Rated T (for language)

I apologize in advance for typos…

Chapter 2: George "The Boulder" Dawson

PLEASE NOTE: iFight Shelby Marks never happened because I didn't like that episode and forgot to mention it in the chapter oops.

"Carly, please."

The young brunette strode past her best friend in the hallways of their high school and quickly reminded her friend that she was busy. "Why don't you ask Leah to go with you?"

"I'd rather be thrown into an active volcano," Sam mumbled.

"What was that?" her friend asked, sticking her head out of her locker to meet a nervous set of blue eyes.

"Nothing, nothing."

"So, why don't you take Leah with you?"

Sam was about to make up a heavily detailed lie about why Freddie's dumbass girlfriend couldn't tag along with her, but the devil herself spoke before she got the chance. "What's that about me?"

The petite blonde had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes. "I got two tickets for an MMA fight but I only have one person to go with." She then put on the best fake smile she could muster up and pointed to herself. "Me."

"Oh! I'd love to go with you-" Sam's jaw clenched "-but Freddie and I have a date tonight, and I have to get ready. You know, girl stuff." The young woman then nudged the smaller blonde suggestively, and had to fight the urge to vomit.

The urge to vomit unfortunately came back ten-fold when Freddie approached the trio, and gave his girlfriend a kiss that lasted about five seconds longer than it needed to. "What we talking about?"

"Sam has a secret admirer who gave her MMA tickets for tonight," Carly answered. "But sadly he didn't wrap himself up in the gift to take her."

"Wait, what?"

"I have two MMA tickets and no one to go with, Fredshit," Sam spat. Carly plugged her ears and let out a chorus of "la la la's" at her best friend's use of vulgar language, and the victim of her words just rolled his eyes.

"Maybe if you were a bit nicer to people, you'd have a date."

"I'm plenty nice to people," she retorted flatly, "I just get a certain joy out of being mean to you."

The normally spunky brunette frowned. "You two should really be nicer to each other."

"Oh my goodness," Leah said suddenly, snatching the tickets from Sam.

"Hey those are-"

"You two should go together!" She then went on to describe how perfect the entire situation was, considering the fights ended at 5 and Freddie didn't have to be to his date until 6. Giving one of the tickets to Freddie, she reminded him not to be late before giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving Ridgeway with Carly.

Freddie nervously looked at the girl fuming next to him. "I guess we have a dat-"

"Don't say it!" she warned cautiously. "I didn't even know you were a fan of MMA, Frednerd,"

The older teen just scoffed. "What kind of man doesn't?"

-

Freddie realized he must have been a very rare kind of man.

He'd gone along with Sam to the fights, as promised, but unlike his companion, he was less than thrilled to be present.

On television MMA seemed much more practical. The fight was thrilling. As a member of the male species, he appreciated the seemingly fair violence of it all. He was quick to realize that the violence wasn't as fair or as lightly received as he had thought. In person, he realized that the blood and gore in MMA was nothing like the blood and gore on iCarly. This shit was serious. He had assumed stale popcorn was what pegged him in the eye during the first fight; Sam was quick to correct him that it was one of the weaker opponent's teeth. Great.

He couldn't bring himself to leave though. His eyes followed Sam as she hooted and hollered at the ring, rooting on her favorite of the two opponents. She was enjoying herself too much for her own good, but Freddie was well aware that she deserved it.

For some odd reason, he was still holding her hand. He tried to assure himself it was so she wouldn't run off and lose him, but when she'd squeeze his hand as she got excited, he'd immediately become addicted to the feel of her touch. She had to have been too distracted by the game to even realize he was even touching her. On normal terms, he would been kicked in the shin for even thinking about touching her, much less actually holding her hand.

It was only then that he realized he was holding her hand. As in, fingers laced, full on hand holding. Originally he had just had hold of her wrist, when had they gone to this? He tried to retrace the events of the night as accurately as possible..

"Frednerd, hello?" The voice of his female companion snapped him out of his thoughts. "Fights are all over, time for some food." She stuck out her stomach towards him and rubbed it mockingly for emphasis. He immediately noticed that her hand had slipped from his. "Yo, bro, you're going a bit slow there," she deadpanned, tugging on his collar. "Let's go."

Immediately, he snapped back. She always managed to push the right one of his buttons. "You know, you could be a bit nicer-"

"No, I can't."

Freddie groaned before turning the corner after her. "Ah, I know."

