Yo, people!

I'm really sorry for the confusion over this chapter . This chapter is obviously not iSaved Your Life, it's iMove Out. I threw in the preview of iSaved Your Life because everyone's excited about it and forgot to mention that the next chapter is iMove Out, not iSaved Your Life. iMove Out is before iSaved Your Life in the episode guide. So sorry about that! Before I forget, the next chapter is iQuit iCarly. After that is iSaved Your Life! If you ever wanna know the order of chapters, go to Wikipedia and type in "List of iCarly Episodes."

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Now that that's all over with… sorry for the long A/N. Also, check out my new oneshot iLearn. Okay, here's the next chapter! iDon't Own iCarly!

Chapter 7: iMove Out

Sam knocked on the door again, as she usually did before iCarly. "Yo, Freddo."

"Hey, Sam," he muttered, turning back around.

Sam peered over his shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Hiding all these vegetables from my mother," Freddie groaned.

Sam laughed. "You were supposed to eat them, weren't you?"

"Yeah," Freddie moaned. "But I'm just gonna hide them instead."

Sam leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're so badddddd, Freddork."

"I know," Freddie murmured, kissing her lips quickly and stashing the veggies in the fridge. "C'mon, let's head over to Carly's."

She kissed him one last time, secretly envying girls who didn't have an unhealthy obsession with winning and would've given up on the secret bet once they both lost. But no, she had to renew it, making the stakes higher.

That day, during iCarly, Sam and Carly were introducing the next segment.

"Okay, next up," Carly began.

"On the iCarly," Sam inserted.

"We wanna do something nice," Carly told them.

"For our weird little friend Gibby." Sam gave the audience a look that meant this-kid-is-a-FREAK. It was the same one she used to use on Freddie...but she used a different one now for obvious reasons.

"He has a dog named Grubbles," Carly informed the audience.

"And Grubbles just went through a very difficult breakup with a frisky French poodle," Sam finished. Breakup…oh, how she hated that word…

Carly made a weird face. "She really jerked him around." Freddie shuddered. The poodle sounded a lot like….no, never mind.

"So we thought we'd cheer up Grubbles," Sam crossed her arms with a huge smile.

"And help him get his confidence back," Carly put in.

"By giving him his own…" Carly and Sam finished in unison, "EXTREME PET MAKEOVER!"

"Now here's Grubbles' before picture." Carly said as Sam hit a button, cueing a picture of a homely looking dog.

Carly's face was disgusted. "That's a face only a Gibby could love."

Sam did a little weird dance. "But take a look at Grubbles now!"

Sam cued the applause as Gibby (who was actually wearing a shirt) rolled Grubbles out on a tray, dressed in rappers' clothing and looking a lot better than before. "Looking good, Grubbles," Sam complimented.

Freddie just raised his eyebrows.

Carly agreed. "What's up, Hot Stuff?"

Sam petted the dog. "So, how does Grubbles like his new look?"

"Oh, he loves it," Gibby explained. "And it's been a real boost to his self-esteem!"

"Well, we're about to boost him even higher," Carly hinted, smiling at something unknown. Could it be how happy she was making Gibby?

"Yep," Sam smiled. "We're gonna make him feel super special!" She punched her fists.

"By giving Grubbles his very own…" Carly trailed off, only to be joined by Sam in saying, "PAPARAZZI AMBUSH!"

A few Ridgeway students ran out, snapping photographs of the dog and pretending to interview him. Grubbles seemed to enjoy all the attention.

Finally, they left. Carly commented, "They took a lot of pics."

"Pics we'll be posting right here at iCarly dot com," Sam announced.

"So make sure you look at 'em!" Carly smiled.

"LOOK AT THEMMM!" Sam commanded. Right after she said that, Mrs. Benson walked in.

"Freddie Benson!" Mrs. Benson stated.

"Mom!" Freddie hissed. "We're in the middle of the show!"

Mrs. Benson shook her head. "I don't care. You have some explaining to do."

