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Chapter 1: iValentines Day
(Carly and Sam are at their lockers talking)
Sam: I hate Mondays.
Carly: No doubt.
Freddie: (walks up behind them) Hey.
Freddie: I can't believe that Valentines Day is in 2 days.
Carly: I know. I still need a date for the dance on Wednesday.
Freddie: Well... they say Valentines Day is a great day for people to start dating...
Freddie: I know. But I am a great dancer. If you can't find a date, I'll be yours for the night.
Carly (thinking) <Well, it wouldn't hurt. I mean, I haven't seen him dance, but he is really cute.>
Sam: Those dances make me sick.
(The next day)
Carly: (answers the door after someone knocks) Hey, Freddie.
Freddie: Hey. Have you found a date for the dance yet?
Freddie: The offer is still open.
Carly: (thinking) <Ok. You've had your time to think about it. Just say yes.> Ok.
Spencer: Did I just here that you guys are going to a dance together?
Carly: Don't rub it in.
Mrs. Benson: Freddie! You didn't put on your ointment!
Freddie: (groans) I'm coming! Later.
Carly: (giggles) Later.
(Valentines Day. Carly is at her locker humming Girlfriend and thinking about when Valerie dated Freddie with a look of anger on her face.)
Freddie: Hey. Can't wait for our dance.
Carly: (calms down) Don't think of it as a date, because it's not.
Freddie: Whatever you say.
(Later that day, Carly is getting ready for her dance with Freddie)
Carly: (thinking) <How am I gonna tell him that I like him?>
(her alarm goes off)
Carly: (whispers) I gotta find a way to tell him.
Freddie: (knocks at her door and comes in) Hey.
Carly: I'm ready Freddie.
Freddie: Let's go then.
(at the dance)
Freddie: (thinking) <Am I really here with Carly? It has to be a dream. Usually, she would still say no. Is she starting to like me?>
Carly: (listening to the slow playing music)
Freddie: Wanna dance?
(as they're dancing, they look into each others eyes)
Carly: (thinking) <Tell him Carly! Either kiss him or tell him, but don't just dance with him looking like an idiot!>
Freddie: (thinking) <Does she like me?>
Carly: (thinking) < DO IT NOW!> (kisses him)
Freddie: (sits down)
Carly: I should leave. (leaves)
(The next day, Carly is telling Sam about the dance and her kissing Freddie.)
Sam: You did what?!?
Carly: I kissed Freddie.
Sam: What did he say?
Carly: I left before he could say anything.
Sam: Carly! You're not supposed leave after you kiss a boy!
Carly: How do you know?
Sam: Remember Crazy Carlos?
Carly: (looks down) Hi Freddie.
Sam: I here you guys kissed!
(the bell rings)
Freddie: Oh look! The bell! Bye!
Carly: Freddie wait!