Hello again, this is the third chapter of the story. Please review, it's always appreciated and it helps me improve!

I don't own iCarly. Some other dudes do.

"I can't go to military school!" Sam exclaimed for about the seventh time since they'd got back to Carly's apartment. "I thought I was just going to get murdered and expelled!"

"Well, what did you think was going to happen if you got kicked out of school? That you'd just hang around here all day while me and Freddie had classes?" Carly asked pointedly.

"Well…"

Carly gave her a threatening glance.

"…No. I just…I don't know…" she groaned and sat down on the couch next to Freddie. She remained quiet for a few moments before saying, "Maybe military school won't be that bad."

"Are you kidding?" Freddie snorted. "Think about it – you'd have to get up at 6am every single day, even on Saturdays, the only thing you'd get to eat would be oatmeal and bread, you'd have to do loads of exercise every day and, if you ever got into trouble which, let's face it, you will, you'll have to do even more exercise and clean everybody's boots with your toothbrush!" he ended his rant and was momentarily pleased with himself for finally getting to Sam – until he saw the panic in her eyes.

"…I'd only get oatmeal and bread?" she asked meekly.

Carly put her arm around her friend's shoulder for comfort, "It's OK, Sam, we still have the weekend for you to start your report and we're here to help you. Right Freddie?"

"Right," Freddie nodded, slightly shocked at how upset Sam looked.

"So, have you read 'Macbeth'?" Carly asked hopefully.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows in thought, "Um…is that the one where everybody gets stranded on an island and crazy love triangles ensue?"

"That's 'The Tempest'!" Spencer yelled from the kitchen, his hands full of melted marshmallow.

"Oh…then is it the one where the two families hate each other but then two of them fall in love and stuff?"

Carly frowned, "Sam, that's 'Romeo and Juliet'!"

"Oh yeah. Well, then it's the to be or not to be one, right?"

"Um…that's 'Hamlet'," corrected Freddie.

"How many plays did this dude write?!" asked Sam in frustration.

"Thirty seven," said Spencer. Everybody turned to look at him and he shrugged. "What? I know stuff…"

"Sam, how do you know the stories of those other plays?" Carly asked since Sam pretty much confessed to never fully reading a book until Freddie's dare a few months back.

Sam shrugged, "I guess I just watch a lot of TV."

Carly smiled, finally beginning to see a turning point in what had pretty much been a day of misery for her best friend. "Then maybe you know 'Macbeth', but you just don't know it yet!"

Sam stared at Carly, then at Freddie, as both her friends seemed to latch onto the same idea and smiled to each other.

"Oooookay, I'm lost," she admitted, switching on the TV.

Carly snatched the remote off her and promptly switched it off again, "Listen, you big goof, we're trying to help you here!"

"Sorry…" Sam mumbled as her two friends stood in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Macbeth!" said Carly dramatically before looking at Freddie.

"Uh…and I'm Banquo!" he said, following Carly's lead as best he could.

"And we're bestest pals, even though I'm royalty!" said Carly, linking arms with Freddie.

"Looks like Banquet's a bit of a dork, to me," Sam commented from the 'audience'.

"It's Banquo!" Freddie snapped huffily.

"Whatev."

"Ooh, I love amateur dramatics!" clapped Spencer, jumping onto the couch beside Sam as the play continued.

"Say, Banquo, I better go and speak to those three witches!" said Carly jauntily.

"Oh! Yeah, you do that," Freddie replied. He walked off-stage then promptly came back on again. "Uh, hi. I'm…the three witches."

Sam burst out laughing.

"Sir, there's clearly only one of you," Spencer noted.

"It's ma'am," said Freddie in character, and then Sam was in stitches. "Carly!" Freddie protested, angry and embarrassed.

"C'mon Freddie. Just play along!"

"Fine…" he grumbled before composing himself, "…well, we think you should go and kill King Duncan…and why do you get to be Macbeth, anyway?!"

"Kill Duncan, you say? But he's always been nice to me! I think I should ask my wife, Lady Macbeth," Carly smiled at Freddie.

"Oh come on!" he growled.

"This is getting good!" remarked Spencer with a grin.

"Alright, alright…" Freddie gave in after Carly fluttered her eyelashes at him, "…I'm Lady Macbeth," he said in monotone, trying to ignore Sam's laughter.

"Do you think I should kill Duncan?"

"Go for it," he replied flatly.

"I don't know…"

"Seriously, just murder the guy."

"Alright!" Carly waited a beat, then looked at Freddie again. "Hi, Duncan!"

Freddie rolled his eyes as Carly pretended to stab him and said with no emotion whatsoever, "Oh no, you have slain me."

"Nice one, Macbeth!" cheered Sam.

Carly and Freddie continued to act out the rest of the play until Carly proclaimed, "The end!" and they bowed.

"That was awesome!" Spencer praised animatedly.

"I was entertained," smiled Sam, looking at Freddie with an odd gleam in her eyes.

"Shut up," glared Freddie, before she could say anything else.

"Well, I guess I better finish off my marshmallow meerkat," Spencer sighed, wandering back to the kitchen, where his gooey sculpture stood, half complete,

"Can we eat it when you're done?" asked Sam hopefully.

"No!" said Spencer. "Well…at least not until he's been to the ice-cream parlour.

"Can we go to the ice-cream parlour?" Sam looked at Carly.

"No we cannot!" she replied, disguising a laugh at her food-obsessed friend. "Besides, I think it's time you said goodnight. You've got a big day ahead of you, and it's past your bedtime."

Sam chuckled as she lay back on the couch, her feet resting on the coffee table. "I don't have a bedtime."

"You do in this house, young lady," asserted Carly, having fun playing 'mother'.

"But Carly, I – "

Carly grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and began to roll it up, and Sam almost fell over in her haste to get to the stairs. "Well, I suppose I am kinda tired," she said, safely out of range.

Freddie smiled at her sarcastically, before adopting a high-pitched voice and saying, "Nightly night, Sam!"

"You too, Freddie," Carly said to him, a mock-stern expression across her face.

"Funny, Carly," he smiled.

"No. Seriously," Carly said, before playfully hitting Freddie with the magazine until he was forced to retreat to the front door.

"Aw, c'mon, Carly!" he whined, wanting to stay in her company as long as he could.

"Goodnight, Freddie," said Carly gently as she closed the door behind him.

"Way to ditch the nerd!" Sam said approvingly from her position half way up the stairs. "So, what are we – "

"–BED!" Carly repeated forcefully, wielding the magazine.

"I'm gone!" Sam shot up the stairs.

"Are you off to bed too, Carls?" Spencer asked.

Carly nodded, "Yeah, I suppose I'm going to have to get up pretty early."

"Sleep well! I'd hug you but…" he displayed his marshmallowy hands to her. "I'm hugging you in spirit," he decided.

"Spirit hugs to you too, Spence," Carly smiled before heading upstairs.