"Mom, can we talk about this later…" Freddie began, but he was cut off by his incredibly strong girlfriend forcing the camera out of his arms. "Sam…you don't…take the camera..COME ON!" Sam gave him her signature smirk, meaning that first, it was good so that Carly didn't figure anything out, second, this was gonna be funny and she WANTED TO VIDEO IT, and third, even if he WAS her boyfriend, he was still the subject of her constant pranks.

Carly stuck her face in the camera. "This could be very fun to watch."

Freddie turned to his mom. "What's so important?"

"Maybe you'd like to explain the contents of this baggie." Mrs. Benson held up the baggie he'd hid in the fridge just 40 minutes before.

Freddie peered into the bag, pretending he didn't know what it was. "What is that?"

"Oh, you don't recognize this asparagus that I put on your dinner plate?" Mrs. Benson interrogated.

"Mom, can we…" Freddie then realized Sam was filming their whole exchange. He put his hand over the lens. "Don't shoot this!"

"Sorry, I can't hear you over this embarrassment," Sam joked. Freddie made a face at his girlfriend (who knew very well that Freddie was lying). He should just be glad that she chose not to tell his mother that he'd purposely hid it from her.

"Mom, please leave," Freddie begged. Sam choked back a laugh. Even if they were going out, seeing Freddie embarrassed like this was hilarious.

"After you finish your vegetables," Mrs. Benson commanded.

"Oh my g-" Freddie began, but he was cut off by Mrs. Benson saying, "You better finish that with gosh."

Freddie looked upward. "Dear Gosh, please her leave!"

Sam, who'd been grinning at Freddie (he was cute when he was upset), turned to Carly as she told Freddie, "Dude, just finish your asparagus so we can get on with the show."

Making a grossed out face, Freddie dug into the bag and shoved the asparagus into his mouth. Mrs. Benson began to sing. "When a big boy eats his vegetables…"

"Don't sing the song!" Freddie screamed.

Once iCarly was over (and Mrs. Benson left), Freddie pulled Sam aside.

"I can't believe you embarrassed me like that!" he hissed.

Sam snickered. "Chill, dude. The iCarly viewers thought it was hilarious, and it's fun seeing you get all worked up." She leaned closer to his ear."You looked good."

"We-el-ll, It…it doesn't matter! How do you know the iCarly viewers thought it was funny?" Freddie stammered at first, but regained his confidence.

Sam pulled out her PearPhone. "I checked the iCarly website on here, Fredweird. Why you getting so worked up?"

Freddie sighed. "Sorry, Sam. I guess I'm just tired of my mom embarrassing me in public. I know I'll hear about this for years now."

"You know, if anyone tries to bully you other than me, they're getting beat up." Sam reassured him. Freddie chuckled at Sam's version of comfort. "And….you know I love you, Fredly." She looked around and, seeing no one was there, she kissed him quickly on the cheek.

:"Love you too," Freddie muttered. "And thanks."

"And yes, you will hear about this for years," Sam called over her shoulder as she walked off.

The next day at school, Freddie walked over to his locker to see asparagus plastered all over it. "What's all the…" he flicked it, and realization washed over him. "Asparagus."

Two jocks behind him laughed and waved sticks of asparagus. "Hahahaha, Benson. Hahahaha!"

"Yeah, so clever!" Freddie yelled as they walked off. "Bet you guys would win a….Clevie!"

Gibby walked up then. "Hey, Freddie. Guess what they're serving in the cafeteria tomorrow?"

"Oh, is it asparagus? Cause that'd be so hilarious!" Freddie waved his arms around.

Gibby looked insulted and after a minute he left Freddie too.

Carly arrived at school then, and after a quick conversation with Gibby, she made her way over to Freddie. She asked him what he said to Gibby, and they talked about his lunatic mother. Carly told him it was time for him to stand up to his mother.

Sam came running down the stairs then, yelling, "Yodeeyodeeyodeeyo! Look at Sammy's wad of cash!"

