A/N: Hey readers! This is my first story so sorry if it's not all that good. I hope you guys enjoy! And don't forget to review! xoxo (:

Today had been the last day of junior year for the iCarly trio. Sam had felt a rush of relief as the final bell had rung. It had felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and now she would be able to relax, knowing that she didn't have to be back to that prison they called school till September. Carly, who had last period with Sam, was giddy with excitement. It was finally summer: no school, no work, and no stress. She could finally relax and pour all her focus on iCarly.

Junior year had been harder than they all expected. Sam, who had decided she wanted to actually have a future, was stressing all school year. Their amount of school work just kept piling up which eventually resulted in shorter iCarly segments in order to make time for their studies. Because of this iCarly suffered. Plus with Freddie's part time job at the Pear Store, he was unable to update the site as frequently which resulted in the loss of a few hundred viewers. Thankfully it was summer and they would all be able to focus more on their web show.

The two girls met up with Freddie at their lockers. They all said their good-bye's to the friends they wouldn't see during summer, agreed to make plans with the ones they would see, and quickly checked if they had left anything in their lockers before heading off to Freddie's car. He had been able to save enough money to buy a 1998 Toyota T100. The red paint was starting to chip and it had that musty old car smell, but for five thousand dollars it was a good deal.

"I can't believe it," Carly said, getting in the back of Freddie's truck, "the school year went by so quick!"

"True chizz," Sam said between bites of her sandwich. Where she got that sandwich was a mystery to Carly and Freddie. That girl had her ways with getting her hands on food.

"No kiddin'," Freddie said, buckling his seat belt and starting the engine, "I can't believe were gonna be seniors!"

"I know it seems like yesterday we were starting iCarly, making fun of Ms. Briggs' pointy boobs," Carly said reminiscing on the good ol' times.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said, quickly changing the subject, "we're all getting old. You gonna go or not Frednub?"

"Seatbelt," Freddie said, eyeing her unbuckled seat belt.

"Seatbelts are for weenies," Sam stated defiantly.

Freddie's eyes narrowed and Sam responded by glaring back at him. Their glares became more intense making Carly roll her eyes. They were at it again. Sure, this was better than them bickering and yelling at each other, but these "staring contests" could go on for days. Well, that was an exaggeration, but you get the point. It was as if they were having a conversation with their eyes, silently trying to out-do the other. During these moments, it was as if the two were in their own world.

Carly glanced at the clock impatiently. It read 1:45. Normally, they would have been off to Bushwell by now but because of these two and their "staring contest" they were still at Ridgeways parking lot. Carly finally sighed, reached over from the backseat, grabbed Sam's seatbelt, and buckled her up.

"There," she said, breaking the silence, "we can go now."

Freddie smirked at Sam triumphantly to which she jutted out her bottom lip and pouted. Freddie let out a muffled laugh and reached over to the passenger side to open the glove compartment. He reached in grabbing a pack of Fat Cakes he had stored in there and handed it over to Sam who smiled at the site of the pink packaging. He smiled, that lop sided smile of his, and began backing out of the parking lot.

Carly smiled, rolling her eyes. She didn't understand those two sometimes. They could be arguing over a popsicle one minute and next thing you know they'd be sitting on a beanbag together sharing a bag of fladoodles. They still fought though, but it was in a friendlier manner. Their friendship had definitely grown stronger over the years. Even to a point in which Freddie could understand Sam almost better than Carly could. It even shocked Carly sometimes.

The trio made their way to the Shay's apartment. When they entered, they were greeted by balloons, streamers, and very loud party popper all courtesy of none other than Spencer Shay.

"Surprise! I threw you guys a graduation party!" Spencer said, flailing his arms in the air with excitement.

"Spencer, we graduate next year," Carly stated, trying to hold back her laugh.

"What?" he said baffled "But Gibby said…"

"That explains it," Sam said, taking her place on the couch, feet sprawled across the coffee table.

"So you're not graduating…"

"Not till next year Spence," Freddie answered, plopping down next to Sam.

"Oh," Spencer said, a bit disappointed. He took the seat between Sam and Freddie, the adrenaline from the teens "graduation" party fading.

"That's gonna be coming up faster than we know it though," Freddie added.

"Yeah," Carly agreed, taking a seat on the chair near the counter, "I feel like things are moving by so fast. Sometimes I wish we could just make it all slow down. There's still so much I wanna do."

"Same here. Next thing you know we'll be goin' off to college, starting a family," Freddie said, his voice growing softer. Silence took over, as the three teens and a Spencer were lost in their own thoughts.

Sam shifted on the couch, clearly uncomfortable; however, this went unnoticed by her two friends who were too engulfed in reminiscing in the past. The thought had never sunk into Sam. She never really thought about how close the future was. She never was the type of person to think ahead. That's why it wasn't until then did she ever come to think that soon enough they would be seniors, then they'd be off to college, later to start a career and finally a family. The thought had made Sam uneasy.

"Hey, remember that one time when Spencer had to dress up as a lady," Carly said, recollecting an old memory.

"Which one time?" Freddie asked chuckling, remembering the multiple times Spencer had to dress up as a woman. Carly laughed, obviously remembering and Spencer soon joined in.

"What about that one time when Sam and her mom had to go in that coo coo box?" Spencer said.