Before he knew what was going on, he lost her hand, and her body, in the crowd. Normally, he'd be forced into a state of panic over losing someone in an overcrowded stadium full of plenty of potential rapists, but this was Sam Puckett. So, he followed the signs religiously straight to the closest food stand.

"You should really slow down, you know," he teased gently, leaning lightly against the wall beside her. "One of these days you're actually going to get lost."

She tossed him an insult he comfortably ignored as she grabbed for his wallet.

"You know what's better than spending all of my money on food?" She furrowed her brow slightly before changing her expression into its usual devilish façade, no doubt thinking of all the demeaning responses to his question. "You know what? Never mind. I'll just show you."

Leah smiled warmly at Ms. Benson as she handed her another cup of tea. Lazily, she counted the empty cups in front of her. Five, Six, Seven…

"I'm sure he just got caught in traffic or something like that," the older woman smiled. "The tracking device in his head is still an option…"

Leah sighed, assuring her for the fifth time in the last hour that it was alright; tracking her boyfriend wasn't the best thing to do at the moment.

"Hey, mom, I think I'm going to stay at Carly's tomorrow since Sam is house-sitting and-" Freddie stopped mid-sentence, thinking of his girlfriend for the first time all evening. "Leah, oh my gosh, I'm so-"

"Where were you?"

"What do you mean where was I? I was where you sent me for the evening!"

Leah crossed her arms and gave him a sour look. "Don't treat me like this is my fault."

Ms. Benson sat up a little straighter in her seat on the couch, giving her son a stern look. "She's right, Fredward, What do I tell you about time management?"

"Mom not-"

"If you show up somewhere and you're late…"

Quickly, Freddie mumbled the rest of the childish tune his mother always tried to drill into his head, slipping in a curse a tone softer. His mother just smiled warmly and took a sip of her tea. "Mom? Can you please leave?"

"No, it's alright. I was just leaving." Leah looked at Ms. Benson and thanked her one last time for the company before brushing past her boyfriend and storming up to her own apartment.

Once the door shut, the teenager turned on his heel and strode towards his room, ignoring the migraine forming as best as he could.

A nap, two aspirins, and a half a dozen phone calls later, his PearPhone finally lit up, signaling he had a call. Without wasting any time, he answered it. "Leah?"

"As much as I'd love to be your peppy little girlfriend," the young woman on the voice started, a sarcastic drawl draped over her words.

"What do you want, Sam?"

There was a pause on the end of the line, and then, "Okay, let's not make a habit of this…"

And then she did the most remarkable thing Freddie Benson had ever gone through in his whole life. She thanked him for going to the fights with her and sneaking them into the backstage area. The whole nine yards. And for some reason she went on to tell him about how with her mom always out and Carly leaving the next day, she was glad that she still kinda-sorta had a friend around. And for some other odd reason, Freddie told her about how Leah and he had gotten into a fight because he'd missed their date, and how he wasn't even sure if he had a girlfriend anymore. Sam just laughed at him halfheartedly and told him that he still had a girlfriend because he was a nice guy and nice guys always seem to have girlfriends. That made him happy and sad at the same time, and he couldn't quite explain why his stomach turned at the words yet his lips curled into a smile.

"Hey. Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad I went to the fights with you. It was worth getting in trouble with my girlfriend."

"Don't get all mushy on me Fre-"

"And Sam?"

He heard her sigh. "Yes, Frednerd?"

"You're still my best friend. And I'd repeat tonight a million times if it meant I'd get to see you happy every single time."

And then he hung up, and she was kinda glad that he did because she didn't want him to hear her say, "I would, too."

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated. I do not have a good reason for not doing this. To be honest, I got 63 reviews for the first chapter and 17 for the second and I honestly was being selfish and didn't want to continue because of the loss of enthusiasm. I am writing this story with a new spark, and I have mapped out this whole story. There are about five different endings that have all been written out. Updates will ACTUALLY BE EVERY OTHER FRIDAY. No lie; this is actually when you will see a brand new chapter posted in all its glory. I promise. And for every Friday I miss I will write a oneshot for a random reviewer and I will add 1,OOO words to the chapter that was neglected to be posted. Deal? I am, again, awfully sorry.

So, yes! Next chapter is Galaxy Wars! XD Woot Woot! Let the nerds unite (; And I promise that chapter will be very long.

ONE LAST THING: I'm making it a goal of mine to respond to every review asap so yay

Yours Truly,
The Symphony Solider

WHO ELSE IS GOING TO CRY THEIR EYES OUT AT THE ICARLY SERIES FINALY?! JUST ME?! OK D':