Hi everyone! It's been a long time, but it is finally here. The final chapter of My Life is a Song. Since this is the final chapter of this story, I will reveal the song for this chapter's title in my author's note at the bottom of this page. If you have been guessing the songs throughout this story, this is your last chance to guess the song. I hope you had fun guessing the song for each chapter title. Speaking of the chapter titles, the lyric from Chapter 9 is from Fat Lip by Sum 41. Alright, let's begin the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the songs referenced.

Chapter 10

I Was Made for You

The students of Ridgeway were getting excited. Even though it was Monday and the start of another week of school, they were still getting excited. They were looking forward to Friday more than usual. Some students have kept mum about it while others talked about it with their friends. They talked about what they planned to do on Friday or what they hoped would happen on that day.

What made this particular Friday so special? It was Valentine's Day.

For the first half of February, Ridgeway was preparing for Valentine's Day. The classrooms and hallways were decorated with pictures of hearts and Cupids. Flyers were posted around the campus advertising about valentine grams that one could purchase and have delivered to their "special someone" on Valentine's Day. There was even a Valentine's Day dance that would take place in the Ridgeway gymnasium.

When the school bell rang, Freddie stepped out of his classroom along with the other students in his class. He walked straight to his friends' lockers where Carly and Sam were talking. "Hola muchachas," said Freddie as soon as he was within proximity of the girls. Carly and Sam looked at him and returned his greeting.

"Hi Freddie."

"Hey Fredhead."

"What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing much. Just some Valentine's Day stuff." Carly answered.

"Ah," said Freddie with a nod. He knew very well how the girls felt about Valentine's Day. Carly loved Valentine's Day. She was a sucker for romance and she loved having a day in the year that celebrated it. She liked the idea of giving love-themed gifts as well as receiving them. She also liked how it gave couples the chance to go to special dinners and romantic events. To her, Valentine's Day was a way of telling your friends, and more importantly your significant other, how much you care for them.

Sam, on the other hand, hated Valentine's Day. It was a day full of lovey-dovey couples and mushiness and all that chizz. It was an excuse for those couples to act all sappy and to go all P.D.A. on each other in front of everybody. It was just gross and it made Sam want to either gag or throw something at them.

"So what will you two be doing for Valentine's Day?" asked Freddie.

Carly smiled. "Well, Steven and I will be going to the Old Ravioli Factory for dinner. Then we'll be going to the Valentine's Day dance here." Carly was especially excited for this year's Valentine's Day. The reason was because this time she had a boyfriend to spend it with. His name was Steven Carson. Carly met him at a roller rink. She crashed right into him while trying out roller skating for the first time. She apologized to him and he forgave her. They spent the next two hours talking and laughing and him teaching her how to skate. Before leaving the rink, Steven asked Carly out on a date and she gladly accepted. He and Carly had been dating for two and a half months. Carly was glad that she would be able to spend Valentine's Day with Steven before he had to go back to his dad's house in Los Angeles.

"Oh cool! I'm thinking of going to the dance too," said Freddie.

"Oh yeah? Are you going with anyone?" asked Carly.

"Yeah. Allison Hemingway asked me."

"Wow, she must really be desperate if she asked you of all people to go." said Sam.

Freddie frowned at her. "Ha ha, very funny Sam!"

Sam smirked. "Oh you know it's funny."

Freddie didn't feel like arguing with Sam at the moment, so he changed the subject. "So are you going to the dance too?"

Sam shook her head. "Nope."

"What will you be doing then?"

"Sitting in front of the TV like a couch potato and enjoying some movies with a bunch of snacks."

Freddie raised an eyebrow. "Again?"

Sam smiled with pride. "Yup, again."

Carly sighed with frustration. "Sam, you do this every year! You've got to do something for Valentine's Day!"

Sam looked at the female brunette. "No I don't. No one can make me do anything for the sake of Valentine's Day."

"True, but you can still at least do something other than watch TV at my apartment. Why don't you just go to the dance with a guy for the fun of it? You know, you don't have to wait for a guy to ask you. You can go ask a guy to be your date."

"Carls, I don't want to ask a guy to the dance. If a guy wants to go to the dance with me, he should ask me himself. Not that I'd go with him, but still."

"Oh come on Sam. Aren't there any guys here at Ridgeway that you would like to go to the dance with?"

Sam shook her head. "No. All the guys here make me sick."

