A/n: THERE IS A VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER THAT I'D LIKE EVERYONE TO READ.

If any of you read Mizufae's iCarly fanfiction, you'll probably remember a story of hers called "Cruise Control". I got *inspired* by her and, like I did with my one-shot "iGet a Car", I'm incorporating a few things from that story in this story. I'm not gonna outright rip her off (because that is called plagiarism and plagiarism is baaaaaaaad), but you'll see a few similarities here and there.

This story is heavily influenced by music, particularly in the last couple chapters. I do not claim ownership of any of the songs used in the story.

This coincides with my previous fic, iProm, and the associated one-shots that take place between iOMG and iProm.

Approximate date: mid-April

Being a senior was great. Seniors practically rule the school, they get to go out for lunch, they have more study halls, and they have a sense of freedom building up in anticipation for when they graduate.

Sam caught senioritis way back in September. She stared out of the windows during class, imagining the new adventurous shenanigans she could get up to if she could just fast forward a few months. She was actually counting down the days until spring break. Their spring break luckily fell on the week of her birthday.

Carly was starting to get senioritis herself, but unlike Sam, she flipped and flopped. One day she'd be afraid to leave home, another day she'd want to leave as soon as possible. She wondered what the apartment would be like with just Spencer there. She was thinking she'd buy as many fire extinguishers as she could afford and put them in various places in the apartment.

Freddie was like Sam, except he caught senioritis in February. His car had given him an earlier sense of freedom. He had visions in his mind of himself driving down a highway, the sun shining high above his head, the window rolled down, and his elbow propped over the window ledge. Sam had similar scenarios in her mind when she daydreamed. Freddie found it kind of funny that in their daydreams, they didn't worry about any kind of destination when they were on the highway.

Thursday morning, Sam and Carly were in fifth period English. Carly was paying attention, while Sam had her chin in her hand and was staring out the window directly to her right. Her mind was in two places at that moment. One was inside her locker with her lunch that she'd been craving since this morning. The other was on the same unknown highway with Freddie in his car, sometime after graduation. The windows were rolled down, and Sam was imagining gazing out at a landscape full of green trees as the wind threaded through her hair, rippling it behind her like a flag. There was music playing on the radio, some hippy-dippy tune that was mildly popular and fit the mood. They didn't talk to each other. They just enjoyed each other's company. It was just a peaceful moment with the sun over their heads, and the trees whipping past them as the zoomed further and further down to nowhere.

These were just daydreams, though. Sam knew that if they ever went on a road trip together than there would have to be some sort of destination. Back when Freddie got his car, he said he wanted to drive and not care about anything else. It would be pretty romantic if they just jetted off by themselves. No rules and no worries. They could act a little more couple-y if they felt like it and not worry too much about anyone catching them. In Seattle, they had to be very careful, because people expected to see them around. If they went somewhere else, like California or Nevada, no one would try to look for them. They'd just be two ordinary people who were dating.

Sam knew he wanted to do that, especially after his mom found out he got into Berkeley, Caltech, and Stanford. Lately, Mrs. Benson was having a lot of "my baby boy is growing up" moments, and when she found out he got accepted to schools in California, she tried to spend as much time with him as possible. Freddie's relationship with Sam managed to prevent anymore mother-son pottery classes. It had been eight and a half months and Freddie's mom still didn't know he was dating Sam.

It was mid-April and Freddie still hadn't sent in his "statement with intent to register" to any of the schools he got into. He got into every school he applied to. Carly got into the University of Fresno, Washington State, and UC, Santa Cruz. After years of living in Seattle, Carly said she was sick of the rain, and wanted a change in scenery. She was leaning towards Fresno, which was her first choice. Her "statement with intent to register" was sitting in its envelope on one of the tables next to the couch. She wasn't sure if she was ready to send it in yet.

Sam got into Seattle Community College, the only school she knew for sure she would get into, thanks to their 100% acceptance rate. She'd gone on a tour of the campus in March, and actually got a little excited. Because she was a Seattle resident, she couldn't room there, but it wasn't too far, and she liked that they had a good athletics program. Gym was always the easiest class for her, and the class she had the most fun in. She found out she could take certain sports for her gym class, and when she set up her schedule with a counselor, she picked softball. The counselor told her if she kept her grades up, she could try out for the team. Apparently, they were in need of serious help.

