Summary: Sam was going to be a lawyer. Freddie was going to be a computer geek for the F.B.I. Carly was the actress... But a senior beach party, a couple of wine coolers, and a sunlit sky with Carrie Underwood singing could end up bad. Who's future is ruined?
Warning: I guess it would be alcohol, adult situations, mistakes not meant to be made, and best friends fighting. Which means it's rated M.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, so this is just a fanfic.
RCA: My sister asked for an iCarly fanfic since she doesn't have a fanfic account yet, and if she did, then Animorphs, Pokemon and iCarly would be her speciality. So, first iCarly fic for me, enjoy and pls be nice. Since it is technically my sister's fic and not mine. :)
-- Friday afternoon --
Sam had changed. Plain and simple. She was not the teasing, texas style wegie, rude girl she once was. Once the trio had gotten into high school and into separate classes, she realized that this was for real. This was her last chance to be the person she wanted to be. Sam Puckett was a nice, organized, rib eating seventeen year old senior, waiting for her chance at life. She was going to be a laywer, since arguing was what she could do best, and/or a chef. Once into high school, Carly thought life was a bucket of ice cream, and so out came her party girl side.
It seemed as if Sam and Carly had switched spots for the most part. NO one would even think they would change, but everyone noticed. Freddie really noticed the most. He hadn't changed much since diving head first into society. His mother moved out and was now renting an apartment down the hall, still to keep an eye on him, but more freedom for her son. It had really changed for the trio when iCarly went offline becuase Carly kept missing. So, it was cancled, giving two of the three nothing to do. That was when it all changed.
Right now, Freddie, Sam and Carly were in study hall, their last class of the day, on a regular Friday. Carly was reading a note from Rip-off Rodney about Cuddlefish concert tickets for the next night. Sam had her face buried in a book on lawyers and court cases. Freddie was checking something on his math.
"This is great." Carly whispered to Sam and Freddie.
"What is?" Freddie asked, putting the paper of algebraic expressions down. Sam peered over the top, not really caring.
"Rodney told me that if the Cuddlefish are off and there's a big, only for seniors, beach party this weekend! You are comming, right?" Carly asked, giving them both a look.
"Isn't this week the Cuddlefish concert you wanted to see so badly?" Sam asked, knowing it was a bad idea to go. Her mom would let her but still... Carly and alcohol would be bad.
"I sold those tickets long ago. Come on, I'll drive us there." Carly begged. Freddie looked at Sam, then back to Carly.
"All right, Carls, we'll go." He finally said after a moment of thought. Carly smiled at them as the bell rang.
"Bye guys, see you on Saturday!" Carly said, jumping out of her seat. She met Rodney at the door and gave him a brief hug. "Let's go."
"Carly, Carly, Carly." Freddie murmured to himself, stuffing the math in a folder, then into his bookbag.
"Are we really going?" Sam asked. Freddie waited for her to put her stuff up.
"We have to," He said, walking to the door with her, "Carly driving home on a Saturday, drunk. We want to see her again."
"Yeah, we have iCarly on Wendsday." Sam joked. Freddie smiled and they walked in silence to the front doors. There, they stopped. "Where's Carly?"
"I dunno."
"Crap, she needs to give me a ride home." Sam cursed. Freddie pulled his keys out.
"I could..." He teased.
"Would you? I mean, we're leaving tonight for the beach right?"
"Yeah, we would have to if the party's tomorrow." Freddie pointed out as they approached his car.
"Could you stop by my place and let me grab a few things and then we'll head over to Carly's." Sam said, going to the other side of the car and opening the passangers door. They both got in and drove off in silence for Sam's.
-- Saturday night --
"Oh my god." Sam said as they approached the beach. It was completely full of drunk teenagers. Carly waved at a friend.
"See you guys later." Carly shouted over the music as another guy approached her. She ran off with him. Freddie and Sam looked at each other.
"Good luck staying sober." They both said before laughing. They walked off together for the bonfire, partying as hard as two sober teenagers could. Which means, about an hour later...
"Freddie," Sam slurred, "You gots to try this!" She trust a bottle in his hands and fell on the ground. They were next to the ocean now, a ways down from the party, relaxing. Or they were until Carly came over and handed Sam a bottle, Freddie too.
"Sam?" He asked, his eyes half closed. He was already drunk, along with Sam.
"What?" She asked, emphasizing the word. She giggled as he took a long swig of the half empty bottle. He tossed the bottle down and approached her.
"You're hot."
"Oh, I know." She said, hiccuping. He got on his knees in front of her, leaning over her, and kissed her full on the lips. She was taken by suprise, but a moment later, deepened the kiss. His tounge pushed up against her teeeh, making her smile. He pulled away for air.
"You taste good." He said. She giggled and lay on the sand, her blonde hair spread everywhere. He lay on top of her and kissed her again. She hiccuped, causing her mouth to open, his tounge exploring her mouth. She tried to push his toung out with hers but didn't win. He was undoing her bakini top, letting it fall to the side and kissing down her neck. Sam moaned and shut her eyes, doing nothing but feel.
Since
the day they got married, And
now he's wrapped around her finger, Sixteen short years
later, But now he's wrapped around her finger, And
when they got married and decided to have one of their own,
He'd been praying for a little baby
boy.
Someone he could take fishing,
Throw the football and be
his pride and joy.
He could already see him holding that trophy,
Taking his team to state.
But when the nurse came in with a
little pink blanket,
All those big dreams changed.
She's the center of his whole
world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful,
wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.
She was falling for the senior football star.
Before
you knew it he was dropping passes,
Skipping practice just to
spend more time with her.
