and stared straight ahead as if something just occurred to him.

"Actually…" said Freddie. He turned toward the stairs. "Hey Sam! Come down here!" he called.

A minute later, Sam was walking down the stairs. Spencer looked up at her and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sam was dressed up in a French maid outfit. She had on the black short skirt, the white apron, the black high heels, everything. The scowl on her face made her feelings about the situation quite obvious.

"What do you want, nerd boy?" asked Sam unenthusiastically.

"I'm sorry. What was that again Sam?" asked Freddie mockingly.

Sam leered at Freddie. "I mean, what can I do for you, sir?"

Freddie smiled. "That's better. My shoulders are aching right now. Can you rub them please?"

"Yes sir." Sam dragged her feet as she walked toward Freddie. She placed her hands on his shoulders and started squeezing them.

"Uh, what's going on here?" asked Spencer confused beyond belief.

"Sam and I made a bet yesterday. She claimed that nobody could beat her at Violin Hero and I said otherwise. So we played against each other and I won. Now Sam has to be my maid for a whole week."

"Ah," said Spencer in understanding.

Freddie turned his attention to the blonde maid rubbing his shoulders. "So Sam, what did you learn from all this?"

Sam resisted the urge to release his shoulders and wrap her fingers around his neck. "That there will always be someone in this world who is better at something than me."

"That's correct." Freddie said with pride.

Spencer laughed on the inside at this whole scenario. He took another look at Sam's getup. What was more unusual than the outfit itself was that Sam was also wearing jeans. She absolutely refused to show off her legs and Freddie gave her permission to wear jeans because the thought of Sam's bare legs made him blush.

Spencer looked back at Freddie. "So, what would have happened if Sam won the bet?"

"I would have had to go to school dressed up as the Little Mermaid."

"Wow, that's embarrassing. Although you do have some experience wearing outfits at school. Weren't you dressed up as a clown once?"

"Yeah, but this time I would have had to sing."

"Ah, I see."

Freddie turned his attention back to Sam. "Hey Sam, I'm hungry. Can you make me a roast beef sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and American cheese? And go light on the mayo."

Sam ceased her massaging duties and grudgingly headed into the kitchen for her next task, mumbling to herself about losing to a geek and wanting to cause him a world of hurt.

This was going to be a looooooooooong week.

Well, that's all for Chapter 1. Please review.