A/N: Check it out: here's chapter one of the I-dunno-how-many-chapters story. But basically, you NEED to see Superbad before you read this. It's not a total rip-off of the movie, but the main characters, Seth and Evan (who are best friends), I've replaced with Sam and Carly. When watching the movie, I got this brilliant idea of Sam and Carly being in Seth and Evan's place, and Freddie being Fogell/McLovin, and so on and so forth. The story's framework is based around the movie, so I basically will follow the events of the movie and put in my own little twists and turns, and of course Sam, Carly, and Freddie's own little dialogues. Yes, it is AU, so forget everything you know from the series (besides the characters' personalities) because it doesn't apply here.
Also, LOTTTSS of credit to Lucy Carrigan, who helped me develop a ton of these ideas and totally encouraged me while writing this. I also got her permission to use her 2 OC's, Leah and Noah, from her story Love Type Thing (if you haven't read it, DO SO!) which is a story also based on another Judd Apatow film, "Knocked Up", so we figured if I threw in Leah and Noah with Spencer, then it'd kinda coincide really neatly.
Um, anything else I'm forgetting? I don't think so. If you have any questions at all about the story, feel free to ask and I'll clear it up for you. It's rated T right now, but will probably change to M eventually. If you like it, or if you hate it, please let me know in a review! I'd love to hear your criticism, and I'll try to update soon.
Btw, I've got writer's block on my other stories, so don't bug me about them right now... I'll update them when I get around to it.

Chapter 1
Just Another Friday Morning

There was a loud, familiar knock on the door. Carly Shay jumped up from her seat at the table in front of her bowl of cereal and rushed to the sound, calling on the way, "I'll get it!"

She opened up the door to find her best friend, Sam Puckett, standing in front of her, backpack on her arm and keys in her hand. "Ready?"

"Yeah, just a sec," Carly replied with a smile, leaving the door open as she went over to the couch and grabbed her bag. "Spence, I'm leaving!"

Her older brother, Spencer Shay, came jogging out of his bedroom, baby's bib in hand. "Woah, hey. Did ya finish your cereal? And your trig homework?"

Carly stopped at the door next to Sam and nodded. "Yes."

He smiled when he saw Sam, giving a light wave with his empty hand. "Hey, Sam."

Sam nodded towards him. "Hey."

"Okay, well, I might not be home when you get back, Carls. I'm taking Noah and Leah to the park later," Spencer told Carly, referring to his wife and toddler son, the latter of which was sitting in a high chair at the table.

"Okay. I'll see you later then," Carly said.

The two girls left the apartment, shutting the door behind them, and headed towards the elevator, taking it down to the lobby. They walked out to Sam's car and got inside, Sam starting the engine and putting it into Drive while Carly put on her seatbelt.

"I am truly jealous you get to look at that every day," Sam finally commented, completely straight-faced, as she pulled out of her parking spot.

Carly giggled. "Gross, Sam."

Sam shrugged. "What? Your brother's hot, dude. I'd so bang him…"

Carly just shook her head and sighed, adding sarcastically, "Yeah, and I'd so bang your dad."

Sam scrunched up her nose in disgust. "But he's in prison…"

After a few minutes' drive, Sam pulled her car into the parking lot designated for staff, since it was conveniently placed close to the school and close to Jiffy Mart, then got out, leading Carly up to the sidewalk.

"You really shouldn't park in the staff parking lot, ya know," Carly commented, glancing back at Sam's beat-up car sitting in a spot specifically reserved for one of the math teachers. "You're gonna get towed one of these days."

Sam shrugged. "Who cares? There's two weeks of school left."

The girls were soon stopped on their way inside the store, however, by a high-pitched voice calling out Sam's name. They stopped walking and turned around to see Rona Berger and two of her friends, mocking grins on their faces.

"Oh, hey, Rona," Sam muttered listlessly.

"Hey, Sam," Rona greeted in her usual high-pitched, almost mocking tone. "So, did you hear about my party tonight? Seniors only."

"Uh, no," Sam replied awkwardly.

Carly watched with unease, afraid of another fight between the two girls. Their hatred for each other had escalated in the past year.

"Well, you're not invited," Rona spat, then laughed cruelly. "And tell your stupid friend, Carly, not to show up either!"

With the last statement, she took the half-empty smoothie cup from her nearest friend's hand and chucked it at Sam. It hit the blonde in the chest, some of the blue substance dribbling down her shirt as the cup fell to the ground and spilled out at her feet. Carly's eyes got wide, but Sam only slightly winced at the impact of the cup, then sighed.

"Okay, will do," she said, acting unaffected.

Sam turned around and walked away, Carly quickly following behind her as they headed into the convenience store. The brunette let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were gonna punch her again," Carly admitted.

