Disclaimer: I have and make no claim on any iCarly or Victorious copyright. Non iCarly/Victorious characters and settings are my own.
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Note: A small change to iOMG (chapter three here) leads to a very different story. This story consists of thirteen chapters.
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"Isn't it all beautiful, Sam?" Carly sighed.
The two friends were curled up on either end of the couch in the Shay's apartment, watching the royal wedding. Sam opened her eyes, a verbal response was called for, she needed to see something to comment on.
"Good sized crowd."
"Sam, is that all you're getting out of this? We're watching history being made. That's England's future King and Queen promising to forever love, honor and cherish each other. It's like a fairytale come to life."
"It's two spoiled rich kids promising to hook up until it stops being fun and popular. I'm not gonna get all drippy over two people with more dollars than sense."
"It's England, they don't use dollars."
"Okay, more pounds than pence."
"That really doesn't make any... Sam, it's romantic. Can't you just feel the romance of it, in your soul? Can't you put yourself in her place? Who's wearing that uniform for you?"
The question startled the blonde, and she drove from her mind the image of him dressed so.
"No one. All the guys around here make me sick."
"I don't believe that. You're keeping it close, but something's there, I'm sure. It's alright, I'll give you a little more time, but you know I'm going to figure it out. You can't keep that big a secret forever, not from me."
"Carly, can't you just let it go?"
Sam knew that wouldn't happen. Her friend would not give up. Not in this life.
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Freddie returned the razor to it's proper location and ran his fingers across his face to check his work. Smooth shave, he thought. Good. A busy day awaited him, school, then iCarly, and then work on the project with Brad. One last time at home before the lock-in.
He thought as he dressed. The webcast was set, everything was cool. The girls were great. iCarly marches on, even without...
The lock-in could be odd, he thought. Why did Sam want in? Could she really like Brad? No, he's too yes-sy, she hates that. Maybe she's lonely. She could feel left out. He isn't a bad guy, she could do worse. Why does it bother me so much? I hope I'm doing the right thing.
He finished dressing and went to the kitchen. Mom was up, breakfast would be ready.
"Have you thought what to tell them, Freddie-bear?"
"Mom, I just got up, please don't press me about this."
"You have to tell them. It's two days from now. They're your friends, they'll understand. You've known since last week, it's not like you to procrastinate."
"Okay, Mom. I'll tell them. Maybe at the lock-in, at least they'll have to listen. We'll all be locked in."
"That's my good Fredward. I'm just sorry I can't be one of the chaperones."
"Spencer's going. He's helping Carly and Gibby with their project, but officially he's a chaperone. I know you think he's a bit odd, but I know you trust him."
His mother nodded and set down two bowls of oatmeal for their breakfast. They sat and quietly said grace, and then ate.