Inwardly, Freddie scowled. She can call herself Sammy but she won't let ME call her that? But on the outside, he grinned, happy for his Sammy. Sam shoved the wad of cash in Freddie and Carly's faces. "Admire the wad."

"Whoa!" Carly exclaimed.

"How much money is that?" Freddie queried.

"Guess," Sam smirked. "Here's a hint!" She smacked him across the face with it.

Instead of getting mad (which, before dating Sam Puckett, he surely would've), he guessed, "350?"

Sam grinned at his close guess. "350!"

Freddie grinned back as Carly shrieked, "Where'd it come from?"

"These are deposits," Sam answered, explaining about how they could do a Pet Photography business. They all agreed to it.

Mrs. Benson came in then. "Freddie!"

"Uh oh," Carly muttered.

"Enter the dragon," Sam murmured as she cleared a pathway for Mrs. Benson.

"I have been waiting outside for 9 ½ minutes," Mrs. Benson informed Freddie.

"So?" Freddie retorted.

"When you were ready to be born, did I keep you waiting?" Mrs. Benson questioned.

"Yes," Freddie came back. "You were pregnant with me for 11 months."

Mrs. Benson looked horrified. "I wanted to make sure you were done."

A big crowd had gathered around Freddie and his mother. Carly leaned over to Mrs. Benson. "Um, Mrs. Benson, you're kinda drawing a crowd."

"Oh," Mrs. Benson grinned. "Are you all Freddie's friends?"

"No, no, no Mom, they're not all my friends," Freddie cried desperately.

"Who wants to see his baby pictures?" Mrs. Benson offered. The crowd grouped around Mrs. Benson's PearPhone. Freddie tried to object, but Sam shoved her hand over his mouth and held him back. As much as he usually loved Sam holding him, now he needed to get away. Mrs. Benson was showing pictures of Freddie as a baby in diapers and such. When she showed a picture of Freddie in the bathtub, Sam laughed, let go of Freddie and went to join the crowd.

"I'm out!" Freddie yelled as he stormed out. As much as Sam wanted to go after him, she knew it would give way too much away so she stayed behind and looked at naked baby Freddie.

After everyone was gone, Sam began walking home. She saw someone walking alone down the sidewalk. "Fredward! Wait up!"

He spun around. "Sam?"

She tackled him in a bear hug. When she finally pulled back a little, she whispered, "You okay?"

"Fine, now," Freddie muttered. He let go for a second, holding her by her shoulders. "Wait, you didn't see my baby pictures, did you?"

"Maybe I did," Sam shrugged, blushing.

"Samm," he complained.

Sam laughed. "What? It was too tempting."

He laughed too then, and kissed her cheek. "Well…oh, it doesn't matter."

Later, the iCarly studio was buzzing. People brought all kinds of pets to the iCarly studio- cats, dogs, rabbits, even pigs! Spencer tried to talk to them about it, but they were too busy photographing the many pets.

Suddenly, two guys barged in. They ordered all the iCarly customers out and then told the iCarly people that they (the Petographers) were the main pet photography business in town. They told them to quit doing their new business. However, the three kids refused, and the Petographers vowed revenge.

That night, Freddie crashed on the Shay's couch, after staying up and watching Girly Cow with Sam, complete with kissing. Carly had gone to bed early. She said it was a school night.

During the night, Freddie felt something tickling his ear. Thinking it was Sam, he began to laugh. However, he woke to find a vacuuming machine sucking his earwax out. After a few minutes of arguing, he finally reached a decision.

"I'm moving out!" He yelled, slamming down the ear vacuum tube and storming out of the room.

That night, Carly, Sam and Spencer came home after ice skating to find the two Petographers (and their cat, Harmoo) standing on the stairs. After a few seconds, they threw the cat on Spencer and dashed out, grabbing Harmoo on their way. They then realized that the Petographers vandalized the studio. It was completely trashed.

