A/N: Hello there, peoples from across the world! Why am I publishing a story on New Year's Eve, you say? Because I'm waiting for the clock to strike twelve and while I'm waiting I figure I'll write a lil.

Disclaimer: Hi, everyone! I'm Dan Schneider and I own iCar-nah, who seriously believes me? If I owned iCarly, you seriously think I'd be on fanfiction?

Please enjoy! =)

He woke to the muffled voice of his mother saying, "…Freddie?…Freddie, dear? WAKE UP!"

"GAH!" Freddie screamed, as he quickly sat up, hence banging his head with his mother's forehead. "Yea-OW!" the boy hollered, placing a hand on his head. "Ugh, why'd you have to do that Mom?" Freddie murmured quietly, still half-asleep.

"You were the one who sat up and hit me with your overly sized forehead! And besides Freddie, dear, have you taken a good look at the calendar?" she asked, her voice going from furious to sickly sweet, her hand still on her aching forehead.

"You woke me up for that?" the young boy asked with disbelief, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Turning to his calendar anyway, he reluctantly said, "It's Monday. Can I go back to sleep n-"

Freddie's mouth dropped, as he took a glance at the Galaxy Wars clock sitting on his bed table. With a few light sabers pointing out the time, the boy's eyes widened further.

"I'M LATE!" Freddie screamed, as he shot out of his clothes and put something on that looked semi-clean. He was about to run to the closest bus stop (He absolutely refused to be driven by his Mom, not wanting people to know that his mother still drove him, what with him already having a license!), when the sound of his name being called halted his attention.

"Freddie, wait!"

He turned around, a desperate look on his face, as he replied, "Mom, what is it?"

"Here," she said as she tossed him a set of keys with a smile on her face.

"Hmm?" Freddie said, as he caught them. These weren't her car keys. "What are these?" he asked her, confusion spelled out on his tired face as she said, "Happy 17th birthday, Freddie! It's the silver one, next to mine."

He shot her a one sided smile, as he replied, "Thanks a lot, Mom. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."

"Well, you can start by getting your little rear end to school!" she shouted with a smile on her face, as she waved goodbye.

"Sure," Freddie said with a grin as he walked out the door.

Freddie ran down the stairs and flew down the lobby. With a frantic search around the Bushwell Plaza parking lot, he finally found his mom's minivan, and next to it…

"Whoa, Nelly…" Freddie said in wonder and disbelief. Next to his mom's old minivan was a sleek and shiny motorcycle. And not just any motorcycle! This was the new BMW K1600GTL!

This must've cost a fortune…the 17 year old thought, one hand resting on the seat. Ever since Spencer had given him a ride on the motorcycle Carly gave him, Freddie had asked his mom practically every day if she could get him one the day he turned 17. He had even gone out and gotten a motorcycle license. The boy couldn't believe she had actually gotten him one.

Thanks, Mom, Freddie thought with a smile.

Freddie jumped on and gave his new motorcycle a kick-start. Within seconds, he was on the roads of Seattle with the wind blowing his hair back. Man, I feel so cool! I can't wait to show Sam, Carls, Gibbs, and Spence!

With the yellow traffic light flashing at him, Freddie slowed down and came to a stop, his feet landing softly on the ground. Pulling his cell phone out of his front pocket, he saw that it was ten minutes past 8. He sighed deeply, as he placed his phone safely in his pocket. The second that red light turned green, he was off.

At this rate, I'll be just on time for second period. Good news is that I won't have to take that stupid math test for Beatty's class. Bad news is that Sam's in that class. He pulled into the school parking lot and chose a spot next to Carly's sky blue Camry. Freddie pulled off his helmet and took a deep breath.

And I don't want to lose any of the time I have with my dream girl.

"BENSON!" an angry voice rang through the hallways. Well, looks like I won't be losing any precious time with my dream girl, after all. You'd think that the girl of your dreams would be nice to you and on your birthday, of all days. But no. And that's what made Sam so special.

Freddie could tell she was extra irritated today when he saw a few freshman running away from the direction of the juniors lockers screaming, "She's loose, she's loose!".

With a cocky grin, the boy walked up to the fuming beauty, who was currently making mincemeat out of whosever poor locker was directly below hers. For the record, it wasn't Freddie's; she wouldn't risk losing his help whenever they had a math test. And that might've been part of the reason as to why she's so angry.

"You know they have these fancy new things called cell phones," Freddie shouted, catching her attention. Her curly blond locks flew in the air as she turned around to face him, all set with an "I-dare-you-to-say-something-clever" look on her face. "If you had such a terrible time with the test, you could've just texted me the questions and I would've gladly answered."

"Yeah, right! I'd die from boredom before I finish texting the first question! I mean, what is up with all these square roots and exponents! A number is a number; who cares how many times its repeated!" she said with another kick to the locker below hers.

Fred snickered, as he opened the locker beside hers. "You know that if you fail, you can just retake it. I'll be taking it too, so you don't need to worry, Puckett. After all, I'm surprised you showed up at all."

