Hey guys! Thank you for clicking this story! This plot bunny just kept staring at me while I did my plates, and so I decided to finally cave in and write this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, or any of the characters in this story. They are created by Dan Schneider, who is an awesome dude.


Chapter 1

Enough Is Enough

Benson's Apartment, Evening.

"Quit it Mom!" Freddie yells for the umpteenth time as he slammed the door shut in his mother's face. He normally wouldn't be so rude, or risk hurting his mother, but he just couldn't take it anymore. His mother was driving him nuts! Just today his mother had made him do every single thing that was on her 'Check Freddie for (blank)' List. That included checking his hair for lice, his shoulders for dandruff, his mouth for cavities and or plaque, his face for signs of abnormality, his body for broken bones, his skin for lesions, cuts scratches and every other thing that might be wrong with him.

"Freddie, open the door! I have to make sure you don't have ticks in your –"

"For the last time, I don't have ticks!" he screamed. Exasperated, he strode up to his bed and dumped himself on it, covering his head with a pillow. This was getting old. He really wanted his mother to stop. He was 16 years old for crying out loud! He's old enough to get a driver's license, which, of course, his mother won't let him get. She's afraid once he learned how to drive he'd jump the nearest vehicle and go far, far away from her.

He silently promised himself that he would sneak out and take those driving lessons.

Mrs. Benson just wouldn't give up. She kept banging at the door like the house was on fire. Finally, the door went silent.

Freddie sighed in relief. Then he realized what his mother was going to do: get the keys.

He jumped out of bed and ran to get a chair to put under the doorknob for a stopper, and just when he did, his mother pushed the door open a tiny bit.

"Mom, lay off!" he tried, putting his weight on the door so his mother wouldn't open it any more than it already is.

"At least take this magnifying glass!" she said, holding out said object in her hand through the door. Freddie had to ease up a bit on the door, fearing he might hurt his mother's hand. "Since you are a big boy now, I'll let you check for yourself!"

Wow, that was more freedom than he used to have when it came to his hygiene. He decided to widen his options. "If I do it will you leave me alone?"

"Yes!" his mother replied hurriedly, then catching herself, added, "Until dinner, because you need those nutrients in your body or else you won't grow and –"

"Mom!" Jeez, what's it take to get his mom to cut it out?

Mrs. Benson surrendered. "Okay!"

With a sigh, Freddie took the magnifying glass from her hand, and as soon as it disappeared, he shut the door behind him. He tossed the object on his chair and grudgingly went back to his current position in bed.

Finally, he thought, a little peace and quiet.

Just then a voice came from the other side of the door. "You better be checking for ticks, young man!"

He groaned.

Why oh why can't his Mom stop obsessing over every little thing about him?

.:SEDDIE:.

Puckett's Apartment, Midnight.

Somebody knocked on the door. It was barely audible due to the fact that the TV was turned up so high. Pam was sitting on the couch, wearing her newly-bought bikini. She was stretching it out, as she always does with her new swimwear.

Finally the knocking was heard, although it was more of banging. She grudgingly tore her eyes from the screen, and without making any effort to cover herself, opened the door. A police man stood opposite her, and in front of him stood a certain girl with blonde, unruly curls. He had a shocked expression on his face, while the girl had an annoyed one on hers.

"May I help you, officer?" Pam coyly asks, lifting her eyebrow in a suggestive manner. Sam looked up at her with a disgusted look.

Once the officer shook himself out of it, he spoke up. "Is this your daughter, Ma'am?"

"Depends," she said, stepping forward, "Are you married or what?"

"Give it a rest, Mom!" Sam called, taking a step forward into their house. The cop pulled her back and rooted her to place.

Pam looked at her and shrugged. "Yeah, she's my kid. What trouble did she get into now?"

"We caught her shoplifting at a meat shop just down the street," the cop dutifully reported. "She was stuffing her jacket with bacon."

Pam shifted her gaze to her daughter incredulously. "What in the world possessed you to do that?"

