DISCLAIMER

I DON'T OWN iCARLY


"IS THIS TRUE, FREDDIE?" Mrs Benson asked Freddie. Freddie looked from his mom, to Sam, to Carly and then back to his mom.

"Is what true?" Freddie asked, as if he didn't know what was going on. He had got better at lying since he went out with Sam.

"THAT YOU ARE GOING OUT WITH HER!" Mrs Benson shouted as she Sam. Sam was being oddly quiet, though she was glaring at Carly. Carly was too interested in the scene to be bothered about Sam. She watching with a smug grin on her face, Sam wanted to smack that grin off of her face so much.

"Oh. That. Yes, we are going out." Freddie said calmly. Mrs Benson turned a dark shade of red and yanked him away from Sam.

"I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS, FREDDIE! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE HER AGAIN!" Mrs Benson shouted at Freddie.

"YOU CAN'T STOP ME; I'M NOT A LITTLE KID ANYMORE! I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS!" Freddie shouted at Mrs Benson. He pulled his arm out of her grip and walked back over to Sam. Sam was looking nervous but her face lit up when Freddie walked towards her and took her hand.

"I CAN STOP YOU! YOU ARE STILL MY SON AND YOU ARE GROUNED AND ARE FORBIDDEN TO SEE SAM AGAIN! NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Mrs Benson shouted, pointing to Freddie's room.

"YOU KNOW WHAT..." Freddie trailed off as he ran his hand through his hair. Then he did something nobody ever thought Freddie would do...

He stuck his middle finger up at his mom.

"I don't even know why I bother. You both obviously hate to see me happy. Come on, Sam. Let's go." Freddie said, and with that he and Sam left leaving Carly and Mrs Benson with their mouths hanging open.

"I can't believe he swore at me. He must really like Samantha more than I thought." Mrs Benson whispered to herself.