A/n: I write way too much fanfiction. I think I have a problem. Anyone know of a patch or support group I can turn to?

Kudos to anyone who knows where Carly and Sam's banter about calling shotgun comes from.

As soon as the bell rang at the end of eighth period, Sam jetted out of math class and went straight to the student parking lot behind the gym. Freddie always drove her and Carly to Carly's place after school. Sam waited around for Carly and Freddie to show up. She mindlessly kicked at some gravel as her mind wandered back to the unknown highway in Freddie's car.

"I know that look."

Sam looked around and saw Carly coming up to her. "That's the look you have when you're daydreaming."

Sam nodded. "I've been doing that a lot lately."

"I know. I see that look whenever we're in class."

"Well, school's not as interesting as what's going on in my head."

"And what's going on in your head? Life after graduation?"

"Yup."

Carly leaned against Freddie's car. "When you daydream about life after graduation, do you daydream about college and what it might be like?"

Sam shook her head. "Not really. But today I did think back to when I made my schedule for the fall. It was totally an accident, though. I swear."

"Come on, you're excited about college, though, aren't you? Especially when you found out you could choose what classes you wanted to take."

"No more geography, no more Spanish, and no more biology, shoosh yeah!" She pumped her fist in the air.

"Are you only taking easy classes?"

"Eh. Not really. My counselor said I had to take math. Plus, I have to keep my grades up if I wanna try out for the softball team."

"You're gonna do that?"

Sam shrugged and leaned against Freddie's car. "I want to, yeah. Since my counselor told me they really needed help, I kinda feel like they're the underdogs."

Sam took her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. 3:12. "Where's Freddie?"

"Yeah, we don't usually have to wait this long for him to get out of class." Carly glanced up at the back door of the school.

Just as Sam was about to put her phone away, it went off. She unlocked it and saw a text from Freddie: "be outside in a few."

"He's on his way," Sam said, showing the text to Carly.

"What do you think was up with him at lunch?" Carly asked.

"With his idea face? I don't know." Sam put her phone back in her pocket. "Sometimes, I wish I could read boys' minds."

"Join the club."

Sam looked over at the back door of the school, and finally saw Freddie come out. He had his head down and he was walking a little slower, because he was doing stuff on his phone.

"LET'S GO, FREDDIE!" Sam yelled.

He looked up from his phone and saw Sam waving him over. He quickened his pace to reach his girls, still leaning against his car.

"What took you?" Sam asked when he finally got to them.

"Sorry. I was in the library." Freddie put his phone in his pocket.

"Library?" Carly repeated.

"Yeah, I got held up. My class was in the there last period," Freddie explained hastily as he looked through his backpack for his keys. He wasn't making eye contact with Carly or Sam.

Sam looked at him. "You have gym for last period."

"Why are you acting so weird?" Carly asked.

Freddie shrugged and made his way to the driver's side.

Sam turned to Carly. "Oh, by the way? Shotgun."

"Ugh! I always forget to call it!" Carly opened the backseat door.

"Yeah, you need to work on that." Sam climbed into the passenger's seat.

"I know. Next time, I'm gonna make sure I call it before you." Carly got into the backseat.

"Nuh-uh. I call shotgun for eternity!" Sam shut the door.

"You can't call shotgun for eternity!" Carly said indignantly.

"Yuh-huh, I just called it."

"You can't just call things." Carly buckled herself in.

Sam paused. "I call that I can call things!"

Freddie laughed as he started the car. "Let's get out of here."

"Yes, please." Sam leaned her head back against the head rest of her seat and shut her eyes.

From the back seat, Carly looked back and forth between Sam and Freddie. "Okay, I get why Sam would want to get out of school like right away, but, why you, Freddie?"

"Senioritis?" Sam asked him.

"Yup," Freddie replied as he pulled out of the parking lot and into the street. "It's a hard thing to overcome. My mind wanders way too much these days."

"What do you think about?" Carly asked. She leaned forward in her seat.

"Same stuff I daydream about during class," Sam replied, opening her eyes. She twisted in her seat to look back at Carly. "We're both in this car, on some random highway, just driving."

