A/N: My first spam fic! Okay, so I adore iCarly, and I was listening to Feeling Way Too Damn Good by Nickelback.... and this popped into my head. Of course. I love Spam. Enjoy it for what it is, it's unbeta'd and my first attempt at iCarly. I usually stick with crime shows lol.

Sam Puckett stood in the doorway of her dorm room, tapping her foot, laughing inside her head. Laughing at all those people: "You? You'll never get to college. Not with your record." Or who could forget her step-dad. "Why would you go to college? You're just a bitch who ruined your mother's life. You're not worth educating." And yet, here she was, waiting impatiently for Spencer Shay in the hallway of the third floor of Boston University. So ha. She'd won. They'd lost, and she was damn proud of it.

The problem was, all the silent gloating in the world couldn't make the time go any damn faster. Where the hell was Spencer?

They'd starting dating in the middle of Sam's senior year, as soon as she'd turned legal. Not that anyone knew that, except for Carly and Freddie, who were dating themselves and mostly didn't care. She'd heard the "Break his heart, I'll break your face" line. Which was a lie. Carly couldn't be closer to either one of them. She wouldn't hurt either of them, and Sam and Spencer were close enough that it couldn't be awkward even if they had broken up before she'd left for Boston.

Which they hadn't. Which all brought her back to how she was standing in the hallway tapping her foot. He said he'd be there by five. And it was... oh. 3:26. Well. Maybe she was early. By an hour and a half.

Could she really be blamed? She'd waited a whole semester to see him again, and he was picking her up, and it was almost Christmas... she sat down at her computer desk (her ridiculously small, cramped computer desk) and worked on catching up her emails to her mother. She did it dutifully, even though she'd never fully forgiven her or her step-dad. But still, besides the Shay's, she didn't really have anyone who cared. So she might as well keep pretending.

She bit her thumb. 3:44. Time was taking so very long. Wait, wasn't Seattle on a different time zone? They were on different coasts, so five for him was like... 8 for her? Right? Maybe? Oh, crap, she couldn't wait until 8 o clock to see him! That was like... four hours! Augh!

She can't sit here in her tiny little desk anymore, so she moves to her bed, curling up and trying not to think.

And it must've worked, because the next thing she hears is "Wake up, sleepyhead." She looks out her tiny window and sees stars.

She smiles peacefully, because breathing is so much easier now that he's here. "Join me."

"You think this thing'll hold both of us?"

"You think we're the first couple to lay in a college dorm bed?"

"Touché." He lays down next to her, and she pulls him into her, as close as they can go. Because she needs to touch him and make sure he's really here, and it's not just a really good dream.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?" She doesn't really enjoy being interrupted when she's reliving her dreams with him in mind.

"We've gotta go if we're going to get home by Christmas Eve."

"Okay." She slowly stands up, then wraps her arms around his neck once more.

Because the feeling's just too good to not have it happen once more before reality enters.

And then he chuckles, and she giggles back, and she knows that they'll be a little later than they planned.

And she couldn't care less.

A/N: Just a short Spam ficlet, based a little bit on a Nickelback song. Both of those things belong to their respective creators and I have no ownership over anything. But I wouldn't mind owning Jerry Trainor :] Enjoy, green button and all!