A/n: Second/ third attempt at Seddie. I started to write another one, but when this idea came up, I just combined the two stories.
I do not own iCarly. It all belongs to Schneider's Bakery.
Mondays were always a pain for Sam. She hated waking up early, and she hated schlepping down to school. The only things that made school bearable were Carly and Freddie. Most of her classes were with Carly, but she had all her study halls with Freddie. At the beginning of the year, when they finally established that they were a thing, she convinced him to sneak into the back room in the library and spend their study halls there. Sam came up with that plan so that no one would bother them and ask stupid questions about why they were dating. Carly, Spencer, and Gibby knew, but that was it. And after Gibby's wide-eyed, "But you guys hate each other!" reaction, they felt best to keep their relationship private. Not even Freddie's mom knew.
Standing by her locker, she checked the time on her phone. 30 seconds left until her Italian sausages were cooked to perfection.
Carly came up behind her. She saw the smoke coming out of Sam's locker and gave her a look. "What are you cooking this time?"
Just then, Sam's phone went off. She quickly opened her locker, and lifted the cover of her Gary Coleman grill. "Tada!" she said loudly, gesturing to her locker.
Carly looked inside. "Really?"
"You're surprised?" Sam laughed a little.
"I'm only surprised it's not steak," Carly said.
"It's Monday. I only eat steak on Wednesdays, so I can get over the hump." She speared a sausage on a fork.
"The hump?"
"Wednesday? Humpday? It's the middle of the week!" She took a bite of sausage. "Steak is my comfort food, and sausages are my energy food. They help me get through Mondays so I can go home and sleep."
Carly shook her head smiling, and opened her locker.
"And whenever I need a little extra energy, it's usually beef jerky," Sam added.
"Unless you need something sweet, then it's a Fat Cake," said a voice from Sam's right. Freddie had come up from his locker down the hall.
"Hi, Freddie," Carly said, peering around her locker door.
"Hey," he replied to Carly. He leaned against the wall and smiled at Sam. "Italian sausage?"
"Yep," she said, taking another bite.
"Should've known. Last week it was chorizos." He said chorizos in his Spanish accent, rolling his r's, which made Sam smile.
Sam didn't know what exactly it was about Freddie that made her heart thump like crazy, but she didn't question it. One thing she knew she liked was that he had multiple grins. Anyone who knew Freddie casually would think he had one grin. But Sam knew he had several. One particular grin was reserved specifically for her. She'd never seen him look at anyone else the way he looked at her.
Freddie, on the other hand, knew exactly what he liked most about Sam: her confidence. She was loud, meat-loving, violent, and funny, and she didn't care. She always put herself out there for the world to see, as if to say, "This is who I am. Love me, or love me more." Or rather, "Love me, or stay away from me before I shove your head into a toilet."
"So, what's Sam Puckett's lunch going to be today?" Freddie asked. This was a joke between them. Ever since they'd started dating, Sam seemed a lot hungrier than usual. Last Tuesday, her lunch consisted of chicken noodle soup (with extra chicken), two hot dogs, a double cheeseburger with bacon, three cylinders of Dingles chips, two plastic baskets of curly fries, and five Fat Cakes.
"It won't be as epic as last week's feast," Sam said, swallowing a mouthful of sausage and poking her fork into another. "But I do have a ham steak in my mini-fridge." She patted her mini-fridge lovingly.
"So, what, you just bring food from home and stick it in there?" Carly asked, closing her locker.
"Yup," Sam said, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a plastic bag of ribs. "These are for Friday." She put them inside her fridge.
The PA system crackled and then spoke throughout the school. "Attention, seniors. This week, prom tickets will go on sale during lunch and before homeroom. The last day to buy tickets will be this Friday, and prom itself will take place on Saturday. This year's theme is a masquerade ball. Also, when you're buying your tickets, you can write on a list provided whom you would like to sit at your table."
"Ooh, prom!" Carly said, looking at Sam. "You gonna go?"
Sam shrugged. "Yeah, maybe." She looked at Freddie, who raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" he asked. "I didn't peg you as the prom-type of girl."
