Hello peoples of fanfiction! I'm back with a new multi-chap (if I get enough reviews) I know I'm already doing two SWAC ones, but I've lost inspiration for them. Plus, have you heard? SWAC has been cancelled completely, Demi Lovato quit and now its just So Random! So we'll never know what happens next for Sonny and Chad. But I've gone off them as a couple anyway...
Right, here it is, I hope you likes it!
Disclaimer: Hey, flying pig! Did you know I own iCarly? Yeah, that's 'cause it aint true!
3rd person
"Oh come on Sam! Do I really have to-"
"Yes Freddork, you do have to hold my fried chicken!"
"But why?"
"Because I want you to, so take the damned chicken!"
Carly Shay could hear the approach of her two best friends from two corridors away where she stood putting her books away in her locker. She smiled fondly as she idly wondered what they had been up to in French class, the only class they did not share with Carly.
"Hi guys." She said with a smile as she saw them enter the corridor, Sam smirking triumphantly and Freddie holding a half eaten chicken leg with a disgusted expression on his face.
"Hey Carls." Was Sam's cheery reply, whereas Freddie just glared at the back of Sam's head.
Carly knew better than to ask Sam why she wanted Freddie to hold her chicken leg because she knew the answer was going to be either sarcastic, selfish or a lie. So Carly moved on.
"Have you seen the notices?" She asked them excitedly, pulling out one she'd ripped off the wall in her excitement, from her bag.
"Of course!" They said in unison. Wordlessly, Sam took the chicken leg from Freddie, hit his face with it, took a bite, gave it back to him and turned by to Carly with a completely straight face.
The notice in question advertised a trip to England for Ridgeway pupils for a week during the summer break. It was cheap and looked like a lot of fun which explained the masses of chattering students around the various posters.
"You know I've never been to England, obviously mum never took us anywhere but Melanie did go on a trip from her prissy boarding school and she said it was amazing!" Sam said excitedly.
"Oh come on Sam!" Freddie exclaimed angrily.
"What?" The two girls asked, not understanding his reaction.
"Are you still keeping up the whole Melanie thing? You already admitted that she doesn't exist so give it up!" Freddie said, complete with the bunny ears sign and everything.
"You don't believe me that she's real? Do you really think that I would willingly go on a date with a dork like you, dance with you and kiss you no less?" Sam retorted.
"You weren't complaining the last time when you suggested it!" Freddie retaliated.
"You spoke of it – again!" Sam shouted angrily, looking as if she was going to pounce on him.
"You suggested it?" Carly asked, but they ignored her completely
"Well you brought up the stupid Melanie thing!" Freddie yelled.
"Quiet down!" Miss Briggs shouted, pulling Freddie and Sam (who had become very close during their argument) apart.
"Don't touch me!" Sam yelled defensively.
"Anyone who wants a permission slip for the trip to England go collect one from my office now!" She shouted as practically all the students in the hallway ran past her heading towards her office.
"Lets go Fredenstein!" Sam yelled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him behind her.
A month later, Sam was lazing on the Shay couch while Carly sprinted around the apartment checking and rechecking hand luggage, suitcases, tickets and passports. Spencer had decided the fussing was too much for him and resided in his bedroom working on a new sculpture. By the door sat four suitcases, three of which belonged to Carly and where purple with pink hearts, the other was Sam's, a tatty green and blue striped one.
"Come on Carls, chill out we've got ages yet!" Sam groaned as she heard Carly unzip the suitcases again to check everything was there.
"Chill out? Chill out? We have no less than 2 hours to bet the airport for a once in a lifetime trip plus, if we forget anything we cant come back! You can't just skip across the ocean for spare pair of jeans or a sweater and Freddie's not here yet, where is he?" Carly ranted, listing off the problems on her fingers with a slightly obsessive look in her eyes.
"Hey ladies!" Freddie shouted as he walked into the apartment unannounced (as was the norm for the Shay apartment) pulling a dark green suitcase behind him.
"Speak of the devil and the devil will appear!" Sam announced, lifting her head from the couch to look at him.
"What do you mean-" He started to say...
"Finally! Where have you been? We've been waiting for ages and we need to be there in less than 2 hours-" Carly rambled, shouting at Freddie angrily.
Freddie just tuned out her shrill voice and set down his suitcase next to the others, walking over to the couch. He moved Sam's legs out of the way and sat down, only for her to replace them in his lap again. However he didnt complain because he didnt really feel like loosing a limb just before their holiday.