Sam called Freddie. He answered on the first ring. "Hey, Sammy. How was the skating rink?"

"Awesome," Sam laughed. "I got us kicked out. More on that later. ANWAY, guess what the retards did?"

"The Petographers?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah," Sam responded. "Well, guess what they did?"

Freddie chuckled. "No idea."

"They trashed the place!" Sam screamed. "Our studio! It's destroyed!"

Freddie was silent for a few minutes before saying, "You're kidding."

"Do I sound like I'm kidding?" Sam growled.

"No," Freddie muttered. "I'll be over in a few."

"Kay," Sam answered. Looking to make sure Carly was nowhere near, she whispered, "Love ya."

Freddie paused. "You too. Bye."

"See ya," Sam murmured as he hung up.

The police were of no help. They'd been bribed by the Petographers, and wouldn't do anything even with the solid evidence staring them in the face. He ended up giving them a ticket and calling Carly a 'prop.'

Freddie rushed in after they'd left. "So, are the cops gonna arrest Stewart and Ollie?"

"No," Carly sighed. "The cops are all buddy-buddy with them."

"It's total chiz," Sam growled.

"So now what?" Carly groaned.

Sam held out her arms. "Well, we're not gonna quit and let those prune pops win! We gotta fix this place up and keep taking Pet Pics."

Freddie looked upset. "My mom eats Prune Pops."

"Even if we fix everything, what's gonna stop Stewart and Ollie from coming back and trashing the place again?" Carly sighed.

Freddie had a look on his face that Sam immediately knew meant he had a plan. "Well, we could set up our Pet Photography studio in my new apartment."

Carly and Sam both gave him strange looks, Sam's more mad because she hadn't been the first to know. Freddie nodded, a big smile on his face.

Once they went downstairs, Freddie opened the door for the two girls. "Welcome to Casa El Freddo." He purposely used Sam's favorite nickname for him as a way to get her to forgive him for not telling her first.

It didn't work. "This is where you live?" Sam asked in a flat tone.

"Yeah," Freddie grinned, attempting to impress her. "It's allll mine. Ya like it?"

"Yeah, sure," Carly and Sam muttered, at a loss for nice things to say about it. Carly continued, "And I'm sure it'll be really nice after you paint it, hang some curtains…"

"Move to a new place that's less disgusting," Sam threw in.

"Sam," Carly reprimanded.

Freddie crossed his arms. "I don't care what she says." Sam smirked, wondering if he'd be saying that tonight when he wanted somebody to stay downstairs with him. She knew he couldn't stay alone in an apartment. Freddie kept going. "Anyway, Lewbert rented me this place for only 100 bucks a month and now my mom can't…"

His explanation was interrupted by a horrible screeching sound. Carly grabbed Freddie and they all three screamed. "It's all right!" Freddie screamed in an attempt to get Carly off of him (he could see the jealousy and fury radiating off Sam). "It happens every time somebody uses the elevator." Thankfully, Carly let go.

"Hey," Sam realized something. "There's no bathroom in here."

"There's a sink," Freddie pointed out. Carly and Sam both shuddered.

Sam groaned. "We can't run a Pet Photography business out of this dump! Let's just rebuild it in the iCarly studio."

Freddie shot her a glare. "So the Petographers can come trash it again? "

"They won't leave us alone," Carly informed her.

"They will if we teach them a lesson," Sam smiled deviously.

Confused, Carly asked, "What do you mean?"

"They hit us, we hit them back. Harder!" Sam explained. "That's the Seattle Way."

Freddie looked like he finally got it. "You mean WE trash THEIR studio?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "No, Freddie, I mean we rub ourselves with sweet mustard and sing show tunes."

"I just wanted to confirm what you were saying so there wasn't any kind of confusion," Freddie began to say but was cut off by the arrival of his mother.

"Wow, you can actually feel the awkward," Sam announced, grabbing the air.

"Hello, Freddie," Mrs. Benson said airily, ignoring Sam. "I didn't realize you'd have women here."

