A/N This is the first time one of my stories got so many reviews in such a short time! Thanks so much to you reviewers! And I realised that there is another story, of the same name by author SeddieandMe. Which is really good (the story, not the fact that we have the same title).
Disclamer: I do not own Spencer Shay, Sam Puckett, Freddie Benson, Carly Shay, Gibby Gibson or the Grand Canyon. However, I do own the plot of the story.
iFake Date
"Dating? What do you mean by dating?" Carly stared at first Sam, then Spencer. "What do you mean?"
Sam couldn't answer. She was studying Freddie intently, still trying to figure out the expression.
"Sam?" Carly now looked more concerned than angry. "What did you-"
Spencer finally answered. "It just means we're dating, Carls."
Carly grabbed Sam, who was still in a daze, and pulled her towards the kitchen.
"Sam! What did he mean, what did you mean, and why are you not listening?" Carly shouted, but at the volume of a whisper.
Sam came out of her daze. "Not now, Carly, I'm tired."
And indeed she was. Tired of all the questioning, tired of all the thinking. She wanted to take a nap, even though she didn't mind having some of the popcorn first. She didn't really know what to do.
Wait. She did. She wanted to go over to Freddie, shake him and ask him if he was jealous.
"Sam!" Carly was shocked. "What happened when I wasn't here? Did you..." Carly didn't want to finish her question. She didn't know what to ask either.
"No, no, nothing, Carly! It's just that I ate a lot of popcorn and now I'm too drowsy to think straight, unless I get more popcorn."
Carly moaned. "At least tell me why you suddenly decided to date Spencer."
In the living room, the artist and the technical producer stood together.
"Hey, why are they taking so long, and what are they talking about?" Spencer whispered.
"I don't know! Why did you suddenly start dating the blond headed demon?" Freddie whispered back.
"I don't know either! Why are we whispering?" Spencer replied, in a whisper.
"I don't know! Why are they staring at us?"
"Carls, why are they staring at us?" Sam whispered, staring back at Freddie and Spencer.
"I don't know!" Carly was getting more and more frustrated. "Let's just go back to them, okay?"
They rejoined their companions in the living room.
"What did you talk about?" Freddie asked, directing his question at precious Carly, Sam observed.
"Girls talk." Carly answered grumpily.
"Why'd you whisper, then?" Freddie pressed on.
"Do you not understand what it means by "Girls Talk", Freddifer?" Sam snapped.
Freddie didn't know, but he decided against asking.
Silence.
Spencer broke it. "You guys want popcorn?"
Answers of "Yes, please", "Kinda" and "Sure" came to him. He grinned and unpaused the movie. "Happy watching."
He reentered the kitchen and tried to see if the popcorn was ready.
"Hey, I'm gonna get the popcorn." Sam got up from the couch and headed for the oven.
Carly felt a twinge of frustration again. Sam was barely separated from Spencer for a few seconds and she already was going to talk to him?
Sam pushed Spencer gently aside. Kneeling down, she stared at the popcorn hungrily through the glass of the microwave.
Spencer knelt next to her. At her questioning stare, he replied, "You're not the only one who likes popcorn."
Sam considered that. "Guess so. Hey, what did you and Freddie talk about?"
"Nothing. You and Carly?" Spencer asked.
Sam blushed. "Girls talk."
Meanwhile, Freddie was tolerating Carly's waves of shock radiating off her body. Finally, she turned to Freddie and asked:
"Can you believe that Sam and Spencer are dating?"
Freddie shrugged. He didn't want to think about it. Not yet. He still didn't think that it was true, that it was some sort of joke everyone had pulled on him.
Which was why he was so indifferent to the fact the Spencer and Sam were dating.
"Popcorn!" Sam carried a bowl back to the living room, placing it in the middle of the table.
She went back to wait for the other bowl, but Carly stood up.
"I'll wait for the next bowl, Sam. You watch the movie."
Sam didn't want to watch the movie. She only wanted to watch the parts with the villains, not the soppy kissing scenes. She shook her head. "It's okay-"
"Just watch."
Puzzled, Sam settled down next to Freddie. Just then, the romantic part of the movie started. Sighing, she reached for the remote and fast-forwarded it.
"Sam!" Freddie stared at her. She seemed more touchy, instead of the enthusiasm that she should be radiating, now that she has a date, Freddie thought bitterly.
"What, Benson?"
"I wanted to watch that part!"
"I didn't." Finally, she had made him feel something. An emotion that she couldn't tell.
"But I wanted to!"
"Too bad."
"Give me the remote!"
"No!"
And on they went. Freddie, obviously unhappy, tried to grab the remote, which ended up as a wrestling match between both of them, which then ended up with both of them on the floor, tugging and pulling.
They looked so cute when they were rolling around together! Spencer thought, amused. I can't believe that Freddie would be so dumb as to think that Sam likes me.
Carly, on the other hand, was not so happy about the floor being used as a wrestling ground. Fetching her handy spray, she filled it with lemonade.
Sam and Freddie, still rolling around on the floor, was oblivious that Carly was standing above them, spraying lemonade at them.
Carly had to use up all the lemonade in the spray bottle before Sam and Freddie noticed that they were sticky.
Carly suddenly felt really, really tired. She headed for the door. "I'll be at Gibby's place."
Spencer glanced up. "Why Gibby's?"
Did he have to know every single thing about her? Carly sighed. "I'm going to help him train his parrot." She turned to Freddie. "You coming?"
"No..." he mumbled, trying to brush away the stickiness of the liquid that had been sprayed onto him. Carly needed a friend at that moment, someone she could confide in. She grabbed Freddie and pulled him out. "At least walk me to Gibby's place."
"Why...woah!" Freddie stumbled out. "I'll be back!" He called out to no one in particular.
Sam and Spencer were left alone in the apartment.
"She isn't taking it too well, is she?" Spencer chuckled.
Sam didn't answer. Freddie seemed indifferent, way too unaffected, for her plan to work. And why was Carly so upset? This didn't seem to be working out that well.
"Freddie isn't jealous." Sam stated, feeling her hopes crumble down. She had thought that he would be shocked or angry.
She stuffed popcorn into her mouth. "I'm going back. Tell Carly, or Freddie, if they ask."
Spencer just nodded. Even the strongest girl would become an emotional wreck sometimes.
A/N Hehe I seem to like putting in author's notes everywhere. So now there's Spam friendship, one sided Seddie and hints of Cam and small Fencer moments.
So, rate it even if you hate it! (Constructive criticism is welcome, but no mean words, please?)