"Okay, you don't have to bring a date. You can still go to the dance and hang out with us."

"Thanks Carls, but no thanks. I don't really feel like going to the dance. Besides, you might have more fun if it was just you and Steven."

Freddie chose to step into the conversation. "Look Sam. I know you hate Valentine's Day, but that doesn't mean you should just stay indoors while Carly and I are at the dance."

Sam stepped toward him until she was a few inches in front of his face, making the glare on her face even more imposing. "Let me make this clear to you. I am not going!"

Freddie took a step back, feeling a little intimidated by the blonde. "Okay, okay! I won't ask you about it anymore."

Sam smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you."

"But the dance is four days away," said Carly. "So you still have time to change your mind."

Sam threw a slightly annoyed gaze in Carly's direction. "Believe me Carls, I won't."

Before Carly could say anything more, a loud gurgling sound interrupted the conversation. Sam patted her belly. "Let's go get lunch. Mama's hungry." Carly and Freddie nodded their heads and the three friends started walking toward the cafeteria.

Everybody spent the next few days preparing for Friday. Carly, with the help of Sam, went to the mall to search for her dress for the dance. They managed to find a cute cherry-red, spaghetti strap, cocktail dress that fit Carly perfectly. Freddie got his hair cut and purchased a corsage for his date. Sam bought a bunch of snacks and selected DVDs from her and Carly's movie collection that she would be watching. Carly continued trying to persuade Sam to go with them to the dance, but Sam kept refusing.

When Friday finally came, Ridgeway was filled with Valentine activity. Valentine grams were being delivered in classrooms. There was a Valentine-themed bake sale taking place in the cafeteria. Even Ms. Briggs did a Valentine's Day performance with her bagpipes, which nobody really listened to.

The iCarly trio gave each other their Valentine gifts. Carly gave Freddie and Sam homemade goodie bags with their favorite snacks in them. Freddie gave Carly a heart made of solid chocolate and Sam a heart made of bacon. Sam drew Valentine-themed pictures for Carly and Freddie. Her picture for Carly showed Carly and Steven in a rowboat with Steven paddling the oars and a giant heart in the background. Her picture for Freddie showed a Cupid-winged Sam using Cupid's bow to shoot at Freddie with arrows that looked really sharp and Freddie fleeing in terror.

At 6:30pm, Sam was setting up her snacks and movie collection on the Shays' coffee table. Carly was upstairs getting ready for her date. Steven would be arriving in a few moments to pick her up. Just as Sam set down her bowl of popcorn on the table, Spencer walked out of his room wearing a dress shirt and a pair of slacks.

"Hey Sam," greeted Spencer.

"Hey Spencer. Ready for your date?"

"Oh yeah! It's going to be great!"

"Where are you going?"

Spencer straightened his collar as he spoke. "Socko and I are taking our dates to the SkyCity restaurant."

Sam looked at him with surprise. "You're going to be eating at the Space Needle? How did you pull that off? I thought you had to make reservations a few months in advance!"

Spencer smiled. "One of Socko's sisters is married to one of the restaurant's chefs. So Socko went to see her at the paper company that she works at and talked to her about it. She and her husband pulled a few strings and got us the reservations."

"Dude, that's awesome! Which sister was this?"

"Paige."

"Ah, I see."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Spencer walked to the door and opened it. It was Steven.

"Hi Spencer. Hi Sam."

Spencer nodded. "Hey Steven."

Sam waved at him. "Sup."

"Is Carly ready?"

A voice from upstairs called out to him. "Yes, I'm ready." Everyone looked up the stairwell. Carly walked down the stairs in her cocktail dress, looking very glamorous. She smiled at her boyfriend. "Hi there."

Steven stared at Carly in awe. "Hi. Wow, you look gorgeous."

Carly's cheeks began to turn pink. "Why, thank you. You look pretty dashing yourself."

"Thank you. Shall we go?"

"Oh yes we shall." Carly said with a giggle.

Spencer held the door open for the couple. "Okay, you two. Have fun."

Carly and Steven started to walk toward the door. Before they made it past the doorway, Spencer put his hand on Carly's shoulder. Carly stopped and looked at her older brother. Spencer leaned toward Carly to whisper. "Don't forget. I'm on speed dial if he tries anything."

Carly rolled her eyes at him. "Yes Spencer, I know. See you later."

