Yay, another chapter... DON'T expect this to happen often. I am flighty and I have things to do.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly... or the song. I may write one based on one of my songs but most likely I will never own any of them.

Tonight, Tonight

They stared at each other from across the cheap motel room.

"So..." She tried to break through the tension. His expression just got more even furious than before. "I'm sorry." She tried to step closer to him, but he backed off.

"Sam!" There was so much about that girl that could infuriate him. "You. Cheated. On. Me." He angrily stepped into the middle of the room.

"I. Did. Not." She also stepped into the middle of the room, just less angrily than her partner.

"So, you call making out with that..." He struggled for the correct term, "...hobknocker, not cheating?"

"No, because I didn't 'make out' with him," she plainly stated. "I just really wanted his ham, but really didn't want to pay for it."

"Oh, you paid for it all right. With your lips."

"It's called a distraction. Did you try his ham?" She got closer to him, also called a distraction.

"Stop," he pushed her an arm's length away, "And yes I did try his ham, I would have bought it for you."

"I didn't want to ask you, baby, you've already gotten me so much." She tried to take his hand. He retracted.

"I just need to go for a while," he brought her closer and pressed their foreheads together. And in an instant he was out the door.

She sat on the bed and instead of crying, all she wanted to do was trash the place and leave without him. She settled for tearing up a crappy pillow and watching a pay-per-view MMA fight. Just as her favorite fighter was about to be knocked out, she fell asleep, as the fighting had been less than amusing.

He returned late, well more like early in the morning, and slipped into bed as quietly as he could so he wouldn't disturb her.

"Why do you have a tattoo of Zach Galifianakis?" She asked when he woke up to her lifting his shirt.

"What? Why are you messing with my shirt? I'm still kinda mad at you." He said, even though the anger was lessened.

Ignoring his questions, she asked her own, "And why does it kinda look like me?"

Still groggy he replied, "What the chiz are you going on about?" He looked at the place she was staring at and was insulted by a tattoo of what seemed to be his girlfriend and Zach Galifianakis's hermaphrodite love child. He was stunned into silence.

"Wait. No. This is only permanent marker, but damn someone did a fine job screwing you over," she reassured him, which also made him think she did it.

"Sam..." He said disapprovingly.

"Well, you know I'm bad at drawing myself, and I may have gotten distracted by The Hangover. Which reminds me, can we go to Vegas next? And hey, you were the one who didn't notice someone drawing on them." They sat in silence for a bit. "Do you forgive me?" She stated, hopeful.

He let her sweat for a full '60-one thousands', then answered, "Yeah. But there's one thing we need to do before we leave here." From the beginning, even from the moment he saw her kiss the ham-seller, he knew he would forgive her, he just wanted to make her sweat a bit, maybe feel some remorse.

"What?" Freddie just smiled and told her to put on some nice clothes.

"Fredwad, I swear to the ham gods that if you don't tell me where we are going I'm going to-"

"What? What are you going to do? You're blindfolded and I'm driving so even if you do manage to hit me, you'll die too." He explained to her.

"AT LEAST I WOULD KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING!"

"Sam, just calm down." He put a free hand on hers.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN? SOMEONE HAS MY HAND!" He retracted his hand but said nothing. As he attempted to park the car he may have given the vehicles next to him a slight kiss, which seemed to unnerve her even more. He was never a good driver, which was the main reason she had wanted to drive in the first place.

"We're here," he stated, wondering if he should get out of the car.

"Can I take the blind fold off then?" She asked, almost willing to rip the damn thing off. "Momma wants to know where she is."

"Just wait my blond-headed demon." He got out of the car and opened the door for her. Even though she as blind folded, she refused to let him help her out of the car. Instead, she hopped down from the seat and plummeted to the rocky ground. "Smooth." He said as he helped her up. This resulted in a wayward punch that never really made it's target.

"Well if someone hadn't blind folded me, this might not have happened." As the comebacks bubbled up to his lips, he kept quiet and let the accusation slide. All he did was take off the tie he had used to blind fold her and put it on his neck.

"Where are we?" Her eyes adjusted to the light.

"Hollywood," he stated. "Well, a party on top of the Hollywood sign."

"No. Way. How?" She wondered how the nub had access to such an exclusive event.

"Remember that time we met Kenan?" She nodded. "Well after we got back at the scuzball who was cheating on Carly, I helped Kenan with some technical stuff and just now got to call in the favor." The gesture of the party was so nice she almost felt guilty for kissing the meat seller. Almost. That ham was pretty darn tasty.

"Aw... Frederly has connections!" Was all she could say as a thank you. It was like her body was hardwired to insult anyone near her.

"You know it babe," he took her hand and they headed for the party. "Just promise me you won't push anyone off the edge."

"I won't. Unless they touch my ham. Or if it's Ginger Fox. Or that Wade Collins guy. They're all fair game," he just chuckled as he began to dance awkwardly with his travel buddy.

That was Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae... you probably know it. Yeah, I have a wide range of music.