"Where to?"

"Nowhere," Freddie answered. "We never really have a destination." He took a left on Abrams Street.

"It takes the stress away. When we're in that daydream, we're both really relaxed. We're practically singing 'Hakuna Matata'," Sam joked.

"So, that's what you daydream about when you're not thinking about food," Carly said.

"It's a symptom of senioritis," Freddie said. "You dream about getting away a lot."

"I don't," Carly said.

"Well, you're not in full senioritis mode yet," Sam replied. "You're too busy worrying about Spencer burning down the whole Bushwell Plaza to be fantasizing about getting away."

"That is so true, you have no idea."

Sam turned away from Carly and leaned to turn the radio on. "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga filled the car. Sam rolled her eyes and was about to change the station when Carly said, "No, I like this song!"

Sam turned back towards Carly. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"You know, there's a song out that's kinda like this one. It's called 'EXPRESS YOURSELF' and it's by a singer named MADONNA."

Carly rolled her eyes. "Are you still on that? Can't you drop it?" she asked.

"Did you listen to 'Express Yourself' yet?"

"No."

"Then, no, I won't drop it. The song's a total rip-off."

Carly crossed her arms. "It is not. You said 'Express Yourself' is about holding out for a guy that'll treat you right. 'Born This Way' is about being proud in who you are."

"You haven't listened to it, though, so you have no idea."

While Carly and Sam chatted with each other, Freddie was trying to picture how spring break was going to shape up. He'd rushed out of last period gym to get to a computer in the library to double check lower balcony seats for the 17th. It would be better if he and Sam got lower balcony seats. They would be able to see everything and they'd be a safe distance away from the craziness down on the floor. Sam's birthday was next Thursday, and it took twelve hours to drive to Sacramento, assuming they wouldn't run into really bad traffic. They would have to do iCarly Tuesday night instead. He would need to make sure his mom wouldn't find out about this trip. Maybe he could convince her to stay at Aunt Jennifer's next week. She'd be out of the apartment, and not constantly breathing down Freddie's neck.

He pulled into the parking garage at the Bushwell Plaza and found his parking spot. He'd gotten it after he talked to Lewbert and paid the $7 a month fee. His parking spot was right next to his mom's. When he broke the news to his mom about the car, she had reacted pretty much the way he expected her to. She didn't have time to give him a stern talking-to for buying a car behind her back. Instead, she put on a surgical mask and rubber gloves, grabbed her bucket of cleansers and scrubbed the car until 4 AM. She also made a few deals with him. One was that his parking space had to be next to hers. Another was that he would only get gas from the station around the corner, as it was the cleanest (according to her). Another was that he was to never answer his cell phone while he was driving, unless she was calling him (then he would have to put her on speakerphone). Freddie had agreed to all her terms, in hopes that he could convince his mom to get his curfew extended from 9 to 10. Yeah, he was pushing the envelope a little, but he was graduating in two months.

He pulled into the parking lot at the Bushwell Plaza and found his parking spot. As he parked, Carly said, "We need to put ideas together for next week's iCarly."

"I vote that we make Gibby dunk his head into a bowl of green Jell-O," Sam said, unbuckling herself and getting out of the car.

Freddie laughed as he got out of the car and shut the door. "Why?"

"Just 'cause."

"What would that demonstrate, though?" Carly asked as the three of them made their way inside to the elevator.

"What do you mean?" Sam hiked her bag up on her shoulder.

"Well, we had Gibby sit in a tub of ice to demonstrate that ice is cold. What would we demonstrate if we have him stick his head in a bowl of Jell-O?"

"I don't know, that you can't breathe under Jell-O?"

The elevator door opened on the eighth floor and they all stepped out. Carly pondered Sam's answer as they made their way to her apartment.

"That could work," she said, absently taking her eyes out of her bag and opening the door. "We might have to use something bigger than a bowl, though. We could just use the tub we used for the ice and make the Jell- AAAUGHH!"