"Calm down Carly, you sound like my mom!" Freddie said, leaning back on a cushion.
"Speaking of Mrs Crazy over there, I still can't believe she let her Freddie-bear go abroad without her." Sam mocked, gesturing toward Freddie's apartment.
"She's not – that – crazy! But she's come to see that I've grown up a lot and can take on my own responsibilities without her-" Freddie said with an air of pride in his voice.
"Oh really? But she's still made you bring anti-bacterial underpants and take tick lotion in your suitcase?" Sam asked knowingly.
"How do you know-" Freddie said, suddenly realising that she'd tricked him from the smirk across her features.
"Aww, and does poor ickle Freddie-kins have to ring mommy every hour so she knows he's not hurt?" Sam mocked in a baby voice.
"...Its every two hours actually..." Freddie mumbled, watching as Sam led back with a satisfied smile gracing her features as she laughed out loud.
"Come on kiddos lets get going!" Spencer yelled, running down from his room completely unaware of the bright yellow feather stuck to his left cheek. Freddie opened his mouth to say something but Sam just covered his lips with her hand to stop him from saying anything while she muffled a snort of laughter.
"Come on, come on, lets go!" Carly commanded pulling one of her suitcases leaving the other three for Spencer to struggle with and they both left the apartment. When Sam got there she looked at the case and groaned.
"Fredwierd, take my suitcase, I cant be bothered!" She moaned, shoving it at him forcefully.
"I've already got mine, I'm not taking yours as well!" Freddie complained, shoving it back.
"Come on!" She groaned, continuing the shove war.
"What do I get out of it?" He asked, holding the suitcase curiously.
"You get to spend a week with the awesomeness that is Sam Puckett!" Sam said, as if it was equal to a million pounds or something.
"I'm forced to do that anyway! What else?"
"You can have a fat cake?"
"And...?"
"I don't know, just do it Freddie! For me?" Sam tried out Carly's trick, fluttering her eyelashes as best she could.
"ugh fine!" Freddie groaned, picking up both suitcases as Sam ran out of he apartment leaving him behind. "I still want that fat cake though!" He yelled down the empty corridor.
"Right I want you all to get into pairs for the seats on the plane!" Miss Briggs barked at the 30 or 40 students in front of her.
Straight away Sam made a beeline for Carly, them clasping hands so it was obvious who they were sitting next to. Freddie stood next to Gibby because although he was friends with the girls he still was very good friends with Gibby.
"Okay now lets get tot he gate and onto the plane!" Miss Briggs ordered, leading the way toward the gate labelled 12 just as their flight was announced over the loud speaker.
Sam and Carly walked alongside each other, Carly chattering aimlessly while Sam looked around, mildly interested as she'd never been in an airport before. Gibby and Freddie were behind them, Gibby listening to what Carly was talking about while Freddie watched Sam with an amused expression on his face as he'd never seen her so interested in something that wasn't violent or food. They entered the plane after showing the ticket to the blonde flight assistant who smiled broadly and wished them a nice flight.
"I would." Gibby joked, nudging Freddie in the ribs but Freddie barely heard what he'd said and hadn't even looked at the woman.
Sam and Carly's seats were 23a and 23b with Freddie and Gibby behind them in 24a and 24b. Sam took the window seat and so did Freddie so if Sam turned around she could see him through the little gap in the seats. Carly was sat in the aisle seat and stared up and down the aisle next her nervously, her face turning pale at the thought of the flight. Sam, on the other hand, had her hands pressed against the window, jiggling her legs up and down impatiently.
"Hello and welcome to the 845 flight to England. You are flying with and I am your pilot for the flight Jeff. I and my other colleagues wish you all a pleasant flight."
When this message played across the plane Carly grabbed the arm-rests so tightly her knuckles turned white and Sam turned around to roll her eyes at Freddie. Slowly you could hear the engines play to life and the plane began to move forward. Carly closed her eyes tight and started hyperventilating as Sam continued to stare out of the small window intently. The plane gathered speed until they felt the pane shudder slightly as the front wheels lifted off the ground and all the passengers heard Carly give out a loud, terrified squeal.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" Carly gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
"Not here you're not!" Sam cried. "Fredster, swap with Carly!" she shouted, turning around to face him.
"I can't the plane is already taking off!" Freddie replied as the plane tipped backwards slightly.
