Disclamier: Sam and Freddie aren't mine. The creepy waitior is. And honestly, he's the best part right?
"Ma'm we'll have to set you up with another passenger." The waitor told Sam Puckett, who grounded and sank back into her seat. She was now 21 and the iCarly gang had broken up 3 years ago. Sam hasn't heard from Freddie ever since. She was so deep in thought she didn't even regonize the hunkly brunette who had just sat across from her. "Excuse me, Ma'm?" The brunette asked. Sam looked up and her eyes widened. The brunette laughed. Actually laughed. "Sam?" He asked. Sam just sat there. "It's me!" The brunette said. "Well, obviously." Sam said sarcastically, even though her face was still in shock. The brunette looked at her. "Do you remember me?" The brunette asked. "Of course. I don't believe it but, Frednub Benson." Sam said. That's right ladies and getelemen. What a strange turn of events. Who would have thought that Sam and Freddie would book the same cruise, go to the same restraunt and get the same table? HUH! (I know, I'm weird. Please deal with me for a second this is actually going somewhere.)
And Now Back To Table For Two
Freddie smiled. "So Benson, where've ya been?" Sam asked, actually smiling for once. "I've actually been living in the Bushwell." Freddie said. "Oh My God! I just moved there!" Sam said. They heard the elevator doors open across the room bringing back farmilar memories. Sam got up. "Wait." Freddie said, with a cocky smile on his face. "The elevator doesn't have to be a bad place." Freddie said.
So there ya go. My first fanfiction inspired by my Grandma, love ya Grammie. 3 So why don't we play a game. I'll tell you to review and we'll see how fast you can do it. Okay, go!