"EN GARDE!" Spencer yelled, brandishing a sword. He was dressed in a red soldier's uniform that was ripped in places. Underneath the uniform, he was covered in thick gray fur, some of it peeking from underneath the rips of the uniform. He had on a giant rat's head with crazy red eyes and huge yellow sharp-looking teeth. From underneath the head, he was making his "beavecoon" noise. Then he took off his rat's head, grinning.

"What is that?" Carly asked.

"Oh, this?" He did a slow spin so they could get a good look from all angles. "It's a rat soldier costume. I'm a fighting rat!"

Carly shivered. She hated rats, even domestic ones. "Why are you a fighting rat?"

"Well, I'm not really a fighting rat." Spencer put his rat's head on the coffee table. "I'm making costumes for the Center for the Arts' production of The Nutcracker. They need these done by next week."

Sam gave Spencer a weird look. "They're putting on a Christmas show in April?"

"As long as they're paying me to make the rat costumes, I don't care. But I'm gonna take this off, it's starting to itch." Spencer went into his room, sticking the sword inside a gap of the Bottle Bot as he walked by.

Freddie saw Sam eyeing the rat's head on the coffee table. "You have an idea with that?"

She nodded and picked up the head. "I'm thinking of Gibby opening his locker, and seeing this staring up at him, sitting in a puddle of fake blood. Dude, that would've been one heck of an April Fool's Day prank."

Carly shivered again. Then there was a strangled yell and a crash from Spencer's room. He shouted, "Hey, guys, the zipper's stuck. Anyone give me a hand?"

Freddie called out, "Not it!"

Sam said, "Not it!"

Carly jumped a little at how quick they were, looking back and forth from Freddie to Sam. "What, no, I- UGGGGGHHHHH."

"It's like calling shotgun. You need to practice," Sam said.

"Yeah," Carly huffed as she dropped her bag on the floor and went to go help Spencer out of his costume.

Sam put the rat's head back on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, setting her bag at her feet. She leaned her head back. "I'm always tired after school."

"Surprise, surprise," Freddie said, sitting down next to her.

Sam shifted on the couch so she was facing Freddie some more. "So what's your spring break gonna be like?"

Freddie paused for a little bit. "I'm not sure. All I know is I wanna do something awesome."

"Something awesome? That's specific."

Freddie smiled a little and took her hand. "I wanna go a little nuts. I've never told you this before, but one of the things I like most about you is how you can let everything go and just feel free. Remember when I got my car? How I said I wanted to drive somewhere far and not care about the rest of the world?"

Sam nodded.

"I wanna do that now. For spring break."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really? D'you think you'd have the guts to do this under your mom's nose?"

"Well, I bought my car without her knowing, and she still doesn't know we're dating."

She nodded again. "Good point. But how are you gonna get past her?"

Freddie shrugged. "I don't know yet. I think I might call my Aunt Jennifer and have her give me a hand with getting her out of the house next week." He let out a sigh. "Trouble is it'll get lonely if I'm just going on this trip by myself."

She laughed a little. "Really? That's how you're gonna ask me to come with you?"

"No, you're right, that was lame. Do you wanna come with me?"

"Well, where would we go?" she asked.

Freddie didn't say anything; he didn't want to spoil anything for her. He just looked at her. For a while, she looked back, then said, "You don't know, do you?"

He shrugged. "Well, I was thinking at first that we'd just drive around, head down to California, and we'd stop on your birthday and do something awesome."

Sam gave him a look. "Could you be more specific than just 'awesome'? What would this 'awesome' thing be?"

Freddie shrugged again. He was dying to tell Sam his big plan, but he kept his mouth shut. "We'll probably see when we get there."

Sam's look turned into a grin. "Tricking your mom into leaving for a week so you can do all kinds of mindless chiz with me? You're coming along nicely."

Freddie leaned in and kissed her. They took advantage of the empty living room and kissed longer than they usually did. They didn't even notice that Carly had come back from Spencer's room.

She walked backwards into the living room, looking into Spencer's room. "So, why do you have a poster of-?"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT IT!" Spencer yelled.

Carly just raised her eyebrows. "Well, okay."