"So? I'm not having her throw up on me and I am not sitting next to Gibby!" Sam said frantically.
"Hey!" Gibby said defensively.
"Just swap with her!" Sam hissed as Carly turned green.
"Fine!" Freddie said grumpily, clambering over Gibby and sitting down in the seat Carly just vacated.
"Please can you not move around the cabin during take-off, this is highly dangerous and against the flight rules." The blonde flight attendant asked in an expressionless voice.
"Sorry." Freddie and Carly mumbled, blushing from embarrassment as the woman walked away.
A few hours into the 9 hour flight Sam, was sat cross legged with her seatbelt off, listening to heavy metal music on her pearpod, jamming out. Freddie was sat upright with his seatbelt firmly fastened, editing something for iCarly on his laptop that was perched on the unfolding flap on the back of the seat in front. Behind them Gibby was itching to take his shirt off with Carly sat next to him rocking back and forward, sick bag at hand.
"Sam, can you turn that down? I can hear it!" Freddie complained pulling out one of her headphones.
"Why is that a bad thing? This is awesome!" Sam said bopping in time to the music.
"Well maybe I just don't want to hear it Sam!" Freddie said, turning back to his laptop.
"Whatcha doin' dork?" Sam asked peering over his shoulder.
"Editing some clips of iCarly together so there's a video for visitors to our site to see when they-" Freddie explained, skipping through what he'd done so far.
"-whoops don't care! Make sure I look good!" Sam said, popping her earphone back in and whipping her hair around so much in the tight space she hit Freddie quite a few times.
"Would you care for any refreshments?" The blonde flight assistant was back, fake smile in place. Freddie looked up curiously while Sam scanned the trolley for something to eat.
"Fredderly, get me a Mars bar and a meat feast sandwich!" Sam ordered, pointing out what she wanted.
Freddie rolled his eyes. "No Sam, you must have some money of your own with you."
"Nope." Sam said, popping the p. "So get them for me!"
"No." Freddie said firmly, averting his eyes to the screen in front of him.
"Do you really want me to starve?" Sam asked, attempting to look mournful.
"You still owe me a fat cake, I think we're even." Freddie said, reminding her of the previous arrangement.
"How long have you two been a couple?" The flight assistant asked nicely.
"What?" They shouted in unison.
"Us?" Freddie asked.
"A... couple?" Sam finished.
"Of course, you fight just like an old married couple." The woman said smiling again.
"We are not together!" Sam shouted, throwing a fat cake at her face, "Sorry Fredduccini but I used your fat cake for a better cause."
"Its cool..." Freddie said vaguely, his mind obviously somewhere else. Possibly in the seat next to his.
"Hello, it is now 10:00 pm so we will be dimming the lights in the cabin so those of you who are tired can go to sleep. Please do not make too much noise if you decide not to because you will disturb others. Thank you"
On cue the lights dimmed and the passengers squinted in the low light, getting their bearing again. Sam immediately shifted so her head was leaning against Freddie shoulder but due to the lack of space she couldn't lie flat so she rested her feet on the ceiling, her body in a kind of L shape.
"Mama need sleep." She stated, closing her eyes.
Freddie stared at the mass of blonde hair cascading down his shoulder before shrugging and resting his head on top of hers and closing his eyes too for a nice sleep.
A few hours, or maybe minutes later Freddie woke to someone shaking him frantically.
"W-what? I'm awake, I'm awake!" He said groggily expecting it to be him mom waking him up for school. But he opened his eyes to see Carly staring at him, eyes raised and uncharacteristic smirk in place.
"What do we have here?" she asked mockingly.
Freddie looked down to see that Sam's head was now resting in his lap. 'Her head must have slipped down there when Carly shook me,' he thought, 'wow she's a deep sleeper!'
"Erm, we fell asleep?" He said lamely.
"Right, right. And you just happened to be all over each other as you fell asleep?" Carly asked.
"Erm, yeah." He still couldn't think of a better response because he was still half asleep.
"No secrets Freddie, remember? So are you two secretly dating?"
"W-what? No!" Freddie said defensively.
"But you like her, right?" Carly asked.
But before Freddie had a chance to answer he felt Sam stir on his lap and she sat up slowly rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"That was the best sleep I've had in a long time!" she said, drawing out the O in long with a yawn.
The two brunettes just stared at her, struck dumb.
"What?"
soo... how was that? Please please review, they give me so much happiness and make me want to write asap. So if you want more soon, review!