All signs of anger on her face faded, as she looked up at the boy, her fist still loosely clenched. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice puzzled.

"Well, it's math. A test. First period. 3 reasons for you to skip; just wondering why you didn't take them," Freddie said nonchalantly, as he reached for his Advanced Trigonometry book, planning on studying next period.

"Didn't wanna go to the airport with them…" Freddie heard her mumble. He gently closed his locker and turned to face her. With her back against the lockers and her arms crossed, she seemed to be a million miles away from him.

"With who?" Freddie asked, as gently as possible. He knew Sam. Being loud was her nature. Whenever her voice went to a minimal decibel, it was obviously important.

"Mom and Mel."

"But why would that upset you? I thought you really got along with them."

"It's not them who bug me; it's who they're going to see at the airport."

"And that is…?" Freddie prompted.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It was then that Freddie realized how close they actually were. The two were inches away from each other. If he wanted to, he could've pulled her face to his and in seconds they would be kissing.

After a minute of staring at Freddie, Sam looked away and mumbled, "…No one."

With that, he leaned back and watched her, waiting for her to spring back.

She closed her eyes for two seconds. And then she turned around and punched his shoulder.

"Ow! Why'd you do that for!" Freddie shrieked, rubbing his aching shoulder. There's my girl.

"That's for being late! I'm still pissed at you; why'd you have to come late, anyway! Aren't you nerds, like, super punctual? Don't tell me your Galaxy Wars clock broke…" Sam said as they walked to class. Her class being next to his.

"How'd you know I have a Galaxy Wars clock!" Freddie shrieked, then clamped his mouth shut. Mentally flinching, he could already picture the insults Sam would throw at him.

Sam stared up at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression before looking away with a small grin on her face. "I could just guess," she said indifferently. She had turned her face from the boy and her shoulders were shaking; she could at least not make it so obvious that she was holding back her laughter.

"What, no twenty insults?" Freddie asked, an amused look on his face.

Finally, Sam laughed out loud. "Don't push me, boy!"

Freddie snickered, as he ruffled her curly hair. She waved his hand away, still chuckling a bit. "So, are you gonna answer me anytime soon?"

"Answer you?" Freddie asked, trying to remember what her question was. A light flicked on, as he recalled what it was she asked him. "Oh. Yeah. I just got a late phone call…from my dad."

Sam was quiet for a few seconds before responding. "You mean the retard who abandoned you and your mom when you were 6?" she said with a straight look on her face.

Freddie's eyes widened. He had never told her that. In fact, he had never told anyone that. "…How did you know?"

She glanced at him before answering in a nonchalant tone. "You told me a long time ago."

"Did I?" Freddie asked, baffled. He knew that couldn't have been true; he never talked about his dad to anyone, not even his own mother.

Something in his tone made the blonde stiffen, as if she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.

"Yeah. Anyway, what did that dumb ass want?" Sam asked, looking away.

"Just wishing me a happy birthday. He lives in Paris, so for him, it was morning. Figures he wouldn't think things through properly…" Freddie said with a humorless chuckle.

Suddenly, Sam skidded to a halt. "It's your birthday?" she shrieked.

"Yeah. You didn't know?" Freddie asked. He didn't get to hear her answer, as a shrill voice called him from behind.

"Freddie, Freddie! Happy birthday!" a happy brunette said with a small present in her hand. Carly. Freddie's crush/excuse. Sam's best friend.

"Hey, thanks, Carly!" Freddie said, honestly happy, taking the present from her hand.

"No prob. Go ahead and open it. You know you want to," she said in a sing-song voice. She looked behind him and said, "Hey, Sam! How was the test? Freddie helped you on it, right?"

"Nah, the nub was lazy and overslept. But hey, its' his birthday, so I'll cut him some slack."

"You should!" Carly said, as she pointed her finger at Sam. "He practically helps you with every test! Maybe you should try listening to the teacher more."

"Yes, Mom," Sam said, as she rolled her eyes. "By the way, Carly, don't you have history right now? Bell's gonna ring in a minute."

Carly gave a small eep, as she checked the time. "You're right! Oh, well, later guys," she said with a wave, as she ran towards the other side of the school.

"Later, Carls!" they both yelled, as they turned towards their designated classrooms.

Freddie was about to turn the handle to his class, when Sam's voice stopped him. "Hey, Freddie?" Sam asked, uncertainty written on her face.

Freddie turned to her, one eyebrow raised. She hardly ever called the boy by his given name.

She looked a bit embarrassed, as she mumbled, "Happy birthday, Freddie." Her eyes were glued to the floor, awfully ashamed that she didn't get anything for one of her closest friends.

A huge grin appeared on the boy's face, as he walked to her and placed a hand on her head, nuzzling her hair. "Hey, watch the hands, grabbie!" Sam growled, as she tried to swat his hand away, utterly failing due to the boy's obvious height.