Sam realized she wasn't daydreaming about the highway anymore. After wondering for a second how the heck she got from imagining driving on an unknown highway with Freddie to reminiscing about making her college schedule, she tried to refocus. Sometimes her imagination got away from her.

Suddenly, the bell rang, which made Sam jump in her seat. Everyone got up from their desks to go to lunch. Sam raced out of English to her locker, and opened it in a hurry. She took a tin foil-wrapped package out of her mini-fridge, opened it up to reveal a meatball sub, and quickly stuck it in her microwave. She rolled up the tin foil into a ball. She looked down the hallway and saw Carly coming over, so she tossed the tin foil ball at her.

"Hey!" she said, as the ball of tin foil got her right on her shoulder and hit the floor.

"Hey, yourself. You should've tried to catch it," Sam said, smiling.

Carly shook her head, picked up the ball of tin foil and tossed it out. "Why did you throw that at me? You know I have zero hand-eye coordination, I can't catch stuff!"

"One, if you didn't have hand-eye coordination, you'd suck at Violin God. And two, I threw it at you because the trash can's too far away and I didn't feel like walking over there to throw it out."

Carly gave Sam an exasperated look, and glanced inside her microwave. "You were daydreaming about that sandwich all during class, weren't you?" Carly asked.

Sam shut the microwave door and beep-beeped the buttons on the timer. "Not all class, all morning. The meatballs were calling out to me through my locker. I could hear them, Carls."

Carly giggled as she opened her own locker. "What were they saying?"

"They were saying," Sam cleared her throat and spoke in a soft, airy-fairy voice, "'Come and eat me, Sam. You know you want to. I'm sooooo delicious.'" She looked at her microwave, then back at Carly. "Do you know how hard it is to daydream about life after graduation when I have talking meatballs in my locker?"

"Talking meatballs?"

Sam turned around and saw Freddie coming up from his locker. She nodded. "Yeah. If I have meatballs locked away but don't eat them for a while, they start to develop lives of their own."

Freddie smiled as Sam's microwave timer went off. She quickly grabbed a plastic plate from the top shelf of her locker, took her sandwich out of her microwave, and put it on her plate. She closed her eyes and inhaled the aroma of her sub. "So good," she said. She picked it up from her plate and took a bite.

"You keep plates in your locker?" Carly asked. She stood on her tiptoes to get a better look at the top shelf.

"Yeah, especially for stuff like this," Sam replied, indicating her sandwich. "If I don't have a plate, stuff is gonna fall on the floor, and I don't wanna waste good marinara sauce." She shut her locker and leaned her back against it.

"So what's up?" Carly asked Freddie.

"Gibby wants to throw some kind of sudden party in my French class," Freddie said.

Sam raised her eyebrows. "What for?"

"He says we shouldn't fight the urge to party, especially because spring break is so soon."

"Well, I agree with him on that," Sam said. She took another bite of her sub.

Right on cue, Gibby came down the hallway. He had his earphones in and was dancing around to a song from his Pear Pod. He was mouthing the words along with the song, although no one else could hear it. He caught sight of Carly, Sam, and Freddie staring at him, completely at a loss for words.

"What?" Gibby said. "The club can't even handle me right now!" He continued to dance down the hallway.

The three of them looked at each other. "Gibby's getting weirder and weirder," Sam said.

"And more random," Freddie added.

Sam shrugged and took another bite of her sandwich. "Oh, yeah. That's a good meatball."

Carly giggled. She leaned her back against her own locker like Sam. "I can't wait for it to be Friday, already."

Freddie looked at her with an amused look on his face. "You're excited for Friday? I'm excited for Saturday."

"Ugh, me, too. I'll be able to sleep in again," Sam said, leaning her head back against her locker door.

Carly smiled a little. "Yeah, I suppose Saturday is better."

"Of course it is," Sam said. "Who doesn't like waking up at 11 and eating cereal while watching mindless cartoons? It's the best." She took another bite of her sub.

"Is that what you're gonna do all spring break?" Freddie asked.

