A/N: I don't own iCarly. I want to apologize about the crazy, long delay, my schedule got really hectic all of a sudden, so I've been writing in fifteen minute bursts when I get the chance. This is the sequel to Beach Weather. The first chapter is a short continuance of what happened at the end of Beach Weather. It's pretty OOC and I apologize, but I had to do it this way to get the point across. It's fluffy and mushy, but I like it, and I felt that it was necessary for the flow of the story. After the first chapter, it fast forwards to five years later, after Freddie, Sam and Carly have graduated from college. Sorry about the long, rambling note, but I hope you enjoy. Freddie's POV.

Chapter 1

Five Years Ago

Spencer turned the key in the ignition and the car came to life. As we left the parking lot, and drove away from the beach, Sam slid over closer to me, wrapping her arm around my stomach and putting her head in the crook of my neck. I knew I was smiling like an idiot, but as I put my arm around her and pulled her even closer, I could feel her own smile grow. Maybe it was just the beach that brought Sam and I closer, maybe it was something bigger. Things could change when we get back home, and something like this could never happen again. The only thing I know for sure is that right now, at this very moment, there's no where else I'd rather be.

The traffic out of the small beach town was heavy, even though we had waited, and it took awhile for us to reach the highway. No one really said much aside from Spencer, who was singing along with the radio, loudly and off key. Once we finally merged onto the highway, Spencer stopped singing and focused on the road, something I knew we were all thankful for. He tended to get a little distracted while driving, and it was safest for all of us that he gave his full attention to the road.

Once we were in the right lane, stuck in the steady stream of traffic, Sam snuggled closer to me and the smile returned to my face. I listened as her breathing became even and deep, and I knew she had fallen asleep. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head quickly, not wanting to wake her. I turned to stare out the window, watching the lights blur on the side of the highway, the events of the day replaying in my mind like a movie. Every so often Sam would shift her position, mumbling about ham, dragging me away from my thoughts. I wrapped my arm tighter around her once her movements stopped, and went right back to my thougts.

When we finally made it back to Bushwell, I was assigned the task of waking Sam up, which may be one of the most dangerous tasks on Earth. Usually I would go for an approach such as throwing a pillow at her, even though that usually resulted in either a black eye or fat lip for me, it was the most effective way. However, todays events had inspired me to use a gentler, more calm approach. I crossed my fingers and leaned down, close to Sam's ear.

"Wake up, Princess Puckett," I whispered, trying to remain calm. I gave her arm a small squeeze, hoping that she wouldn't flail about like she usually did when woken. Thankfully, my precautions weren't necessary tonight.

Sam opened her big, blue eyes and stared up at me, a small smile spreading across her face.

"Fancy meeting you here, Frednerd," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. Blinking a few times, she slowly became more awake. I let go of her arm and slid out of the car. After a minute of stretching and yawning, she started inching her way across the seat, towards the door. Towards me.

I started to walk to the front door, when I heard her voice and turned around.

"Think I can get that ride now?" Her question made me smile, and I walked over to her, bending down so she could hop on. Once she was on, her arms secured around my neck, we made our way into the building.

"NO CARRYING PEOPLE IN MY LOBBY!!!!!" Lewbert's shrill screaming echoed in the empty lobby, and I tried my best to ignore him. He continued yelling until I felt Sam move a little. The next thing I knew, a small rock was flying through the air, and smacking Lewbert in the face. Where she got the rock, I couldn't tell you, but I wasn't about to question it. I ran to the elevator, hoping we wouldn't have to wait long. As soon as the doors slid open I hurried in, pressing the button up to the eighth floor.

There was silence in the elevator, but it was a comfortable one. With a soft ding, the doors slid open, and I took the first few steps out of the elevator before Sam tugged on my shirt. I let go of her legs, and she slid off my back. I turned around to face her, but she didn't move, just stood there staring up at me.

"You okay?"

Sam didn't say anything at first, just walked towards me and looked down at the ground. I reached out and lifted her chin with my fingers, forcing her to make eye contact with me.

"What's wrong?" She shrugged, trying her best to hide whatever was going on inside her head. As I moved my hand down her cheek, and settled it on her shoulder, I felt her body droop a little, and she let out a sigh. She still didn't answer me, and I could see the wheels spinning behind her perfect blue eyes, but knowing Sam, as much as I wanted to know what she was thinking, she wouldn't tell me until she was good and ready. She broke the eye contact and stared at the ground for awhile. After what seemed like forever, she drew in a breath, and looked up at me.

"Well, I was thinking before. Do you remember what we talked about today Freddie? About us fighting, and how maybe it meant something else other than being friends? How maybe our fighting might lead to more than friendship?" All I can do is nod, hoping that she's saying what I want her to say. I know that she'll never come out and say it, so I suck up my courage and ask.

"So, are you saying that you...that you want to be more than friends?" The smile that spread across her face reminded me of the sunshine we had been soaking up earlier in the day. She shrugged then, a typical Sam move, but I didn't expect anything else.

"Maybe I do, Nub Nub. What do you have to say about that?" She wrapped her arms around my waist and stared up at me, and there was no turning back after that. I leaned.

I'm not so sure how I feel about this. I feel like it's awkward and I'm really hoping that after this the story will get much better, so please don't give up hope on the story yet. Next chapter, fast forward.