Stormy Night

AN: Sorry I haven't updated ANY of my stories for the last few… uh… months. I've been super busy. As a treat, enjoy this new Seddie fic when they are 12 years old!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Apple or iCarly or anything trademarked or copyrighted or whatevered.

Boom! Crack! The sky was lit up as a streak of lightning hit the hard surface of the moist ground. Sam, 12 years old, groaned and slipped under the covers with her sister's iPhone and a ham sandwich. Furiously, she tapped away a message to her BFF Carly and her frenemy Fredward Benson.

SamHam01: Hey Carls. Hey, Freddork. I hate this this storm! It's worse than going bikini shopping with my mom!

CCCCarly!: Hey Sam. What's up, Freddie? Spencer is out in the yard of our house trying 2 use the lightning 4 a stupid sculpture.

FredHead21: Hey, Carly! Hey, creature! My mom is rubbing anti-storm ointment on me. Gross.

Sam giggled. Freddie's mom's geeky ways made her crack up. She was always an overprotective mother. At least, ever since Sam had known her. She and Freddie lived in a raggedy old apartment in Bushwell Plaza, where Carly was planning on moving to next year. Carly now lived in a small house in Sam's neighborhood, and Sam could call her whenever she wanted.

SamHam01: FredHead21? That's the screen name u came up with this time? I'm disappointed in you, FredHead.

Freddie had used dorky screen names ever since his mom saw one of his screen names and deemed it "inappropriate for his age". It was HotRider77. Ever since, he was forced to use names like Techaholic and ComputerWhiz. Not that those were false. Fredward sure loved his video camera.

FredHead21: My mom chose it for me. She's been super strict ever since YOU hacked into my account and used the screen name ILovePigsandI'mOneToo!

CCCCarly: Hey hey, no fighting you guys. I already have 2 see 2 many fights. Spencer made me watch Punch Until Your KOed for three hours straight, just so I cud try to get some inspiration for a sculpture!

SamHam01: I luv that show! BTW I have 2 go. Melanie wants her iPhone back. CYA L8R!

Soon after, Freddie and Carly logged off. Sam gave Melanie back her phone. Then, she laid back on her comforter and conked out into a deep sleep.

*Dream*

Lots of blue and purple swirls dotted the magenta night sky and Sam walked across the oranged, yellow, and green plaid grass.

She could hear Freddie's voice in the distance – "Sam! Sam!" – sounding distressed. She climbed up the steps to Bushwell Plaza and pushed open the door to be greeted by nasty old Lewbert in a beige suit and a fake mustache.

Hurrying up the stairs, she wished she had taken the elevator. Her feet felt like cement blocks as she dragged herself upwards. Finally, she reached Freddie's door.

Inside, Freddie lay paralyzed on the floor. Sam gently stepped over to him. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, "Sam… oh, Sam… I-I-I love you." Then, his head lay back on the floor, and didn't move since.

"Freddie! Freddie! FREDDIE!" Sam yelled.

Freddie, along with everything else, was fading… fading… fading…

*End Dream*

"FREDDIE!" Sam screamed, sitting upright in her bed. Blinded by the morning light, she stuffed her face back into her pillow. It was morning already? How long had she slept? She checked her alarm clock. 9:30 AM? She groaned a laid back down.

Melanie came rushing into the room. "Would you please shush? I'm trying to talk on the phone here!" She pointed to her iPhone, which she was holding to her ear.

Sam sat up and mumbled, "Sorry. Just had a bad dream." With that, she got up and put on some fresh clothes. (After Melanie left, of course!)

Melanie rushed back in just as Sam slid a top over her head. "A text. For you." She held out the phone to Sam and Sam snatched it.

It read, did u get my message? –Freddie

Sam screamed and bolted out the door, taking along an English muffin, leaving Melanie to wonder what the hell that was about.

Sam kept on running and running and running until she skidded to a stop in front of Carly's house. She went through the back door – they always keep it unlocked – and sprinted up the steps to Carly's room. Carly was sitting crisscross applesauce on her bed, weaving friendship bracelets for all of the Sunshine Girls.

Carly, startled, fell backwards off her bed. Frazzled, she shakily stood up and asked, "What was that all about?"

"Sorry Carls," Sam replied. "Just… A weird coincidence."

Just then, a message popped up on Carly's cell. From Freddie. Carly read it aloud: "Carly ask Sam if she got my message."

Sam again screamed. Carly covered her ears. When the screaming stopped, she asked, "Uh, Sam? What the heck was that all about?"

Sam, not wanting to make Carly think she liked Carly because she didn't, so she kept her mouth shut, prompting Carly to ask, "SAM?"

Sam sighed and lied, "Sorry. Freddie has me on edge lately. He's been trying to prank me, the little nerd."

But, inside her heart, Sam knew that the message Freddie was talking about was about her dream, until she went over to Carly's computer and checked her email.

From: FreddieBee

To: SamLuvsHam

Subject: Do you want to go to the park with me and Carly? I have snacks.

Hey Sam,

There's a new park called Skate & Plate that has an indoor playground, outdoor playground, a picnic area, a skate park, and a pool in the summertime. Want to go with me & Carly tomorrow?

-Freddie

Sam slowly breathed out a sigh of relief. That wasn't the message he was talking about. Or was it? Slowly, Sam scrolled down.

P.S. Did u get my message?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sam screamed once again.