Freddie choked back a laugh. Little did she know. He then turned down her Prune Pop and told her he wasn't moving back in. Mrs. Benson blamed Carly and then Freddie kicked her out. After a big speech, she finally left.

After a while, Carly went to get supplies for the break-in. Sam collapsed on Freddie's bed.

"So, Freddie," she muttered. "This is your new place."

Freddie sat beside her. "Yep."

"And you told me and Carly at the same time," she growled.

Freddie sighed. "It'd seem suspicious if you already knew."

"I guess so," Sam groaned.

"Hey, Sammy, can you…" he began.

Sam interrupted him, already knowing what he was going to ask. "No, I'm not staying in this dump."

"Please, Sammo?" he begged, using his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine," Sam relented. "But just because I love you, and if I get scared I'm leaving."

"Yes!" Freddie jumped up, kissing her lips "Thank you so much!"

That night, they did their vandalism. Freddie timed Sam as she picked the lock. When she finished, he stopped it. "Wow. 17 seconds!" he showed Carly, impressed (as always) and proud of his girlfriend.

"That's her personal best," Carly told him.

Freddie grinned at the timer for another second before following Sam inside.

The studio was nice, and they deduced that the Petographers probably made a lot of money. Sam handed out the supplies. Carly had spray paint, Freddie a hammer, and Sam had the best of all- a big baseball bat! They were about to begin when Carly stopped them. "Wait! I'm nervous."

Freddie gave her a weird stare. "Why?"

"This is my first vandalism." Carly admitted.

Freddie smiled at her, lost in his vandalism memories. "It's easy."

"Oh, what have you ever vandalized?" Sam spit out, knowing very well what he had vandalized.

"C'mon, Fredward," Sam pulled her boyfriiend's arm. "Let's go graffiti paint the walls of the school with Briggs Sucks!"

"What? No!" Freddie exclaimed.

Sam gave him puppy-dog eyes. "Please, Freddie. Live a little!"

"Fine," Freddie gave in. "But, I'm nervous."

Flashing an award-winning smile, Sam told him, "Don't be. It's easy."

He kissed her on the cheek, whispering, "Sure it is."

A car outside locked. Carly gasped. "Stewart and Ollie!"

Freddie gasped. "What?"

"They're here, they're coming in!" Carly yelled, throwing up her hands in surrender.

Sam groaned. "Don't surrender, hide!"

Carly dove into some beanbags, Freddie hid behind a curtain, and Sam just hid in the corner. Luckily, the men didn't notice the light turning off and just came in, chatting about their dinner. They sat Harmoo down as they went to get blue tea.

"Abort!" Freddie hissed after they'd gone.

"We gotta get out of here!" Carly exclaimed.

Sam looked upset. "After we trash the place!"

"Sam!" Freddie said, reminding her of what was going on.

"Fine," Sam muttered sulkily.

"We're gonna get caught, come on!" Carly ran outside, Freddie and Sam following. However, Sam snuck back in.

Once they got back to the house, Carly and Freddie were incredibly worried. "You see Sam yet?" Carly asked him.

"No," Freddie muttered, his voice overflowing with worry.

The elevator open and the two turned to see Sam carrying a cat cage.

"Sam!" Carly exclaimed.

"Where've you been?" Freddie yelled.

Sam put her bag on the counter and opened it up to reveal Harmoo.

"You kidnapped Harmoo?" Freddie shrieked.

Sam shrugged modestly. "How great am I?"

They sent a ransom e-mail to Stewart and Ollie, saying in exchange for Harmoo they had to stop torturing iCarly and return their Pet Photography studio back to its original state. Also, they couldn't call the cops or the iCarly crew would shave Harmoo.

That night, Sam came over to Freddie's 'place'. "Hey, Freddo."

"Hey, Sammo," he retorted. "You tired?" He leaned down and kissed her for a few minutes.

"Nah, not now," Sam replied once she'd come up for air. "Got any movies?"

