This whole story is inspired by fifteen seconds of the movie "Just One Of The Guys." The storyline isn't this same, and there is absolutely no crossdressing in this, but I will give credit where credit is due. This is also inspired by my best friend, who is already worried about who she's asking to prom. And on top of that, inspired by all the Seddie things that have been happening. Thought I'd get this in before the big episode changes everything, hopefully. This is the first non-oneshot I've done with Seddie, so bear with me. It's still going to be short, but I have quite a few ideas for it. Please review, they make me write faster.

iGo To Prom
Chapter One: Dorks and Dresses

"But it's PROM!" Carly stressed, as if Prom was the end-all-and-be-all of human existence. I shook my head, and closed my locker. This had been going on since the beginning of the school year, but she had picked up speed since the posters starting appearing on the walls of our school.

"Carly, who would I ask? I don't like anybody, and you already have a date," I said, trying to drop the subject. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go to prom, let alone go with a girl.

"But you have to ask someone!" she tried to tell me. I started to explain to her that going stag would be ten times cheaper than asking someone, and that I really didn't want to wear a fuchsia cummerbund for anyone. She interrupted me and explain the value this would have on my future, and how I will always remember the girl I went with, and that going stag was for losers, and how I really wasn't a loser, even though even I knew that I was.

I cut her off, "If I ask someone, will you leave me alone?"

She looked confused. I guess she didn't think I would give in that easily. Actually, neither did I. But I was tired of hearing about Prom. I could only hope that after having a date, she would leave me alone.

She nodded before asking, "Who are you going to ask?"

I looked past her shoulder just as Sam arrived at her locker. Carly turned to see where I was looking, and I could see that she was about to comment, so I told her to wait where she was before she could say another word.

I walked over to Sam, already regretting my stupid idea. She was busy stuffing books into her locker and didn't see me coming. I was glad. She didn't have a chance to run that way.

I could feel Carly's eyes on my back, and by god I was going to give her a show. When I reached the locker bank, I leaned one arm against the locker next to Sam's and leaned toward her. She spun around, and I flinched out of habit.

"Benson, you have five seconds…" she said through her teeth. She looked behind me to what I assumed was Carly's shocked face.

"Hear me out," I said hopefully. All I needed was for her to castrate me here in the middle of the hall.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, but whispered, "Fine, sixty seconds."

I'm not even sure what I said next, because I got it all out in about four seconds. It went something like, "Iknowyoudon'thaveadatetopromandneitherdoiandcarlywontleaveusaloneuntilwedosowhatdoyousay?"

Her brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend the question, but she started to look surprised as she figured out what I'd said. Hell, even I was surprised at what I'd just said.

"Huh?" she said, even though she knew what I'd said. But she of all people deserved an explanation.

"Well, considering how much Carly has been pestering me, I'm sure she's been pestering you twice as hard since you're a girl. And I really don't want to ask anybody, and I don't think you want to either. If you have better options, well fine, turn me down, but Carly will make us go, and she will make us stay together all night so we might as well…go together," I said, nervously, forcing myself to say it slowly.

She stood there and thought it over, "You're asking me to Prom?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, it doesn't have to be a real date, but we have to ask someone. And I mean…"

"Okay," she said, stopping my mouth with an oddly gentle hand.

"Rffly?" I asked, my response muffled by her hand. She took it away and wiped it off on her jeans, nodding quietly.

"Carly and I are going shopping for dresses after school. I guess I'll let you know what color dress I get so we can match, I guess. I mean, only if you want to. For the pictures, and stuff…you know, not that I care…" she tried to shrug it off, but I knew she was excited. Admittedly, so was I.

"No, that'll be great. Just call me or something…"

"Or I could tell you at school tomorrow?" she said. I was babbling like an idiot, and I knew it. I just couldn't make it…stop.

"Oh, right yeah. I'll see you later then," I said, before I could embarrass myself even more. She nodded, and closed her locker, smiling as she walked in the direction of her next class.

I took a second to put myself together before I walked back toward Carly. I barely paused as I passed her, only leaning over to whisper, "Happy?"

-

"So, exactly what did he say?" Carly prodded. If only Fredward had picked a different day to ask me to Prom, I could have avoided all this questioning. I had been dodging questions by darting between racks of fluffy dresses, trying to find a dress without really trying to find a dress, for almost an entire hour.

"Carly, I don't know what you want me to say? He asked me to Prom, I said yes," I paused in front of what I have already dubbed the "Pepto-Bismol Rack" before shaking my head and turning toward a rack of blue dresses. I've always been told blue was my color because it brought out my eyes. It was also Freddie's favorite color. Not like I cared. But I did, and I knew it.

"Yes, but why?" she asked as she darted over to the rack of grape-soda colored dresses.

I was glad the rack hid me, because I knew I was blushing, "I don't know why he asked me. I guess it was convenient…"

She hopped so she could see me over the rack, "I know why he asked you! But why did you say yes?"

"Who else was I going to ask? Plus, we would have hung out together all night anyway," I answered, because the arguments in my head weren't quite so convincing. Because I want to. Because for the first time this year, I'm actually looking forward to Prom.

Carly finally seemed to decide that I wasn't about to give her the details. We quietly searched the racks for another ten minutes before she added, "So you guys are coming in the limo with Griffin and I, and Gibby and Gabby?"

"Gibby and Gabby? Are they a package deal?" I asked as I shuffled halfheartedly through more sequined monstrosities.

"Personally, I think she's his cousin. I mean, who would go to Prom with Gibby?"

Yeah, and who would go to Prom with Fredward? Oh, no wait…I started laughing. Carly leaned around the side of a rack to look at me and I held out the nearest dress, a sequined purple silk number, and asked, "Who would wear this?"

"I would!" she said as she took the dress from my hands. "I'm going to try it on!"

Great. Now I needed to find a dress. My eyes caught a royal blue ball gown. It looked like nothing I would ever wear, but at the same time, it was perfect. I held it up to my body and started smiling.

"You have to get it!" I heard. I looked up to see Carly wearing the purple dress, a look of astonishment on her face. "Freddie will love it."

I was tempted to pretend I didn't care, but instead I said, "You think so?"

She nodded and pushed me toward the dressing room. As I stepped into the dress, I knew this was it. I had the perfect dress, the perfect, yes, perfect date, and I was going to Prom.

-

I looked up from my laptop as my phone buzzed on the tabletop. For a second, I hoped it was Sam, which I can't explain. I picked up the phone, smiling when I saw the Caller ID.

"Hey Sam," I said, shutting the laptop to keep from getting distracted. I couldn't help but smile.

"Royal blue," she said quietly. Most people would have questioned why she called me, but I understood.

"Thanks," I answered. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Fredward," she said glumly, but I could tell she was smiling. I hung up the phone and smiled, before I yelled, "Mom, we're going to the Tuxedo Shop tomorrow!"

"Why?" she yelled back from the kitchen. "Fredward, why are you yelling?"

"I'm going to prom! I'm going to prom..."

I have some very interesting things on the way, and I'm pretty sure this will end up being either a three or four shot deal. Links to the dresses are in my profile. Anyway, please review, and tell me how I'm doing. I'll update soon!