"Yeah, but just because I don't wear skirts doesn't mean I don't like getting glammed up once in a while," she said matter-of-factly, shutting her locker. She turned to Carly. "Remember that pink ball gown I wore in the Miss Teen Seattle Pageant? I looked pretty smokin' in that, huh?"
"That was a great dress," Carly agreed.
"It was," Freddie chimed in. "I saw the pics on iCarly."
Sam polished off her sausage and stuck her empty fork in her pocket. "Random question," she said, looking at Freddie, "if you didn't peg me as a prom girl, who were you gonna go to prom with?"
Freddie shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I would've gone stag."
"Hey, that could be a fun poll on iCarly," Carly said. "It could be prom-themed. Like, 'who's your dream prom date?' or 'what's your ideal prom theme?'"
"A carnival," Sam said immediately. "That's my prom theme."
"Not bad. I can picture that," Carly said, hitching up her bag onto her shoulder more securely.
"If you want a tricky prom question," Sam said, "how about 'what is better than going to prom?'"
"Ooh, that is tricky," Carly said.
"What is better than going to prom?" Freddie asked.
"One answer has to be lame, though," Sam said. "Like, 'stay home with my whatever number of cats.'"
Carly laughed. "That's good. What would the other options be, though?"
"Well, what would do you instead of prom that would be better? Carly?" Freddie asked.
"Oh God," Carly said. "I don't know. It'd have to be epic. Like going to the Worldwide Studios theme park in Hollywood and riding the Spinna-Spider-Wheel 'til I puke or something."
"Been there, done that, must do again," Sam said. "Good one, Carls. Freddy-o?" Sam turned to face Freddy and leaned against her locker.
Freddie let out a puff of air. "Uhhhhh... jeez. I'd, um..."
"Any day, now," Sam said.
Freddie gave her a look but went on, "I would... oh, go to that indoor water park in Fresno, Vast Fox. I went when I was a kid. They have an arcade, and this thing called Magic Journey, where you get a wand that when you point it at stuff, it makes it light up, and you play this big scavenger hunt around the resort with it."
"Wow! That place really exists?" Carly asked excitedly.
"Yeah, now I feel like going," Sam said.
Freddie grinned. "Sam?"
"Let's see... if I weren't going to prom... I'd go race go-karts at the Wheelie-O and chow on corndogs," Sam said.
Freddie looked impressed. "Nice. Feel like skipping prom and doing that instead?"
"Shoosh yeah!" Sam said, pumping her fist in the air. "But I'm not paying for the corndogs."
"Seriously?" Freddie asked.
"Nah," Sam said, laughing. "Even Pucketts need one night when they feel all sizzlin' hot."
She licked her finger, put it to her butt, and made a sizzling sound. Freddie laughed.
The first bell rang, which caused the people around them to scatter and head to homeroom. Unfortunately for Carly, Sam, and Freddie, they all had a different homeroom.
"Later, guys," Carly said as she headed to her class.
"Bye, Carlotta," Sam said, waving.
"Adiós," Freddie said.
After Carly left, Freddie glanced around to see that the entire hallway had emptied. Freddie looked down at Sam, who was still leaning against her locker.
"So, you really wanna go to prom?" Freddie asked her as he scooped her hand up and laced his fingers with hers.
She nodded. "Yeah. I wanna actually feel like Princess Puckett for one night of my life."
Freddie nodded, leaned down, and kissed her softly. "Good to know," he said. He started to walk away.
"Wait, wait." Sam started to go after him. "What does 'good to know' mean?"
Freddie turned around. "It means 'good to know'."
"Nyeh."
"Nyehhh. Bye, Sam." He walked backwards as he talked to her, and then turned around after he said good-bye.
Sam, still shaking her head and chuckling a little, headed off to homeroom. This was another thing Sam liked about their relationship. Dating or not, they were still the same Sam and Freddie, still teasing each other.
A/n: Vast Fox is a parody of a real-life resort called Great Wolf. I went to one of the resorts in the Poconos, and they legit have an arcade, indoor water park, and that scavenger hunt with the wands (called MagiQuest). But I don't believe they have a resort in Fresno (there's one in Garden Grove that's supposed to open in a couple years).
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