Hey everyone, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Now that things have slowed down somewhat, I have a chance to update. By the way, who here saw "iSpeed Date"? I loved it - it's definitely one of my favorites so far...(especially the ending, ha ha :)). All right then, here's chapter 11(Too bad it's not, "All right then, here's chapter Ten! LOL)

Disclaimer: I own Dr. Ted Baker, the teacher, Jack Benson and Trevor Bradsford (who will be introduced in this chapter). Everyone else does not belong to me.

We will actually see a bit of Spencer in this chapter, although don't get too excited…he'll be back, don't worry

Misses and Hits

Freddie's father left shortly after talking to Freddie's mother. She had calmed down, but she was still nervous about his moving. "Freddie, you must stay with your father at all times. And make sure to wear a seatbelt at all times on the plane. And do not forget to -"

"Mom," Freddie said, cutting her off. "I'm going to be fine. Besides, you've still got a couple of days to grill me with rules, all right?"

She smiled weakly. "It's never too early to start."

Freddie hugged her. "I love you, Mom."

"Then why won't you stay with me?"

"I've been lucky to have you around all of these years, Mom, but I'd like to spend some time with Dad."

She sighed. "I'm going to sleep."

"At nine o' clock?"

Freddie's mother looked at the clock. "Is it nine o' clock already? Freddie, get into your pajamas. Have you finished your homework?"

"Erm…"

"I take that as a no. What have you been doing? Get into your pajamas, I'm allowing 30 minutes of homework time, and then it's off to bed."

Freddie sighed but obeyed. Once he was safely inside of his room, he heard his mother's bedroom door open and close and then muffled voices. He tiptoed out of his room and pressed his ear to the door. "Oh Ted, I don't know what to do…"

Freddie sighed again. Sure his mother was a bit strange, but he knew that she loved him. I know it won't be easy, he told himself, But it's the right thing for me to do right now.

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"Yo, Freddork, what's up?" Sam said the next morning as Freddie approached the two of them at their lockers. Carly wouldn't look at him in the eye.

"Not much. I've got a meeting with Principal Franklin this morning."

"What did you do?" Sam asked in shock. "Like you would get sent to the principal's office. What did you do, put a monkey key chain on Miss Brigg's head? You know how much she hates monkeys."

"No." He took a deep breath. "I'm moving sooner than was originally planned."

"When?" Sam asked. Carly still said nothing.

"The end of the week."

Now Carly reacted. "What?"

"Carly…"

"You're leaving iCarly – and us – just like that? We don't even have a new technical producer! What kind of a friend are you Freddie?" She ran off.

Sam looked at Freddie. "Look, I just found out last night and I wanted to tell you guys in person. Besides, I knew Carly was still mad - I had hoped she'd take the night to calm down a bit."

"Well apparently that didn't work," Sam replied.

"I'll find you guys a new technical producer."

"What, like Germy?" Sam asked.

"No, someone different."

Sam sighed. "No, we'll find our own. Thanks anyway," she replied curtly and was off.

Why was everyone so mad at him? What did he do wrong?

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After school Carly was in no mood to stick around and get a ride home with Mrs. Benson. That would mean spending time with Freddie, which Carly did not want. Luckily, Sam had a doctor's appointment, but since the office was on the way to Carly's apartment, her mother offered to take her home.

Now Carly was scrubbing the kitchen countertop furiously. Spencer opened the door. "Hey kiddo, I'm home!" he called, his hands full of grocery bags. Carly continued scrubbing.

"Uh, Carly?" he asked setting down the bags, noticing her intensity…and how red her hands were getting from scrubbing the kitchen counter top so hard.

She slammed down the sponge. "Freddie's leaving iCarly!"

"I know."

Carly shook her head. "No. He's leaving by the end of the week."

"Oh." Spencer sighed. "I'm sorry, kiddo."

"Why? Why would he leave us like this? We're practically his family!"

"Carly, Freddie hasn't seen his dad for a long time. He just wants to get to know him better, that's all. He'll be back."

"It won't be the same! And what about iCarly? Who is going to be our new technical producer?" Carly gasped. "I'd better call Sam! We need to find a new one as soon as possible!"

Spencer grabbed her shoulders. "Carly, calm down."

She shrugged him off. "Don't tell me to calm down!" With that, Carly was off.

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Carly and Sam made posters and put them up all over the school about finding a new technical producer for iCarly. Within a few days, they had a good selection of guys to choose from, but none of them stood out. Until one day…

"I just don't see how we're going to find a good technical producer on such short notice," Carly told Sam.

"Well, we may just have to pick one and hope for the best."

Carly shot Sam a surprised look. "I'm kind of surprised that you'd be the one to say that…"

Suddenly, a guy approached them. He was tall, with dark, brown hair and deep, chocolate brown eyes. He smiled at Sam and Carly, revealing his clean, shiny white teeth. "Hi, I'm Trevor Bradsford. You guys are looking for a technical producer, right?" Carly and Sam nodded. "You know, I can help with the tech stuff. I'm new to the school so I just started doing the AV Club, but my brother taught me at a young age how to deal with that kind of thing, so I know a lot about it. I'd love to help you guys out."

"Great. We'll have practice tonight so you can show us all of the technological stuff that you have," Carly said. "I live at the Bushwell Plaza, fifth floor."

"I know where that is. Is six o' clock okay?"

"Sure."

Once he was out of earshot, Carly sighed. "He's not Freddie."

"Carly, just admit it," Sam said. "You like Freddie."

"No! Freddie's just a great friend and a great technical producer, that's all!"

The bell rang. "I have to get to class. I'll catch you later," she said.

Sam sighed as Carly made her way up the stairs. Oh Carly, she thought to herself, what will it take for you to see the truth?

And with that, Sam walked to class.

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