The coach said "Hey son, what's
your problem? Tell me, have you lost your mind?"
Daddy said
"You'll lose your free ride to college, boy you better tell her
goodbye."
She's the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to
that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American...
She
said "Be honest, tell me what do you want?"
And he said
"Honey, you oughta know... Sweet, little, beautiful... one just
like you. Oh a beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American..."
Sam gave a gasp and arched her back, moaning his name. Freddie closed his eyes and smiled, saying her name softly as well.
Now
he's wrapped around her finger,
She's the center of his whole
world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful,
wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.
Oh American Girl.
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Sam woke up the next morning covered in sand. She felt a soft, silky material around her body. She sat up, holding her head. Next to her was Freddie, his clothes already on. She didn't know what happened last night, or why they were on the beach, but she had a horrid headache. She saw her clothes lying next to her in a huddle. She pulled on the swimsuit top, bottoms and skirt that she had over it. Her flipflops were lost, but she didn't care. Freddie woke up with a jump as he popped out of a nightmare.
"Hey, dork, help me find Carly." Sam said, tossing a handful of sand at him. He sat up, then gasped.
"What?" Sam asked, standing up and walking to stand next to him. He shook his head, not a good idea, and got up.
"What did you say?" Freddie asked, looking around the beach and seeing all sorts of bottles, a burnt out bonfire, and a bunch of still sleeping teenagers.
"We gotta find Carly." Sam said, grabbing his hand and walking towards a giant group of teens. There was a megaphone next to Rodney, so Sam picked it up, turned it on... You get it...
"Hello seniors! I need to find Carly Shay!" Sam said into the mic. Everybody groaned and woke up angry at Sam. There was one black haired girl that stood out.
"I'm Carly Shay!" Carly cried out, her head falling back to the towel and she grimaced in pain. Freddie leaned over and helped her up. She, also, wore nothing but a towel, but her clothes were next to her.
"Let's go, Carls. I'll drive." Sam said, putting the megaphone down and grabbing Carly's clothes. They went to the car, tossed Carly in back with her clothes, loaded themselves up and drove off. Of course, Sam wasn't driving, Freddie was. Sam had fallen back asleep on the first turn. Freddie watched her sleep but kept his eyes on the road, most of the time. Carly had gotten dressed and was backseat driving. All the way there...
-- 3 Monthes Later --
Sam threw open the door and crossed to the door of the room she rented from Freddie. She tossed her purse on the ground and sighed heavily. She pushed her fingers in her hair and closed her eyes. He gave her a look but upon seeing her, he let it go.
"Tough day?" He asked, chopping up the ham to put on the pizza. Sam only ate pizza and ham. Old habit's die hard. She took one look at him and burst into tears. She fell to the floor, sobbing.
"It's all my fault!" She cried as Freddie rushed over to her. He took her in his arms and let her cry. She finally couldn't cry anymore, but didn't let go of Freddie, holding him in a death lock.
"Sam, what's your fault?" Freddie asked. Sam looked up to him from her perch on his chest and gave him a sad look.
"I've gone and ruined my life!" She said, her eyes watering.
"With what?"
"I... I can't tell you. It would be awkward and I would move out and die, most likley-"
"I would never kick you out, girl. What is wrong?"
"Let me go, Freddork! None of your buisness!" Sam shouted at him, pulling herself out of his arms and slamming the door to her room. Freddie stood there, odd, but shrugged and walked to the kitchen.
"Aunt Flo must've visited a bit early..." Freddie guessed and put the ham on the pizza. He stuck the pizza in the oven and took off the mits, setting the timer as he went. He went to Sam's door and knocked softly. She didn't answer. He pushed his ear to the door and listened.
"It's all my fault, baby, I'm sorry. I've ruined your life." Sam cried, her voice muffled by a pillow most likley. Freddie guessed that she was talking to herself. Now, if he would've seen, it would look like this.
Sam was lying on her bed, holding her stomach and crying. She was whispering to herself, not wanting the man of her life to walk out on her. The only one who could care for her and still love her. They had been more close since that beach party, and even though they had a good idea on what happened, they had no proof.
Freddie knocked againg and got an answer this time, but not a very nice one.
"What do you want you b-"
"Sam, let me in." Was all he needed. She crossed, opened the door and let him in. To Freddie, she was glowing, even more beautiful then ever. To Sam, she thought she looked like crap. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were wrinkled and her face was blotchy and tear stained. Freddie sat on the end of the bed while Sam crawled under the covers.
"So, tell me what's up. And you can tell me, we're friends, remember?" Freddie said, getting a small nod out of her.
"I went to the doctor today." She said.
"For that stomach bug you've been having?"
"Yeah. Only it's not a stomach bug-"
"Is it worse?" Freddie asked, concerned. Sam just stared into his face. "Sam, tell me, you're scaring me."
"I'm three monthes pregnant." Sam choked out. Freddie just looked at her. He had a soft, half smile on his lips.
"Ohh." He breathed happily. Sam burst into tears again.
"Aren't you happy? It's yours!" Sam asked fearfully. All she got in response was a sigh and a very passionate kiss from her roomate. The timer in the kitchen went off, causing them to break apart. Freddie looked at her, then to the kitchen. Then back at her.
"Let it ring." He murmured, leaning in for another kiss.
"No! There's ham on that sucker!" Sam said, getting up and rushing for the stove. Freddie rolled his eyes and followed her to the stove, wondering what this would change. They wern't even married! Oh well, he'd better not keep a pregnant woman from her ham.
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RCA: First iCarly fic, btw. Don't be too harsh on me, well, my sister really. It's her story. She's pretty good, ain't she?