The couple walked out the door and down the hall to the elevator. Just as Spencer shut the door, his phone began to vibrate. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. Sam looked at the older Shay sibling. "What's up?"

"Socko just sent me a message to let me know he is here. We're going to go pick up our dates. You're sure you'll be alright here?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Go have fun."

"Alright then! See you later!"

"Later Spencer."

The excited man rushed out the door, closing it behind him. As soon as he was gone, Sam hit the "on" button on the TV remote. While the TV was warming up, Sam looked through her DVD collection to decide which one she would play first. In the middle of her browsing, the TV screen finally lit up. It was on a commercial from the Bananabee's restaurant.

"Come on down to Bananabee's to celebrate Valentine's Day. We will be offering couples a steak dinner-for-two for only $10.99! So bring that special someone and-"

Sam grumbled at the commercial, changed the channel, and went back to her browsing. Unfortunately, another Valentine's commercial was playing on this channel. Sam picked up the remote again and angrily hit the "channel" button a few times, only to see more Valentine's commercials. Frustrated, Sam just picked up a random DVD and popped it into the player which cut off the commercials by showing a black DVD screen. Sam sighed in relief and sat back down on the couch, glad to be rid of the stupid commercials.

Normally, the Valentine's commercials didn't bother Sam. She would have just rolled her eyes and ignored it. But this year, Sam really hated Valentine's Day. Lately, she had another reason to hate the event. For the past six months she had been getting these weird feelings. She always got these feelings whenever she was hanging out with a certain nerdy, Galaxy Wars-loving tech producer.

Freddie brought out all kinds of feelings from Sam. For the longest time, those feelings were that of hatred. She had always felt that toward him. As time went by and their friendship grew, she developed feelings of tolerance toward him and then eventually feelings of acceptance. She still felt hatred for him, but they were at the point in their relationship where she could call him a best friend.

But now Sam had developed these new weird feelings for Freddie. They were feelings of attraction. Sure, she has felt attraction for some boys before, but her feelings for them were nothing like her feelings toward the nub. These feelings felt deeper, more meaningful. Almost as if she was in…

…no, she couldn't be! Could she? Could she really be in love with him?

No, she can't! She can't allow herself to be in love with him! She hated him and he hated her. It took them a long time to like each other. If Freddie knew about these new feelings she was having, things would get awkward very quickly. It could destroy the friendship that they had worked so hard to build. They had a good thing going for them right now, so why ruin it by telling him about how she felt? It's not like he felt the same thing for her.

So that's why she hated Valentine's Day more than ever. It served as a reminder that she wanted who she couldn't have. That was also why she didn't want to go to the dance at Ridgeway. It was not that Sam didn't like going to dances. She didn't mind dances at all. It was this particular dance that she didn't want to go to. The reason was not only because of the Valentine theme, but also because Freddie would be there with Allison. If Sam went to the dance, she would see him talking with Allison, dancing with her, maybe even kissing her. Sam did not think she would be able to stand it.

Sam quickly shook those thoughts from her head. She did not want to think about it anymore. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy her movies and her snacks. So she sat back and watched the movie while occasionally sipping some Peppy Cola and tossing a popcorn kernel into her mouth.

About an hour later, Sam heard a knock on the door. She looked at the door in confusion and then looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:45. It was too early for either Carly or Spencer to be back from their dates. Then again, they wouldn't be knocking since they have keys. So who was knocking on the door?

Sam got up from the couch and walked over to the door. She looked through the peek hole and her eyes widened. Freddie was standing outside the door, shifting his weight back and forth as he waited for the door to be answered. Sam recovered from her shock and opened the door.

Freddie smiled at her. "Hey Sam."

Sam stared at the boy with confusion. "Uh…hey."

"Can I come in?"

Sam hesitated for a few seconds before answering him. "Sure." She walked back to the couch. Freddie entered the apartment and closed the door. Sam looked at Freddie as she sat down. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the dance with Allison."

"I was, but Allison just called me and told me she was too sick to go to the dance. So I'm not going."

"Well, you could still go with Carly and Steven."

"Nah, I don't really feel like being the third wheel."

Sam nodded in understanding. "I hear ya. Being the third wheel really sucks."

Freddie took a seat on the couch and looked at the TV. "So what are you watching?"

"Fred: The Movie."

Freddie made a face. ""Ugh! Not him again!"