He smiled and turned to Sam, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, the whole conversation. "Hey kiddo," Spencer said, nudging her arm snapping her out of her thoughts, "You 'kay? You've been pretty quiet."

Carly and Freddie looked at their blonde friend concerned.

"Oh, uh must be lack of ham. I think I'm gonna go to the store to grab some. You know how mama gets when she doesn't have any ham," Sam said patting her stomach. She wasn't one to talk about her feelings.

"Of course," Carly said, smiling and rolling her eyes playfully. Freddie however was a bit concerned still. He saw through Sam's mask of lies and knew that something was troubling her.

Sam got up from the couch, stretching. "Be back in a few. Need to ham it up," she said, heading out of the Shay's apartment.

In truth, Sam didn't even feel like eating ham, surprisingly, but she couldn't just go back to the Shay's apartment. So she went to the place she had always gone when she was troubled.

Sam sighed, leaning her head back on the window frame. One leg was propped up on the window sill that she sat on while the other dangled out on the fire escape. She absentmindedly looked out into the distance where buildings and towers jutted up. The sound of car horns and shouts of angry drivers trying to beat the mid-afternoon rush could be heard from a distance, but this all went unnoticed to the blonde who was deep in thought.

Things were going by too fast and she did not like it. There was so much she still hadn't experienced, so much she wanted to do. Sure, she was only seventeen but she wasn't getting any younger! Next school year she'd have to concentrate on her studies in order to get into a good college and next summer she'd have to be looking for colleges and preparing to start her future and what not. Then after that it was all downhill. She would never have a moment like this again. Right now, she didn't have to worry about college or work or family. This moment was hers, but was it enough time?

"Knock knock," a voice sounded beside her, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Sam sighed, slightly out of shock and a bit out of relief. "How'd you know I was here?" she said, not making eye contact with him.

"I had a hunch," Freddie replied, smirking. He took a seat on the window sill, mimicking her position. A moment of silence passed before Freddie finally broke the silence. "So what's wrong?"

Sam averted her eyes from the Seattle scenery and looked at Freddie. Her eyes widened before quickly narrowing. "What makes you think something is wrong, nub?" Sam asked defensively.

"Well you're here aren't you," Freddie said, motioning to the fire escape with his hands. He really knew her. He knew well enough that Sam always came here. He didn't know why but he knew that when Sam was here, there was something on her mind.

It was silent for a moment. A slight breeze had picked up tousling her hair a bit. The car horns had ceased and you could hear the slight sound of birds chirping. However, the silence between the two was so deafening, it went unnoticed.

Freddie gazed at Sam, studying her features. Her nose wrinkled as her face contorted in anger. A few years ago, Freddie would have been running away from fear at that face, but now the abrasive blonde had grown on him and he had learned to not run. He would be lying if he said she didn't bite anymore. He had just learned to take it like a man because that was how Sam was and he accepted it, though at times he still found himself infuriated with the blonde.

"Nothing's wrong," Sam said irritated. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked back out.

"You can't lie to me Sam"

"And why can't I?"

"Ha! So you do admit there's something wrong?"

"What? No! I'm out of her nub." Sam began to get up, frustrated at Freddie. Who did he think he was?

"Wait! Sam," Freddie pleaded, swiftly grabbing her wrist. "C'mon, stay. Look, I just want to know what's wrong. I'm your friend Sam. You can trust me. I.. I am your friend right?"

Freddie stared at Sam intently. His gaze could practically bore holes through a brick wall. Sam looked back at him, her eyes softening. What was happening to her? Sam Puckett was turning into a softy.

"You're my friend. Nub." Sam said, sitting back down. Freddie sighed in relief.

A few moments of silence passed when Sam stepped out on to the fire escape, leaning her arms on the rail. She gazed at the buildings that protruded up from the ground and inhaled deeply closing her eyes. Freddie remained silent, entranced with the way the suns rays hit Sam's hair, making it glow and the way the slight breeze-

"Look," Sam said, interrupting Freddie's thoughts, "it's just all this talk about going on to senior year and college and just growing up is just getting to me."

Another moment of silence passed.

"I get you," Freddie said, " I know what you mean. Like things are going by so quickly."

"Yeah," Sam said, keeping her gaze on the Seattle scenery, "I dunno why it's bugging me this much though. It's just that there's so much I want to do like skydiving or rock climbing. Extreme Fat Cake fights!"

Freddie chuckled, "That's something everyone needs to add to their bucket list," he said sarcastically.

They both laughed, before settling into a comfortable silence.

"Hey!" Freddie said, breaking the silence and causing Sam to turn around and stare at him, "What if you made a bucket list, but instead of things to do before you die, we make it things we do before the summer ends. Same concept and everything and I can help you complete it."

Sam's face contorted in thought. Perhaps this was the answer. "And we could put anything on the list?" she asked, considering the idea.

"Yeah!" Freddie said, enthusiastically.

"So you'll help me with this?"

"Of course."

"Freddie?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks"

"Umpf! Ow."

"Tell anyone about this little moment and you'll regret it."

And like that she was gone, leaving him with mixed emotions and a bruised arm.

A/N: The ending felt a bit weak and OCC. Sorry about that. I'll do better next time! Hahaa. ;P