I'm not really into doing song-fics, but this came to me when I heard 'It's My Party' on the radio today. For those who haven't heard the song, and I'm guessing that's anyone under 30, it's a story about a girl whose crush falls for another girl at her sweet 16 party. I just substituted a few characters and it kind of fell together. For those who don't like the outcome, don't worry, Ms. Gore did a sequel to this song and the girl ends up getting her guy in that one. People are a bit OOC, especially Sam, sorry but some creative license was needed.
No ownership of iCarly or Ms. Gore's song intended.
Spencer's POV:
I overheard Sam and Carly talking the other day and I feel sorry for poor Sam. More than anything, she wants to have a sweet sixteen birthday party but her mom's too stupid to realize it. Well, maybe she's not stupid, maybe she can't really afford it. I know they don't have much money because Pam smokes and drinks up every cent she makes. Or maybe she's just too clueless to realize her daughter is growing up right in front of her and this is a big deal to her.
Sam's been Carly's best friend since I don't know when and she's like another little sister to me, too. I swear if I wasn't afraid of the woman, I'd call Pam up and give her a piece of my mind for the way she treats Sam. She's a good kid and she doesn't deserve a mom like Pam. The poor kid's self esteem is shot, I'm just glad she has Carly and Freddie, I hope they'll have some influence on her and she'll make something more of her life than her mother did.
On top of all that, I know Sam has a thing for Freddie. She has trouble showing it in a normal way but the constant picking on him and their banter back and forth tells me it's only getting more intense between them. I wouldn't be surprised if I walked in on them making out any day now. Of course, Freddie's too much of a nerd to make the first move, or maybe he's afraid if he touched her, Sam would break him in half, but I still think it's only a matter of time. Maybe he's waiting for her birthday to finally say something.
That gives me an idea. I should throw Sam a sweet sixteen party and try to get her and Freddie together then. But I don't know how to plan a party for a teenage girl. I guess I'll have to enlist Carly's help. She's out with some new guy right now, I'll talk to her about it when she gets home.
Fifteen minutes later:
Normal POV:
"Hey little sis, you're home early." Spencer said as carly walked through the door, looking dour.
She plopped herself on the couch and sighed. "I give up."
"What's that matter? Date sucked?" Spencer asked.
"No it was wonderful, I think I'm gonna marry this guy." Carly said sarcastically. "Of course my date sucked, that's only kind of date I have."
"Well, Sorry, Kiddo." Spencer really didn't know what to say, his sister had been on so many lousy dates, he had lost count. "There's something I Wanted to ask you about. I understand Sam's birthday is coming up."
"Yeah, it's all she can think about, too. She's been working on her mom to have a party, but today she told me her mom ran off to Vegas over the weekend again, so it's hard to tell when she'll be back, poor Sam I wish she could have her party."
"How about we throw her a party then?" Spencer suggested.
"Hey that's a great idea." Carly shouted.
Over the next week, the Shays planned out Sam's party. Spencer ordered a whole bunch of pizzas and a couple of buckets of hot wings. Carly went to the bakery and picked out a nice big cake and secretly invited all the people they knew from school. Well, at least the ones who weren't too afraid of Sam to be in the same room with her unless there was a teacher present. Spencer even managed to get Freddie to volunteer to help with the decorations while Carly kept Sam distracted with a shopping trip to the mall.
The next Saturday, Carly and Sam went on their shopping trip and the boys, along with the help of Gibby set about decorating the apartment. The moved the furniture back to make a dance floor, strung up balloons and streamers and had everything all ready by the time the guests arrived. Carly sent a text when she and Sam left the mall, so they would know when to expect them.
The girls walked through the door and no less than 20 people all shouted "SURPRISE!" at Sam. For a girl who normally doesn't like surprises, Sam was touched that all these people were there to help her celebrate her sixteenth birthday. As she was greeted by classmates from Ridgeway and other random people, Sam couldn't help but notice the one person she really wanted to talk to hadn't come near her-Freddie.
He had bought her a nice gift, a new set of noise cancelling headphones, but Sam wasn't able to thank him because she always seemed to be on the other side of the room from him. She had decided days ago that she was going to tell Freddie that she liked him and ask him to dance with her at her party. Yes, she knew about the party because Gibby is lousy at keeping secrets. She only pretended to be surprised for the sake of Carly and her other friends who had planned the party.
Sam enjoyed the food and opened her gifts. She was shocked when Brad asked her for a dance. He was a cool guy, but she had no interest in him, she tried to politely get Freddie's attention, hoping he'd ask to cut in. She danced with Brad anyway, even though she wanted to dance with Freddie. After that, she was hanging around with Gibby and Tasha when Wendy came up to them and told her that she had seen Carly and Freddie dancing together a little earlier.
Of all people, Wendy knew that Sam had a thing for Freddie. Not because the two were particularly good friends, but because the red head was not only the biggest gossip at Ridgeway, she was very observant and could tell by the way Sam's face lit up around him that she liked the boy she had been so rough with since junior high.
Sam busied herself with another slice of cake and looked around the apartment searching for Freddie, but she saw no sign of him. Carly, too was conspicuous by her absence, it wasn't like her to miss a minute at being the center of attention at a social gathering, even if it was her best friend's birthday party. Sam made her way around the apartment searching desperately for the tech producer when she ran into Spencer, who told her that he had seen Carly and Freddie go up the stairs about fifteen minutes ago.
Sam headed that way, maybe she could get him alone and tell him how she felt. She was stopped halfway across the room by a new guy from her history class named Stephan who just insisted that Sam dance with him. The dude was not her type, but he had come to her party and just to be polite she agreed to dance with him anyway, during the dance he confessed that he had a crush on Carly and asked Sam if she could possibly introduce him to her.
By the end of the dance, Sam again made her way toward the stairway, but was stopped in her tracks when she saw Carly and Freddie coming down the stairs holding hands. The blonde's mouth hung open as she saw none other than Freddie's class ring on a chain around Carly's neck. What a nice birthday surprise this was. Her best friend and her crush were obviously together. Sam turned back toward the front door and felt a tear run down her cheek. Wendy noticed Sam's attempt at departure and followed her. Sam was just about to close the door when she heard Wendy's voice.
"Sam. Wait." Wendy said quietly.
"Sorry, Wendy. Not now." Sam replied, not wanting anyone else to see her cry, she was Sam Puckett, after all.
"Sam, please." Wendy begged.
The blonde left Wendy follow her to the hallway. Sam slid down the wall beside the Shay's door and buried her head against her folded knees.
"I know why you're upset, Sam." Wendy told her.
"Yeah?" Sam whimpered.
"I saw Carly. I mean her and Freddie. It'll be OK, she never goes out with a guy for more than a week. He'll be single and you can make your move, you'll see."
Sam didn't answer, she just looked up and sobbed.
"I know it hurts, Sam, but he'll come to his senses. I promise, before long they'll be split up. They aren't meant to be together. C'mon, Sam. You shouldn't cry on your birthday."
"It's my party, Wendy." Sam sniffed. "I'll cry if I want to."