Sam threw a handful of popcorn at Freddie. "Don't go knocking on Fred. He is funny, unlike you."

Freddie glared at the blonde. "Hey, I'm funny too!"

"Yeah! Funny looking!"

Freddie rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever." As a form of revenge and also because he was kind of hungry, Freddie stole a handful of popcorn from Sam's bowl and put it in his mouth.

"Hey! Keep your paws off Mama's popcorn!"

"Make me!" Freddie sneered as he snatched another handful. In less than three seconds, Freddie was lying facedown on the couch with Sam on his back twisting his arm behind him. "OKAY! OKAY! I'M SORRY!" he yelled.

Sam leaned her head toward him to whisper in his ear. "Good boy." She released his arm and returned to her side of the couch. Freddie sat back up and stretched his arm to ease the pain. Then he focused his concentration on the TV. The movie was on the part where Fred Figglehorn was preparing for his fake party with the help of his female next-door neighbor.

"Who's the girl?" asked Freddie.

"That's Bertha." said Sam as she tossed a popcorn kernel in her mouth. "She's a friend of Fred's."

Freddie leaned toward the TV screen as he looked closely at Bertha. "Is it me or does Bertha look just like you?"

Sam's ears perked up at his sentence and she turned to look at him. "Yes, she totally does! I've been thinking that myself."

"That is just weird."

Sam nodded. "Not to mention creepy. That girl has my face."

Both teenagers looked back at the screen, feeling a bit unsettled by Sam's on-screen doppelganger. After a moment of silence, Freddie spoke up. "Movie makeup."

Sam looked at him with confusion. "Huh?"

"Maybe it's just movie makeup that's making her look like you. Without it, she probably looks different."

Sam let his words sink in. "You know, you're probably right. That would definitely explain it. Good thinking Freddie."

Freddie smiled at her, appreciating the compliment she just gave him. He chose not to mention it in case Sam decided to take it back. Instead he just turned his attention back to the TV. After a few minutes of watching the movie, Freddie let out a bored sigh.

"I don't really want to watch this anymore. What else do you have?" Not waiting for an answer, Freddie picked up the set of DVD's on the coffee table and looked through them. "We've already seen all of these movies. Don't you get bored watching the same thing again?"

Sam shrugged. "A little, but what else do I have to do?"

Freddie walked over to the TV and kneeled over the video game console sitting beside it. "Well, the S-Box is connected to the TV. You want to play a few rounds of Call of Duty with me?" Freddie picked up a controller and held it out to Sam.

Sam's eyes shifted between Freddie and the controller a couple of times before she answered. "Yeah, okay."

"Alright! Headshot!" Sam yelled as she pumped her fist in the air.

Freddie stared in disbelief at his fallen soldier and then at the blonde next to him. "Sam, what are you doing? I'm on your team!"

Sam smirked at him. "No Call of Duty match is complete without me shooting you."

"Oh yeah? Well then how do you like this?" Freddie's soldier aimed his assault rifle at Sam's soldier's head and opened fire. Sam's soldier fell to the ground in a bloody mess.

"Yeah! In your face!" cheered Freddie.

"Oh that's it! You are so dead, Benson!" As soon as Sam's soldier re-spawned, she picked up a shotgun and unloaded two shells into Freddie's soldier. After Freddie's soldier re-spawned, he tossed a throwing knife straight into Sam's soldier's back.

Sam turned to look at Freddie with narrowed eyes while the male brunette returned her gaze. "This is war, nub." said Sam in a low voice.

"Bring it!" challenged Freddie in an equally-low voice.

For the next seven minutes, both players were killing each other left and right. Each player would cheer and taunt whenever they won and yell and complain if they lost. Sam and Freddie were so engrossed in their battle with each other that they did not even hear or pay any attention to the other players of the game.

"Uh, you guys do know that we're still playing right?"

"Dude, keep it down! These two are funny as hell."

"Yeah, I'm having more fun watching and listening to these two than playing this game."

"My money's on the chick. She's going to totally own him."

