Author's Note: This is my first time doing an iCarly story, so I tried my best with the character's personalities (especially Sam's). A big thanks goes to my friend, Jess, who helped me out alot! Thanks, bud! Enjoy, and happy reading!

Chapter One: UnSweet Sixteen

Freddie Benson hated being the youngest of the iCarly cast.

While his two best friends, Sam Puckett and Carly Shay, were already sixteen, he was stuck being fifteen, which wasn't so bad.

Except for the fact that he couldn't do a lot of things: such as drive a car.

It was bad enough that he was left out when Carly and Sam decided to take driver's education classes, but Carly told him that he could take the classes as well.

"What? And get killed by Sam?" he asked, while Sam just looked at him.

"Well, look on the bright side: if you died, no one will miss you."

Carly looked at her other best friend.

"Sam--" she started to say, but Freddie cut her off.

"Yeah...well--"

"Who wants ham?" Carly asked suddenly, going into the Shay's kitchen, and Sam looked at her.

"I'll have a piece." she replied, getting up from her spot on the couch, and leaving Freddie to stick out his tongue behind her back.

Freddie couldn't figure out why he and Sam were friends if all they did was throw insults in each other's faces.

But, there was always the ever famous line, "if you hate someone, you really like them", and Freddie thought that wasn't true.

The only girl he ever liked was Carly (but didn't like him the way he liked her), and how could he possibly see Sam in a whole new light?

Nothing on earth would make him like Sam than just a friend.

It was the day before his birthday, and as they were lounging around before iCarly started, Freddie was trying to get information out of Carly and Sam: what they might be getting them as gifts, was a surprise party involved, or even if they remembered.

"So, guys, guess what tomorrow is.." Freddie said, and Sam looked at him an up-side down position on a beanbag chair that was next to Carly's.

"What? The day that you move?" she asked, and Freddie just glared at her.

"No. It's a special day." he said.

"Well, the day you move can be special." Sam reported back, and Carly looked at her before looking at Freddie.

"You don't seem very excited about this day if it's so special." Carly told him, and Freddie sighed.

True, he wasn't:

Sixteen years old ment more choices, and thinking about your life.

At sixteen years old, he didn't really want to be thinking about college.

"I am....I just don't think it'd come." Freddie commented, going back to his laptop, and Sam and Carly got up from the beanbag chairs.

As Sam and Carly were getting ready, Freddie had the camera, and they were going live in five minutes.

"In five....four....three...two...one!"

It was later that evening, and Freddie was back at his own apartment (Carly and Sam decided to have a sleepover, which he didn't want to be apart of anyways), thinking about his birthday.

Every fifteen-year old was excited to turn sixteen, but certainly not Freddie.

To tell you the truth, he was sort of scared.

He didn't know why, but he was.

Maybe it was the realization that he was going to be another year older.

He shuddered at the thought as he said good-night to his mother, and headed off to bed.

Freddie entered his room, and looked at his calender, and the ninth of November was circled in red.

Freddie sighed as he climbed into bed, and dreamt about the wacky things that will happen on his birthday....

At six o' clock in the morning, his alarm clock beeped, signaling he had to get up, and get ready for school.

Freddie groaned, and shut off his alarm, finally noticing he was a year older.

Funny: he didn't feel sixteen.

Before he went to school, however, he logged on to his laptop, and checked out :

Under a thread he had made himself, entitled Happy Birthday, Freddie!, he found several (make that a lot of iCarly viewers!) iCarly viewers had wished him a happy birthday.

But, not Carly, Sam, or even his own mother?

"Fredward! Time for school!" he heard Mrs. Benson call, and Freddie shouted back:

"Coming!"

He shut down the laptop, and placed it in his bag, realizing this would be the crummiest birthday he ever had.