"What's with that look?" Freddie said with a stupid smile on his face, his hand still petting her head. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed you didn't get your bestest-estest friend a present? Aww, who's a good girl!"

"Damn it, forget I said anything!" Sam shrieked, her face as flushed as a tomato, as she turned away. Don't kick his ass, don't kick his ass! It's his birthday and you didn't even get him anything. At least don't beat him up! Sam chanted, trying to keep her fist from tightening."And you can forget about your present, too, 'cause I'm showing up empty handed to your surprise party later today at Carly's! Heck, I might not show up at all!" Sam finished with a huff.

"I have a surprise party?" Freddie asked, a bit embarrassed.

"Of course you do, dumb ass!" she shouted, crossing her arms and looking away.

"Hey, now," Freddie said, as he gently poked Sam's nose in a parental way. Sam's eyes widened and she looked as though she were about to pop.

Don't kick his ass, don't kick his ass! It's only for today, It's only for today! Sam continued to chant in her head.

"Don't be a naughty girl, Sammy, or else no birthday cake for you. Now, say you're sorry," Freddie said, his finger still on her nose, his other hand on his hip. He was patronizing her and loving every second of it.

S-S-S-S-SAMMY? Sam shrieked in her head, completely speechless.

"THAT'S IT!" the blond fury roared, as she stomped off to her classroom. She grabbed the doorknob roughly before turning around and with a finger pointed in his direction, she stated, "Just you wait till tomorrow, Fredward Benson! You won't be so cocky then!" She then stalked into her art classroom, yelling, "Outta my way," to some random kid inside.

Freddie burst out laughing, holding his stomach. "Sam, Sam, Sam," he said, as his laughter slowly deceased. With a shake of his head, he said to himself, "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

Sam pulled out the blue chair to her desk and sat down, mumbling all the while. She was seeing red and felt like hitting someone. And the worst part of all this was that she could feel herself reddening by the second.

"Hey, Sam!" a shrill Wendy said to her, coming to a stop at her desk. "Did you finish last week's project-Whoa!" she shouted, suddenly surprised, laying her hands on the edge of Sam's desk. "Are you blushing! What happened to you?"

Damn it, it's that noticeable?

"I-It's nothing," she stuttered, looking down in embarrassment.

"Really?" Wendy said, not believing her for a second.

"Yes, really!" Sam mocked, looking away nonchalantly. "It's nothing," she finished, as she crossed her arms. As Wendy walked away with a shrug, Sam gently tugged on a strand of her blond hair, remembering how that idiot had played with her hair before. A small smile grew on her lips, as her cheeks flushed a bit.

Ugh…I think…I hate this, the confused girl thought, as she looked out the window. Maybe…Maybe I should skip after lunch and go to the mall…I could choose something out for Freddie…I mean, that nub, she rephrased in her mind.

Yeah.

Next Time on iAngel…

"Miss. Melanie, behind you!" Jim shouted desperately, as he ran towards her, fury and fear blended on his face.

"Hold on, Sam, I have to…" Melanie started, as she turned around…, "…go…" she whispered, in realization that her words meant more than they implied.

It seemed that in the presence of death, Melanie noticed more things than she normally would. The air was cold, the roads had been extra slippery today…The driver of a semi-truck hadn't been driving so carefully…Jim was still screaming her name, knowing he wouldn't reach her in time…Her mother was still in the car dreaming…Her father may have been watching callously…Her feet were glued to the floor…Sam was still on the phone…

"…Sam?" Melanie whispered, tears running down her face… "Goodbye…"

"MISS. MELANIE!" a voice continued to scream, as Melanie closed her eyes and welcomed the dark.

"I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN ANYMORE!" Sam screamed, as she darted forward and punched through the window before her. Glass fell on the floor, as her fist froze in mid-air.

"…You're just now figuring that out? You really are stupid…You really are stupid…"

"...I'm stupid, then…, are I?" Sam whispered, as she stared down the streets of Seattle. The wind blowing her long blond hair back, Sam no longer felt priorities. "Guess you wouldn't care if I were to die either…Would you…, Daddy?"

She felt the urge to pass away; she could almost feel the blood on her slowly dying face…

A/N: You know what made me actually want to start this story? On the actual show, both Carly and Sam have had their birthday's celebrated, but Freddie hasn't had his birthday on the show, so I wanted to give him a little party! Cute, huh? Then, I found a whole story plot and rolled with it! So, how's it sound? Ya likey or you don't likey? Tell me in review form!

You know, whenever I write a first chapter, I feel like such a newb (And I am not! I've been writing, since I first taught myself to hold a pencil!) and I get that "new author" feeling, always wondering if people even read this! XD

Anyway, thanks for reading (maybe)! XD Review and you shall recieve a New Year's Cupcake shaped like a bunny! P.S: It's the year of the bunny 2011, so everyone go to your nearest store and buy a tiny bunny!