A/N

Hey guys! This is my first time writing fanfiction. It's a Seddie and it'll be a multi-chapter. Please, please, please, please review and tell me what you think! PLEASE tell me what's horrible about it and what I should improve. I don't care if you flame it as long as you say something to make my writing better. Thanks! Enjoy and review! (And story alert!)

Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly, the Seddie arc would be 26 episodes instead of 5. But it's not and it'll probably all end in iLove You. (Sob)

iTell Sam and Carly

Freddie's POV

I walked into the Shays' house hesitantly, holding my breath at the smell of Carly's special lemonade. The large loft was surprisingly tidy-Spencer had just taken all his sculptures to an art show, and the apartment was much emptier without them.

"Heya, Freddork!" Sam yelled cheerfully. She picked up a pillow from the couch, shifting slightly so she could still lie on it comfortably.

"Hi S-" The pillow she threw suddenly hit me in the eye and I staggered back. "I didn't think it was possible to make a pillow hurt that much," I said passively. I've gotten used to Sam's constant abuse over the years.

"Do you want to play who can make the nub yell louder?"

"I'm the only so-called nub here, Sam."

"I know! You pinch yourself, then I pinch you and we see what hurts more!"

"As…great as that sounds, I need to talk to you and Carly. It's important."

"What? A new line of Galaxy Wars underwear came out?"

Sam smiled innocently and started to chew furiously on a bag of fish-shaped food. It came in various shades of green.

"What is that?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Oh, it was supposed to be for Frothy but I got hungry."

Carly came downstairs, interrupting the banter. Her white wedding gown dragged on the steps.

"Guys, hurry up! We're supposed to be practicing my marriage to a pumpkin now for the next show, remember?" She stared pointedly at the reclining Sam.

"Eh, I can be lazy for a bit more. Fredwierd says he needs to tell us something."

"Er… Carly, you may want to sit down."

Her confusion was plain as she sat slowly next to Sam, taking care not to ruin the dress. "What is it?"

"See, my mom read an article a few weeks ago about how Seattle has a higher crime rate than Vancouver. Ever since then she's been yelling at everyone she passes that they're going to die. Eventually she told me that she's renting a house in Vancouver, Washington. We're moving there soon."

"WHAT?" Carly screeched. "This isn't some prank Sam set up? How far away is Vancouver? Can you still come here after school? Are you even going to our school anymore? Will you still do iCarly? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Her voice steadily got higher.

I stammered as I tried to answer. "Question one-it's not a prank. Question two-it's 164 miles away. Question three-I can't come here after school. Question four-"

"Oh, shut up!" Sam yelled and stood up suddenly. The cat food on her lap flew and ricocheted off the TV. "She doesn't really care about the miles, you nub! She's trying to say she'll miss you!"

"I can still see you guys. Just not as often, and I'm going to a different school. Sam, you won't have to worry about seeing this nubby face you hate all day." My shabby attempt at humor was lost on Carly and Sam.

The blonde went over and punched me on the arm. "I got bored of hating you and your face a long time ago!" She didn't notice the utter shock on my face. Sure, I knew we'd gotten much closer and not quite as despising over the past few months. But I never thought she'd admit it, least of all to me.

"It's taken four years for us to have a conversation without you getting scarred for life and now you're moving?" Sam's furious voice snapped me out of my reverie. "It's so selfish! And Crazy's worse!"

"I know my mom is freaky but stop calling her Crazy! It's not like your mom is perfect! And how am I being selfish?" I matched her tone loudly.

"It's so selfish that in the middle of the school year, you decided to just pack your bags and go to Van-whatever it is!"

"It's not my fault! And it's called Vancouver. How many years of school did you zone out of?"

"I'm intelligent, I just don't like to stick it up people's faces like some people I know!"

"Just because I get good grades doesn't mean I'm a showoff!"

"Quit it, you two! See, you made me use Q. I hate that letter. Now stop fighting!" Carly cut in.

We both stared at the ground a bit awkwardly. We hadn't yelled at each other like that for a while.

"Wait, so when are you moving?" Sam said abruptly.

"A week. My mom's doing it quickly because she's found a house with three showers."

Carly looked at me quizzically. "It's a two-person family."

"One's for ticks, one's for ear wax removal and one is for a bunch of dolls from when I was two. She still refuses to throw them away." My face scrunched up at the image of the twenty worn teddy bears piled in the shower, getting sprayed by my mother.

"Wait, so what about iCarly?"

"Well… I was thinking we could make it once every two weeks. Vancouver is three hours away and my mom doesn't let me take trains, she says it's dangerous. And she's only willing to drive me here twice a month."

"Not possible, I'd be bored without iCarly. It needs to be once a week. Brad can replace you," Sam said, quieter than usual.

I staggered a bit at the last few words. "Thanks, Sam." The flat tone in my voice was far more obvious than I wanted. "Well, have fun with Brad and his fudge. I'm going to pack, you're probably too lazy to help. Carly?"

She hesitated and glanced at Sam. Sam was staring at the ground, jaws clenched. "I think it'd be better if I stayed with her."

"Why? She doesn't seem upset." I was surprised to find my hands curled into fists. "Well, see you soon."

I left the pair and entered my soon-to-be former home. The next few hours passed in a blur and my mom kept asking why I kept ripping my clothes while while trying to fold them.

Carly's reaction was expected-she'd rejected me a lot, of course, but we were friends. Sam's was admittedly painful. She called me selfish for a minute then decided it was all good, and Brad would do instead. As for the lack of utter hatred on her part-well, it was likely because she was too lazy to bother with fully hating me. Nothing personal.

Oh, shut up. Angsty, hormonal nubs are even worse than dorky nubs. Get a spine!

Shut up, Sam-voices in my head.