"Yeah, well… Franklin said I can't fight anymore or else he'll keep me from graduating," Sam stated simply, grabbing some napkins off the counter and wiping at her shirt as she headed for the aisle where the Fat Cakes were. "Thanks for standing up for me, though."

"What was I supposed to do? Jump in front of the cup? I was about as prepared for that as you were," Carly exclaimed, picking out a snack for herself and pulling a juice bottle out of the refrigerator nearby.

Sam shrugged, wanting to change the subject away from what had just happened. "I dunno, but we need to do something about this."

"About what?" the other girl asked, gazing at the display of muffins thoughtfully.

"Our social lives. Everyone's gonna be at Rona's stupid party, and where are we gonna be?"

A shrug from the taller girl. "At home playing video games? Watching Girly Cow reruns with Freddie? Or maybe getting drunk off of Spencer's scotch while we watch Girly Cow reruns? What do we usually do on Friday nights?"

"Exactly. We need to get out and do some partying. It's senior year and we haven't done shit. There are literally two weeks left of school and all we've done is… a bunch of research papers. I still haven't had sex!"

Carly's eyes widened at her best friend. "Sam! …So what? You'll have plenty of time in college to do all that stuff."

"No, that's the thing. I wanna go to college experienced. College is the time when girls are supposed to experiment and stuff – because they've already done all the routine stuff in high school. See what I'm getting at?"

"Um… no. I don't see the big deal with it. Honestly. It's not like you're gonna get that much experience before college anyway. It's too late."

"No, it's not!" Sam snapped. "I've got the whole summer to have a boyfriend and do all kinds of wacky, fun stuff! We can do it in the pool, and on the beach, and in the ocean, and in the shower… I could give him road head!"

Carly scoffed, picking up a pack of muffins and reading the nutrition label absent-mindedly. "Yeah, sounds romantic. I – "

"It's not about romance here, Carls," Sam stated, her face somber now as she stared at her best friend seriously. "It's about gettin' some. And I'm a girl who's desperately in need of some. I can not go to college a virgin. I've got a libido to take care of here."

"But didn't you and Jonah do stuff last year?" Carly recalled Sam's boyfriend of about a month from junior year.

The blonde shrugged nonchalantly. "He fingered me about a bazillion times and I got like, half ate out. But that totally doesn't count. He was a douche anyway."

"Ah, okay," Carly chuckled, putting back the pack of muffins.

"What about you? Don't tell me you don't wanna get laid before college starts," Sam pondered, picking out an energy drink from the refrigerator.

"I dunno… I'm just waiting for the right guy," she answered. "I mean… I flirt with Jake all the time in trig. And I think he flirts back…. but I'm not sure."

Sam's jaw dropped. "Jake Krandle? Ugh, you've gotta be kidding me, Carls."

"What?"

"Dude, Jake is so… I can't even describe it…"

"He's cute! And nice… and funny… and smart! He's in trig, for goodness's sake!"

"But he's such a nub!" Sam contradicted.

Carly rolled her eyes. "I don't see why you hate him so much… You have no reason to hate him. He's really cool, and he's nice to you even when you're a total jerk to him. Why – "

"Look, that's not what's important," Sam interrupted quickly. "What's important is that if you want your first time to be so special, don't do it with Jake. Please."

Carly just shook her head. "You're not choosing who I sleep with, Sam. You wanna get laid by whoever, well… I'm a little pickier."

The girls took their chosen items up to the counter and set them down as Sam continued on her spiel about Jake.

"Dude, Jake dated that Stephanie chick for how many years? And he cheated on her how many times? He's a total nub and a loser, and yeah, he may be nice to look at, but once you get down to it, he's probably got a six-inch cock and a six-foot ego. He's a douche and a loser, and if you give it up to him, he'll probably never call you or speak to you again, and then I'll be the one who has to deal with you and try to get you out there again in time for college, and – "

She paused as she realized she didn't have any money, adding in, "Hey, will you get this for me?"

When Carly handed over the money to the person behind the counter, Sam quickly continued. "And then you'll be crying, 'wah wah wah, why doesn't Jake like me, why can't I get a boyfriend, wah wah wah' and I'll be trying to get laid, but it won't be happening because you'll be all upset that I'm getting some and you aren't, and then I'll feel bad for going out, and guilt doesn't mix well with me… Okay?"

Carly took her change from the cashier, merely shaking her head at Sam and deciding to let it go for the moment. The girls gathered their purchases in their hands before leaving the convenience store.

When they got outside and around the building in view of where they parked, they both stopped dead in their tracks. Sam's face fell and Carly's eyebrows raised in an "I told you so" manner.

The parking spot that had once held Sam's car was now empty… she had indeed been towed.

"Fuck," Sam mumbled. "Oh well, whatever. I'll get it later. Let's go. One more tardy and I'll get another detention."

to be continued…