A/N - Another Seddie! This isn't a oneshot so keep checking back for updates. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly

Dares & Dates

"Benson!" Sam snapped. She charged up to the boy at his locker. She grabbed the back of his head and bashed it into his locker door.

"Ow, Sam! What the-." Freddie yelled as Sam grabbed him by his collar, spun him around and pulled him closer. Their faces were just inches apart at this point and all Freddie could do was stare at Sam's menacing expression.

"There are two things you never do Benson: Lie to me, and lie to me about food! Mama don't like it when you lie about her meat." She growled before letting Freddie go and taking a step back.

"Oh come on! You lie to me all the time!" "Yeah but my lies haven't ever gotten you a week of detention, Freddork!"

"Yeah, it is usually two weeks." Freddie said sarcastically, smirking at Sam. "Watch your tongue, Benson...or I will watch it for you."

"When did you get so interested in my tongue, Puckett? Sam's face turned red and she punched him hard in the arm. "Ow...that wasn't fair. I didn't-."

"Life ain't fair, dork!" Sam said with a hint of resentment in her voice. Her face was downcast a moment before she strutted to her locker, slammed her fist against it to get it to open and pulled out a bag of bacon. "Shhh... Mama's got you." She whispered, pressing it to her cheek in a loving way. Freddie smirked. "What, Fredbag?"

"Nothing...I was just wondering how desperate you have gotten that you have to get your affection from a bag of meat." He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed waiting for the hit but it never came. When Freddie opened his eyes Puckett was gone.

Sam hadn't been in English or at lunch which surprised Freddie. Carly had no idea where she could be either. "Maybe she went home?" Carly suggested. "Or maybe she is with a guy!" She smiled so excitedly at that last thought. All Freddie could think was that Carly was such a girl. Then it struck him...Sam was a girl too!

Of course he knew that but it never really crossed his mind before. He noticed Carly's curves and long hair and pretty skin...or at least he had when he had a crush on her still. With Sam, though, it was like coming face-to-face with an angry yet adorable pit bull. The only thing missing was the foaming at the mouth. So thinking of Sam as a girl was hard work.

"Freddie..." Carly's voice sounded faraway. "Freddie!"

Freddie jumped and looked at Carly. "What?"

"You weren't even listening. I said that I am leaving now. I told you about this like six times this month. Spencer's picking me up because we're going to visit Grandad in Yakima. We won't be back for a week. Don't let Sam kill you." She looked a bit irritated but like usual the anger present in her face faded after a few moments. Of course her voice still sounded upset when she tossed goodbye over her shoulder and walked out. Freddie, with nothing better to do, watched her walk out. Actually he was more watching her hair bouncing against her back than her exactly. He wondered what it would be like to have long hair like that. If he had to choose he'd want to have pretty long, blond hair...

"She'll never love you!" Sam sang as she seemed to appear out of thin air and collapsed on the stool next to Freddie.

"I know." Freddie said blandly. "That's why I gave up on her a couple months ago." He tried not to smirk at the shocked expression on Sam's face which he could see out of the corner of his eye.

"We might be able to make a man out of you yet, Benson." Sam gave him a playful punch.

"I could say the same of you, Sam."

"Oh, you think you're so clever, Fredbag. News flash, you aren't! Like a lot of things, you suck at making snappy comebacks. Might as well drop out of the race while you still can."

"If I had known it was a race I would have brought you your saddle and reins."

"You are lucky that it's sloppy Joe day. Or I would beat the chizz out of you." Sam replied, flipping her hair back over her shoulder, standing and getting in the lunch line.

Freddie watched her walking away but his eyes weren't on her hair... No, Freddie...you are not checking Sam Puckett out! Not hat blond haired demon! Never had Freddie felt so confused and scared in his life.

Freddie half-watched half-marveled as Sam finished off three sloppy joes: the one she bought with stolen money, the one she stole from Gibby and the one she made Freddie buy for her. She then proceeded to burp loudly and sprawl out across a few chairs, her hands resting on her stomach.

"Where did to you disappear off to ealier?" Freddie asked, looking down at her head where it rested on the chair next to him, many of her curly locks laying across his lap. She seemed unaware of this but Freddie said nothing.

"None of your business, Fredamame!" She snapped, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. He wondered what was on her mind but since he didn't have telepathy, he would have to ask her. "Come on, Puckett. You owe me. You walked off right in the middle of our con-." He began but her eyes shot open and she sat up.

"Mama don't owe nubs nothing!" She said cooly.

"Sorry but you do, Puckett." He replied, standing his ground. She looked taken aback that Freddie was standing up to her with hiding behind sarcasm. "Whatever!" She threw her arms in the air as if to claim defeat. "I am not telling you where I was, Fredbag so what do you want me to do?"

"Play a game." "I hate games. And you have the lamest games, Freddork." Sam said with a snarky tone.

"How about truth or dare?" Freddie suggested. Just at that moment though the bell rang. Freddie grabbed his book bag and the apple that came with his sandwich but Sam refused to eat. He followed Sam into the hall. "What class do you-."

"I'll play." Sam interrupted.

"What?"

"I'll play! I knew you were dumb, Benson. I hadn't realized that you were deaf too!"

"Lay off, Puckett."

"Truth or dare?" Freddie hissed to Sam in History. The substitute teacher was showing a movie on the civil war so the two figured they could continue their game. Neither had chosen dare yet though and both were afraid to be honest.

"Truth." Sam replied.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

"Yes."

"Who?" Freddie mouthed in surprise.

"One question at a time, Fredward." Sam replied lazily, resting her feet across the desk and tipping back in her seat. She looked just about ready to take a nap.

"Your turn, Sam."

"Huh?"

"Ask the question!" Freddie hissed. "And I don't think you're deaf, just dumb." Sam ignored the insult. "Truth or dare?" She yawned.

"Dare."

Sam slammed her seat forward, looking at Freddie with surprise. Whenever they played in the past he had never taken dare and now that she caught him saying dare...she was ready for some fun. She had to come up with the best dare...one that he would refuse with every fiber of his being but wouldn't be so bad that he just forfeit. It would have to be terrible too, for Freddie to give up. He wouldn't let Puckett win that easily.

"Give me some time. Mama needs to come up with a good dare." Sam cracked her knuckles and Freddie flinched.

The movie finally ended and the bell rang. Both stood and left in silence. The air was filled with tension but neither spoke. Sam was still thinking; Freddie was still freaking out. Finally they reached their lockers and Sam spoke.

"I got it." She said deviously, looking at Freddie like a cat would a mouse. Freddie instinctively flinched.

"I, Sam Puckett, dare you, Fredward Benson to date me for a week."