"Course, and my laptop, so we can watch them while…we're cozy," he smirked.

Sam nodded, stretching out on the bed. "Sounds good."

Freddie lay down beside her, grabbing his laptop. He turned on a scary movie and snuggled up to his girlfriend. Halfway through, Sam fell asleep, but she was quickly awakened by the grinding of the elevator. Sam awoke and screamed loudly.

Freddie grabbed her and held her tightly. "Sammy, honey, it's okay, it's just the elevator."

Sam finally awakened fully. "Freddo…I'm sorry, but I just can't stay here." She leaned in and captured him in a long, passionate kiss. "I can't sleep if that thing is gonna go off every few minutes."

"How're you gonna get home?" Freddie challenged.

"My mom has an ex-boyfriend that's a driver," Sam came back. "I'll call him. Why don't you go sleep on Carly's couch, if ya don't wanna go home?"

"Okay," Freddie reluctantly agreed.

The next day, Freddie came downstairs to see his mother in his old room. "Mom?"

His mother flung herself at him. "Oh, Freddie, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he reassured her.

"Please move back," she begged. "I need my little Fredward at home where he belongs."

"Promise not to embarrass me in public anymore?" Freddie asked.

"Cross my heart," Mrs. Benson promised.

Freddie raised his eyebrows. "Unlock ALL the channels on my TV?"

"Not the Nature Network," Mrs. Benson groaned.

"Mom," Freddie pleaded.

"But the elephants, with their," she began.

"MOM!" Freddie interrupted.

"All right," She agreed, pulling her only son into a hug.

Meanwhile, the Petographers had repaired the iCarly studio back to its original state. However, when they went to get the cat, they discovered it had attacked Spencer and then fled.

Freddie looked out his window, thinking of all the memories from outside. Suddenly he saw something. He realized it was…Harmoo? Not knowing if Sam was there yet or not, he called Carly. Carly answered. "Hi, Freddie."

"Hey, Carly, I can see Harmoo out my window." Freddie heard Carly gasp and repeat this to whoever was with her. Carly hung up, and Freddie stuck his head out the window. He began begging Harmoo to come to him.

"C'mon, Harmoo, c'mon," Freddie began in a nice tone, but as a minute went by he became more aggressive. By the time everyone else arrived he was yelling, "GET OVER HERE!"

"Is he out there?" Carly asked.

Freddie showed them to the window. The Petographers called Harmoo but he wouldn't come to them. Finally, one of Spencer's comments gave them a plan. Spencer climbed out on the ledge. Just as they had thought, Harmoo attacked his face. Spencer fell through the window.

Grabbing Harmoo, the Petographers left. "Great meeting you guys," Carly called behind them sarcastically.

Carly took Spencer upstairs to care for his wounds. Sam and Freddie sat down on the bed.

"I moved back in with my mom," Freddie told her.

"I knew you would," Sam laughed. "You're too much of a Mama's boy."

Freddie scowled. "Untrue! If I was, I wouldn't be going behind her back and dating you! I mean, I sneak you into my room a lot of nights! No Mama's boy would do that."

"True," Sam snickered. "Well, at least you're also a Momma's boy." She pointed to herself and pulled him into a kiss.

Freddie smiled a little, wondering what he'd do if he never met Sam.

Well, that's the end. Corny chapter, I know, but it's the calm before the storm, the fluff before the fight, you know. Since there's only ONE more chapter before iSaved Your Life! Who's excited? ME! And I'll also be writing that chapter (iSYL) from China (where I live, I'm just visiting my hometown in the USA). Sadly, I won't be seeing the premiere of iGot a Hot Room cause I leave that day, but I'll watch it ASAP.

Please review! I'll try to review my reviewer's stories! Sorry if I haven't gotten to you yet, I haven't had much time today, but I'll review more stories tomorrow! Also read my new oneshot, iLearn! It's only gotten 1 review :*(. Well, thanks and remember to review!