She shook her head. "Nah. I like lying down, but that would just be a waste of vacation."

Carly nodded. "Spencer wants to take me to see a musical at the Seattle Arts Theater next week."

"Which one?" Sam asked. She popped the rest of her sandwich in her mouth.

"He's letting me pick. I don't know which one I wanna see, though. I heard MacGruber: The Musical was good, but I wanna see if there's anything else that's interesting."

Freddie turned to Sam. "So what are you gonna do for spring break?"

Sam opened her locker and put her empty plate back on the top shelf. "Enjoy the rest of my childhood while I still got it. Watch marathons of Girly Cow, chill on the monkey bars at the park, eat some fried chicken, and go throw Fatcakes at joggers. Then on Thursday, I'm gonna be a woman."

Carly made a fake sniffling noise. "My little Sam is growing up." Sam and Carly hugged and started fake crying into each other's shoulders.

It was funny how the smallest things made Freddie come up with great ideas. Carly's comment about Sam growing up was pretty on-point, even if she was joking. He remembered his 18th birthday, and the five passes Sam got him to the Seattle Tech Museum. He'd only used one of them, and he was saving the rest of them for the future. When he'd gone the first time, Sam had texted him a couple things he should try out. The museum passes were really a great present, and they proved to Freddie that Sam did care a lot about him. He wanted to do the same for her birthday, and it needed to be just as special.

Then, as he was glancing almost mindlessly at the pictures in Sam's locker, a light bulb went off in Freddie's head. He knew what he wanted to do for Sam's birthday.

"What's with the face?" Sam suddenly asked Freddie.

Freddie came out of his reverie and looked at Sam. "What face?"

Sam pointed right at his face. "That's your 'I have an idea' face. What's your idea?"

At first, he considered telling her just to see her reaction, but he stopped himself. This was just an idea for now. Nothing was set in stone yet. He needed to plan this all out.

"Nothing," he said.

"Oh, come on. You do have some big idea," Sam said, shoving his arm a little.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," he said, grinning at her.

"Okay, fine, don't tell me," Sam said. She shut her locker and checked the time on her phone. "I'm gonna see if the cafeteria still has tater tots."

"You just had a giant sandwich with meatballs!" Carly said.

"I'm still hungry!" Sam replied as she left for the cafeteria.

Carly started to follow her. She looked back at Freddie. "You coming?"

"In a sec. I have to do something really quick," Freddie said.

Carly shrugged and quickened her pace to catch up with Sam down the hallway. He waited until they were both gone before he took out his phone and started browsing through the Internet. He found the right website, scrolled down, and saw shows in Washington. They were all in March. The next shows were in California. There was one on the 12th in Fresno, one in Concord on the 13th, and one in Anaheim on the 15th.

Finally, there was one on Sam's birthday, all the way in Sacramento. Tickets were 35 bucks apiece for floor seats, 60 for upper balcony, and 42 for lower balcony. All the floor seats were already sold out. He could work on that when he got home.

Freddie went to his ZapMaps app on his phone and plugged in two addresses. The app said it would take twelve hours to get from Seattle to Sacramento. He'd pack a lot of beef jerky, Sam could sleep in the car and they'd only stop if she had to pee.

VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: From what I know, the Seddiers from the iCarly Wikia have ALL THE SMARTS about those little iCarly/Seddie details (*hugs* I love you guys). Therefore, some of them probably already know from this chapter what Freddie's big plan is. My super special request is that anyone who MIGHT know what the big plan is, PLEASE DON'T SPECULATE IN YOUR REVIEW. AND PLEASE DON'T ASK ME, "IS FREDDIE'S BIG PLAN GONNA BE X, Y, AND Z?" IN YOUR REVIEW. PLEASE DON'T. I'M DOING MY BEST TO KEEP THIS BIG PLAN A SECRET UNTIL I POST THAT CHAPTER.

Feel free to PM me here or on the iCarly Wikia if you're gonna ask me, "IS FREDDIE'S BIG PLAN GONNA BE X, Y, AND Z?" Will you get an answer? Yes, but chances are my answer will just be, "You'll see..."

R&R! I'll be off seeing Deathly Hallows Part 2 at the midnight premiere!