She turned to Sam and Freddie. They were still kissing. She put her face really close to them and yelled, "HEY!"

They jumped, broke apart, and looked at her. "What?"

"Let's go plan the next iCarly," she said brightly. She turned and began skipping up the stairs.

Sam groaned. "I'm too comfortable on the couch. I can't get up." She leaned her head on Freddie's shoulder.

Freddie kissed the top of her head. "Do you need a piggyback ride upstairs again?"

Sam nodded. Freddie grinned and got up, turned his back on her, and crouched down so she could get on his back. Freddie hiked up her thighs and she wrapped her arms around him. He started walking up the stairs.

"Don't fall again, like last time," Sam warned.

"Oh, that was your fault," Freddie shot back.

"How? Your shoe was untied!"

"You untied it!"

"Oh, yeah."

Planning for iCarly took all afternoon, which turned webshow planning into Sam and Freddie staying for dinner at Carly's. They discussed the best way to make green Jell-O in a tub, and debated on whether exploding pillows was funnier than raining marbles. Sam tried to convince Carly and Freddie to use one sketch to make a blender rocket, but they wouldn't hear it. They did agree to use the proposed blender for a new iCrush It. They discussed which user submitted clips to use, started planning another "Cowboy with a Moustache and Idiot Farmgirl" Pathetic Play, and debated on what to use for another "Hey, What Am I Licking?".

At 8:30 Freddie went home and did his homework. Senioritis or not, he still had to be serious about schoolwork. If he just got it done right then and there, he wouldn't have to worry about it later. Once he was done, he laid everything aside and opened his laptop. Now was the time to start planning for next week.

First, he had to make sure he could get his mom out of the apartment for a week. If Aunt Jennifer couldn't do it, he'd call Aunt Susan. He grabbed his phone, looked through his contacts, and found Aunt Jennifer's number and dialed it.

He put his phone to his ear and listened to the ringing tone while he waited for Aunt Jennifer to pick up. He thought of ways he could convince Aunt Jennifer to take his mom for a week. He didn't want to make it seem to her that he was up to anything that his mom wouldn't approve of.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Aunt Jennifer, it's Freddie."

"Hi, Freddie." Her tone sounded pleasantly surprised and a little confused. Freddie didn't usually call Aunt Jennifer unless he was thanking her for a birthday present.

"I need you to do me a favor. A really big favor."

"Um, what favor is this?" she asked.

"Next week is spring break, and I think my mom could use a vacation. She's been working overtime at the hospital a lot lately." Ah, that would do it. Aunt Jennifer lived in Olympia, a block away from a spa and she loved abusing the frequent visitor discount. "Would you mind if she spend next week with you?"

"Hmmm," she said, apparently thinking. "What does your mom think of this?"

"I haven't told her. I kind of want to surprise her with it."

"Oh, well, that's nice of you, Freddie. I'd love to have her over."

"Great, that's awesome."

"Should I just call her now on your landline? Is she back from work yet?"

"Yeah, she got back half an hour ago. You can call her."

"All right. Bye, Freddie."

"Bye, Aunt Jennifer."

When Freddie hung up, he realized he'd been crossing his fingers during the whole conversation. He put his phone down, sat down in front of his laptop, and started surfing the Internet. Freddie found the right website, and clicked on "Tour Dates". He found the Sacramento April 17th show, and clicked on "Buy Tickets". He saw two lower level balcony seats right next to each other and clicked on those. It would cost 84 bucks total. It might've seemed a bit much to anyone, but when Freddie had used one of Sam's passes to the Seattle Technology Museum, he saw in the gift shop window that passes were 15 bucks apiece. Sam had given him five passes.

He wanted to do this for Sam. Up until now, it had been just an idea. But when he completed his purchase and printed the tickets out, it became real. It was going to happen.

No, this story and the one-shots are not being published in order. I'm just doing it randomly. But here's how everything is in chronological order:

iOMG (the episode) - iHave an Answer - iSet Up Ground Rules - iDon't Mind - iAlready Have Plans - iHit the Wrong Button - iGet a Car - iSmell a Road Trip – iProm

R&R!