Although Sam and Freddie could continue their fighting for a long time, the round was nearing its end. With ten seconds left in the round, Sam and Freddie's soldiers were at a face-off. Sam's soldier was armed with two grenades and a submachine gun and Freddie's was holding an RPG launcher. Both were determined to have the last laugh, but had to act fast with time running out. Sam's soldier threw the first grenade. Freddie's soldier ran to the side to avoid the explosive. Then Sam's soldier threw the second grenade in Freddie's soldier's path and quickly began firing the submachine gun. At the same time, Freddie's soldier aimed the RPG launcher while he was running and fired. Sam's soldier managed to run behind a wall before the RPG could hit her. The wall acted as a barrier which protected Sam's soldier from the explosion. Freddie's soldier was not so fortunate. He accidently ran into Sam's second grenade which detonated on contact. His soldier fell to the ground, dead. The timer reached zero and ended the round.

Freddie's jaw dropped as he stared at the TV screen. "WHAT? NO WAY!"

Sam jumped up from the couch and raised her fists in the air. "YES! I AM THE GREATEST!" Sam danced around the couch in victory while her defeated opponent watched her with annoyance. When she was done with her victory dance, Sam sat back down on the couch and looked at Freddie with a big smile on her face.

"Say it, nub."

Freddie groaned and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to look her. Sam scooted toward him and leaned her face closer to his. "Saaaaaay iiiiiiiiiit." She said in a mocking tone.

Freddie turned to look at her and narrowed his eyes at her for a few seconds before finally giving in. "Oh Great Master," he said unenthusiastically. "Please teach me your ways of winning this game because I am a total noob."

"There you go." Sam said as she patted his cheek in a patronizing fashion. She crawled back to her side of the couch and stared blissfully at the screen. Freddie rolled his eyes at her and turned back to the TV screen. For a few seconds, both teenagers stared at the screen in silence.

"You want to play some more?" asked Sam.

"Not really. My hands are a little sore."

"Mine too. What time is it?"

Freddie checked his watch. "It is 9:45."

"Wow, we've been playing that long?"

"Yeah, looks like it." Then Freddie smiled as a thought entered his mind. "Hey, you want to do something else?"

Sam looked at him with interest. "Yeah sure. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking we could go dancing."

Sam groaned in frustration. "We've been over this already! I told you I don't want to go to the dance!"

Despite her outburst, Freddie remained calm. "I'm not talking about the Valentine's Day dance. I'm talking about going to the Quisp DANce Club."

The anger on Sam's face vanished and she immediately perked up. "Oh, okay! I'm up for going clubbing!"

Freddie smiled. "Alright. Let's go." He stood up from the couch and headed for the door. Sam turned off the TV, got up from the couch and followed him.

Sam and Freddie arrived at the club to find that it was filled with people. Some of them were even couples. Apparently, there were a lot of teens who thought to spend Valentine's Day at the club. Everyone was either having drinks and chatting or out on the dance floor.

Sam looked at Freddie. "Could we get a drink? I'm a little thirsty from all that popcorn."

Freddie nodded. "Yeah sure." Sam and Freddie walked over to the bar and took a seat. The bartender came over to them.

"Hi. Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"I'll have a root beer." said Sam.

"Can I get a cream soda please?" asked Freddie.

The bartender nodded and began fixing their drinks. Both teenagers took a quick look at all the people in the club. "Big crowd tonight." said Sam.

"Yeah, no kidding. I didn't think this many people would be here on Valentine's Day."

"Well, not everyone goes for the traditional route. Some couples would rather go clubbing than go to a romantic dinner. Plus there's all the single people who are free to do whatever they want."

Freddie nodded. "That makes sense."

The bartender set down a mug of root beer by Sam and a bottle of cream soda by Freddie. "Here you go!"

Freddie thanked him and gave him money to cover both drinks. He and Sam took a sip from their drinks. Sam set down her mug and happily smacked her lips. Freddie set down his bottle and gave Sam an amused look. Sam noticed the look. "What?"

"You have a bit of a root beer mustache." Freddie pointed to his upper lip to add emphasis to his statement. Chuckling to herself, Sam licked her upper lip to get the foam off.

"Better?"

Freddie nodded. "Yup."

Sam took another quick sip of root beer, being careful not to get any foam on her mouth again. Once she set the mug back on the counter, she started talking. "I'm a little surprised that you suggested coming here. You don't seem like the type who likes to go clubbing."

Freddie swallowed a mouthful of cream soda and set down his bottle. "No, I like to go clubbing. I just don't do it that often."

"So how many times have you been here?"