Sam glared at her then grumbled, "I was hungry! You refused to go out and buy something and there was no food in the fridge. So I go out with the intention of buying food myself, but then I realize I didn't have any money on me, so I figured I'd just steal some bacon from the meat shop."

The officer and her mother both gave her looks.

Her mother was slightly guilty, but in an 'i-slipped-up-so-what?' way. The officer looked at both of them disapprovingly.

"I was gonna go back and pay them when I had the money!" Sam rolled her eyes.

"And when will that be?" Pam countered.

"When you stand up from your lazy butt and get a job!" her daughter said in the most insulting voice she could muster.

The pair was steaming up for a fight. The officer cleared his throat to get their attention. They reluctantly shifted their gaze on him.

"For now we will just give her a 2nd degree warning. But the next time she gets caught stealing there'll be a car to juvie."

"Yeah, yeah," was Sam's nonchalant reply. As if she hasn't heard that before.

"Thank you officer, for giving my daughter a second chance," Pam said in a low voice, "If you're ever available, I'd be happy to show you my gratitude."

Sam almost puked right then and there. She swears her mother could be inappropriate at the worst of times.

The cop maintained his composure, though you could see the scared look in his eyes. "It's her third chance, Ma'am. Good day." And with that, he hurried to his car.

Pam walked back to the living room as Sam entered their apartment and shut the door. Her mother just resumed watching TV like nothing happened. Usually, when a cop comes up to your house saying your daughter shoplifted, you'd explode on her and send her to her room with a promise of a month's worth of grounding. But in this case, a cop at the door was a normal scenario, and it lost its flare about 4 years ago.

"Well?" Sam started; she was getting irritated with her mother's behaviour.

Silence was her reply. She got angrier and went in between her mother and the television. "Hey, listen to me!"

"Get out of the way!" her mother yelled at her. Obviously whatever show was on was more important to her than talking to her daughter.

Sam angrily grabbed the remote from the side table and turned the TV off. "Quit watching and just listen to me, okay?"

Realizing she had no other choice, Pam complied.

"Look," she started, "I'm tired of you not giving me any attention at all, okay? And I don't like it how you don't seem to care whether I'm hungry or not! You've got to feed me, because that's what mothers do!"

"You can get food by yourself, you're old enough to know!" was Pam's casual reply, as if Sam was the one at fault.

Sam was furious. How can her mother be so conceited? "Yeah well I can't get it by myself if I don't have money, now do I? I can't just walk in and steal the bacon whenever you don't feed me!"

"Well, then next time don't get caught!"

And that is an answer only my mom would say, thought Sam as she rolled her eyes.

"I could always just pay for it, like a normal decent person would," she said in her 'I-have-an-idea' voice.

Pam snorted. "And where are you gonna get the money to do that?"

"When you get a job!" Sam almost screamed. Her voice was 2 deadly octaves away. "But you're too lazy to get up your lazy butt!"

Her mother looked offended, and before they went out on a full-pledged screaming fight, Sam left for her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it good. She has a set of 4 locks, all installed for extra safety and security (from the cops, ironically).

It was her haven, the only sane place in this insane home. She walked up to her bed and unceremoniously laid on it, her back to the mattress, staring at the ceiling. She reached into her jacket and took the small pack of cooked-but-frozen ham she managed to hide from the inspection. It had thawed out as she opened it and took a slice, popping it into her mouth. The sweet taste of ham wrapped around her tongue and she sighed, but it wasn't the happy, contented sigh every time she has meat. It's one of worry, signalling she was in deep thought. She was contemplating whether her mother was even capable of taking care of her.

Just then, a loud banging on the door caused her to sit up.

"I smell ham in there! You better not be keeping any food to yourself!"

Sam rolled her eyes.

When will her mother actually show she cares about Sam, or even acknowledge her existence as her daughter?

She was really getting bummed out about this chiz.

.:SEDDIE:.

Mitch sighed in irritation. Boy do these two have drama. And he thought that Carly Shay kid had it bad.

"Well then," he said, rubbing his hands together, "It's time to get me a new platter of chicken wings."


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