"A couple. The first time was with your sister and the second time was with…" Freddie's voice trailed off as he remembered the last time he came to this club and he frowned slightly. Sam was puzzled by his silence and the expression on his face until she registered what he was about to say. She began to feel a little guilty for reminding him of that event and she looked away from him, focusing her gaze on her root beer mug. "Sorry for bringing that up." she said, chewing her lip in embarrassment.

"It's okay. I'm not that bothered by it anymore. Stephanie got what she deserved." Freddie then gave Sam a warm smile. "And I want to thank you for that."

Sam looked at him confused. "Thank me for what?"

"For kicking Stephanie's butt after she used me."

Sam's eyes widened slightly. "How did you know about that? I've never told anyone!"

Freddie sipped his cream soda before answering her. "I saw her at Greatest Purchase about a week after my date with her. She had a black eye and her arm was in a cast. She was crying to her boyfriend about getting beat up by a 'short girl with curly blonde hair.'"

Sam grinned. "Really? Ah man, I wish I was there to see that! It would have been sweet!"

Freddie chuckled. "Well, it sure made my day."

Sam laughed at his comment and then smiled. "You're welcome."

At that very moment, the DJ selected the next number on the playlist. The song I Like It by Enrique Iglesias started playing through the club's speakers. Sam's ears perked up and she let out a big smile. "Dude, I love this song! Let's go dance!"

Sam grabbed Freddie's hand and ran toward the dance floor. Freddie almost dropped his cream soda as he was yanked off his bar stool. They rushed onto the dance floor to join the many teens that were already there. Once they secured a spot on the floor, Sam began to dance to the beat of the song. Freddie recovered from his initial surprise from being pulled onto the dance floor and started dancing too.

The two best friends, as well as everyone on the floor, were in a dancing frenzy. The excitement of the song and the lighting system of the dance floor had everybody pumped up. Freddie and Sam moved to the rhythm of the song, with arms waving and heads shaking. Freddie could even see Sam mouthing a few of the song's lyrics.

For the next half hour after the end of the song, the two teens followed a dance routine of sorts. They would dance for a couple of songs, take a break for some water, and then dance again. The DJ played some of their favorite upbeat songs such as Let It Rock and Like a G6, so they were having the time of their lives out on the floor.

As soon as the playlist ended, the DJ shouted out to the crowd from his booth. "You all having a good time down there?" Sam, Freddie, and every teen on the dance floor yelled and cheered their approval. The DJ smiled and nodded in response. "Alright then! In light of Valentine's Day, what say we take things a little slow? All you guys in the club, grab your girl and hold her close 'cause it's time for a slooooooow dance!" The DJ pressed a button and the sweet melody of Collide started to play in the background. Those without a dance partner exited the dance floor while the couples put their arms around each other and began to slow step to the music. Sam and Freddie looked at all the couples around them holding onto their partner and slow dancing. Then they looked at each other.

They just stood there, a little unsure of what to do. The current atmosphere of the dance floor made them feel like they were in one of those romance movies. Teenagers slow dancing all around them, a love song playing in the background, the two of them spending time together on the day of love. It was as if the ambience of the room was trying to get them to do what the couples were doing.

Neither Freddie nor Sam spoke a word. Freddie had put his hands in his pockets and was shuffling his feet. Sam was biting her lower lip and shifting her gaze between Freddie and the floor. The whole scenario made them nervous and the tension was increasing with each passing second. After a moment of standing and staring at each other, Freddie finally knew what to say for a situation like this.

"Uh, want to go to Inside Out Burger?"

"Yeah!" Sam answered quickly.

At 11:45pm, Freddie's car arrived at Sam's house. The two teens had visited Inside Out Burger and took their food to go. They wanted to go someplace where they could eat in peace, so they decided to park in front of the Puckett residence and eat in the car. Once Freddie set the car in park and turned off the engine, the two began taking their food out of the bags.

Pam Puckett was getting ready for bed when she noticed the car parking in front of her house from her bedroom window. She walked up to the window for a better look. She recognized Freddie's car since he has driven to her house a few times in the past. Since the car windows were down, she could see who was in the car, which gave her further assurance of who was in front of her house. She saw the fast food in their hands and knew that they would be there for some time. That was fine with her. At least she knew where her daughter was and she could trust that Benson kid to be alone with Sam. She knew he was a good guy. Pam stepped away from the window and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Freddie bit into his chicken sandwich while Sam took a big bite out of her triple bacon cheeseburger. As she chewed a mouthful of her beloved sandwich, she closed her eyes and sighed in complete bliss. "Mmmmm! Late-night cheeseburgers are the best!"

Freddie swallowed his mouthful of chicken sandwich and looked at the blonde. "What's so special about having a cheeseburger late at night?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. They just taste better to me."

Freddie looked up at the ceiling as he pondered about this. "Maybe they taste better at this time because they're made by a guy who only works the night shift and the people who work the day shift don't make it as good as he does. But then again, what about the other burger joints? Not all the night shift workers at those places would be able to make as good of a-."

Freddie's speech was interrupted by a ketchup packet hitting him in the temple. He turned to look at Sam, who was giving him an annoyed stare. "You're such a nerd. You don't have to analyze everything to death. Just believe me when I say late-night cheeseburgers are the best and move on."

"Okay, okay! Late-night cheeseburgers are the best!"

Sam gave him a satisfied nod. "Thank you."

The two resumed eating their food. They didn't speak for a few minutes, just chewing and swallowing and sipping their drinks in a comfortable silence. Then Sam chose to break that silence. "You know, this was actually a pretty good Valentine's Day." she said as she reached into the takeout bag for her fries.

Freddie stopped sipping his soda and looked at her. "Really?"

Sam took out several french fries and bit into them. "Yeah. It's a nice change from my usual movie night."

"So you're saying that you like Valentine's Day now?"

"Don't get me wrong, I still don't like Valentine's Day, but the movie routine was getting old. Watching a bunch of movies by yourself is not as much fun as you'd think."

Freddie wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I couldn't agree with you more. I still don't see how you could stand to do that every Valentine's Day."

Sam shrugged. "Years of practice. I guess I just got used to it."

Freddie nodded in understanding and took another bite from his sandwich. Sam stared at the dashboard, not really looking at it. She pondered over something for a few seconds before she spoke again. "Hey Freddie."

"Yeah Sam?"

"The next time Valentine's Day comes around and your next date gets sick and bails out on you, do you want to do this again?"

Freddie looked at her with a smile. "Yes. I would definitely do this again."

Sam smiled back. "Cool."

"Yeah, next time I'll have to try a late-night cheeseburger so I can see why they are all the rage."

Sam chuckled a little and then sipped what was left of her soda with a loud slurp. It was at this point that the two teenagers finished their late-night meal. Sam dropped her trash into the takeout bags and stretched her arms out, letting out a happy sigh. "I am so ready for bed right now."

Freddie tossed his sandwich wrapper into one of the bags. "Calling it a night?"

Sam nodded. "Yup. Have a good night Fredhead."

"Good night Sam."

Sam opened the car door and stepped out into the cool night air. Before she shut the door, she turned around to look at Freddie. "Hey."

Freddie stopped putting his trash in the bags and looked up at Sam.

"Thanks for tonight. I had a good time."

A smile slowed formed on Freddie's face. "You're welcome. I had fun too."

Sam returned his smile. She shut the car door and walked to her house. She opened the front door, stepped inside, and closed the door without looking back.

Freddie watched her until she was inside her house and then resumed his task of putting his trash in the bags. When he finished, he placed his hands on the steering wheel and sighed. He took a moment to look at the window that he knew was Sam's bedroom and smiled. Just as he was about to put the key into the ignition, his phone rang. He took the phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen to find a picture of Carly's face in the center of it. He pressed the answer button on the screen and put the phone to his ear.

"Hi Carly."

"Hey Freddie! Where are you?"

"I'm parked in front of Sam's house. I dropped her off and was just about to leave."

"So, how did it go?"

"It was pretty good! We played video games, hung out at the Quisp DANce Club, and then got food from Inside Out Burger. Sam had a good time."

"I'm glad to hear that. I hate it whenever Sam locks herself indoors because of her hatred for Valentine's Day. I'm just glad that she could do something fun for a change." There was a slight pause before Carly spoke again. "You're a good friend to her, Freddie. You know that?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you canceled your date with Allison so Sam wouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day. Therefore, you're a good friend to her. By the way, how did Allison take it?"

"Surprisingly, she didn't mind at all. She only asked me just to have a date for the dance. She was able to get another date in time. She said she was fine with me canceling because she knew how good of a friendship Sam and I have."

"That's good. I did see Allison and her date at the dance. He is really handsome and she looked pleased with her date. I'm glad she wasn't mad."

"Yeah, me too."

"So, what did Sam say when you told her?"

"Uh…actually I didn't tell Sam."

There was a pause on the phone. "You didn't tell her?"

"No, I didn't."

"She didn't question you about Allison at all? She just went with it?"

"No, I told her that Allison was sick and couldn't go out."

"But that's not the truth! Why did you lie to Sam about that?"

Freddie shifted uncomfortable in his seat. "I don't want her to know."

Another pause. "You…don't want her to know? I don't understand. Why don't you want her to know?"

"It's complicated."

"That still doesn't answer my question, Freddie! Why did you lie to Sam?"

Freddie sighed in frustration. "I don't know! I don't know why I lied to her, Carly! I just don't want Sam to know I did this for her!"

The line on Carly's end was silent for a moment. Freddie was getting nervous the longer the silence dragged on. Just when he was about to call her name, Carly spoke first. "Is this like the time you gave up the sea cruise trip to Missy?"

Freddie leaned his head against the steering wheel, being careful not to press the horn. "Yes. It's kind of like that. I don't want to tell her I canceled my date with Allison and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell her either."

Freddie didn't hear anything on his end for a few seconds. Then he heard Carly sigh. "Okay, I won't tell her. I still don't understand your decision to keep her in the dark, but I'll respect it."

Freddie's shoulders relaxed. "Thank you."

"Okay, I'm going to go now. You drive safe, okay?"

"I will. Thank you Carly."

"Bye Freddie."

"Bye Carly."

Freddie pushed the button icon on his pear phone and cut off the connection. He pocketed his phone, put the key in the ignition, and started the car. As he pulled out onto the road, he thought about his conversation with Carly. He wasn't completely honest with Carly when he said he didn't know the reason why he didn't tell Sam the truth.

He and Sam have had a very complicated relationship since the day they have met. They started out fighting each other and getting on each other's nerves and then later became good friends who still fought and got on each other's nerves. But despite all the bickering and bashing, they were okay with how their relationship was. It was how they functioned and it was what they were comfortable with.

However, Freddie had noticed that he and Sam were getting close lately. Very close. Far beyond the terms of frenemies and maybe even best friends. They have had moments with each other that they never had with anyone else, not even Carly. They had given each other their first kiss. They had a friendly prop fight in the studio. They skipped school together. He had to admit, they were the best times of his life and they were all shared with her.

Freddie's cheeks turned a little red when he thought about Sam. Did he…feel something for her? Something special that he felt for no other person? He wasn't completely sure.

But even if he did feel something for her, he knew that he couldn't pursue it. He and Sam had an unspoken agreement between them. They would be on good terms while at the same time make each other's lives miserable. They kept to that agreement as if it was some kind of rule that they were not supposed to break. It was like…some kind of game they were playing. If the rules of the game were broken, then everything would fall apart.

That was the reason why he didn't tell Sam about canceling his date with Allison. If she knew about it, then she would get suspicious about his motives and their relationship would become awkward. So their relationship could not go any farther than what they had now. They had a good thing going for them right now and he was not going to mess that up by breaking the rules of their game. Besides, it's not like she felt the same thing for him.

As Freddie drove down the road, he told himself that he and Sam were just friends. Nothing more or less. That's how their relationship was supposed to be and nothing would ever change it. That he could be sure of…

…Little did he know, one month later he would be questioning their relationship at the annual Ridgeway Lock-in.

AN: And so this concludes Chapter 10 and My Life is a Song. I had so much fun writing this story and I hope you all had as much fun reading it.

The lyric for this chapter is from The Story by Brandi Carlile. I thought this song would be a good way to wrap up the story.

Since Fred exists in the iCarly universe, I thought that Fred: The Movie would exist in it too. If you've seen the movie, then you know why Sam and Freddie think that Bertha looks just like Sam.

And now for the parodies:

-The Old Ravioli Factory is a parody of the Old Spaghetti Factory.

-Bananabee's is a parody of Applebee's.

-The S-box is…well, I probably don't need to tell you what it's a parody of.

Finally, I want to thank you all for reading my story and especially those of you who gave your reviews. I really appreciate all of your comments. You have made writing this story all the more fun. I wish you all the very best at everything that you do. Take care, everyone!

-tdrummer14