(AN:) Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, Generation Love by Jennette McCurdy, or Madisen Hill.

Hey, meet me at my place around 10? We should get started on the project.

Sam kept staring at the text Freddie had sent her half an hour ago. She started having second thoughts about working with Freddie on this project. What of Madisen was going to be there watching them? What if Freddie will ignore Sam to be with Madisen? What if Freddie just makes their project all crappy and have them fail? What if-?"

"Oh, stop with the 'what ifs'!" Melanie screamed, covering her ears with her hands when walking into Sam's room.

"Are you a mind reader?" Sam raised an eyebrow to her sister who took a seat on her bed.

"No, you were talking out loud!" Melanie corrected, throwing her hands back down to her lap.

"Oops, sorry," Sam covered her mouth. "I just can't help it."

"Why would Freddie invite Madisen over?" Melanie asked, sitting crossed legged on her bed. "It's a project between you and Freddie. Besides, Miss. Briggs's class is the only one that's skipping today."

"But what if Madisen called in sick because she wants to be with her boyfriend!" Sam slammed her hands down onto her pillow that was resting on her lap. "I can't stop thinking about it!"

Melanie grabbed her sister's hands to stop them from moving. "Well, you're going to have to! You need to leave in ten minutes unless you want to leave Freddie hanging."

Sam gasped. "Here's a great idea! Why don't you go as me?"

"Oh, no," Melanie shook her head and Sam jumped up and down on her bed. "No, no, no, no, no!"

"Please, Mel!" Sam begged. "Please! Just see if Madisen's there and if she's not we'll switch!"

"Why don't you just text Freddie and ask?" Melanie pointed to Sam's cellphone on the table right next to her bed.

"Don't you think that would be weird?" Sam asked.

"Not as weird as you thinking Madisen would be at Freddie's apartment now!" Melanie sighed, getting up from her bed and reaching for Sam's phone. "If you won't ask him then I will."

"No thanks!" Sam screamed, grabbing her cellphone and jumping off her bed to get away from her. "Seriously just go as me! It won't take long!"

Melanie huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "I'd give away that I'm Melanie in a heartbeat. News flash, Sis, I'm nicer."

Sam groaned - she didn't want to go anymore. Why did she tell Miss. Briggs she wanted to work with Freddie and with something that has to do with love!

"It's your fault," Sam pointed to her. "You're the one who got me in this mess."

"Me?" Melanie placed a hand on her collarbone. "What did I do?"

"You told me yesterday to have a love filled day! And then that's how I came up with Generation Love," Sam explained.

"Generation Love?" Melanie repeated. "Aww sounds cute! Tell me more."

"I don't have any more to say about it! All I know is that it's going to end bad."

"You don't know that for sure. Maybe it'll end good." Melanie started jumping up and down. "Maybe you guys will get close again."

"Don't set your goals up too high," Sam said, finding clothes to wear since she gave up on trying to make Melanie go as her. "We'll be lucky enough to get something done today."

"Whatever it is you should not bring up Madisen at all," Melanie shared. "Think about it - don't you notice you're more depressed when you bring her up? If today's going to just be you and Freddie then shut up about the brunette."

"You know," Sam began to say as she fixed her hair in the mirror hanging on her closet door. "You've never been so right before."

"I'm always right I don't know what you're talking about," Melanie smiled as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You just never listen to me."

"Anyways, I'm off to Freddie's house. Let's see if we can get along."

Sam walked around Melanie and ran downstairs to race out of the house. Melanie opened Sam's window to scream after her, "Remember, don't talk about Madisen!"

"That's for saying that to the entire neighborhood!" Sam yelled.

"Kids are at school and adults are at work," Melanie said, throwing her hands in a shrug. "Who's going to hear me? The animals?"

"They're smart too you know!" Sam lastly said before walking over to Freddie's apartment. Melanie shook her head before closing Sam's window and finding something to keep her entertained until Sam comes back home.

Sam finally walked up to Freddie's level and went to go open it, but the door was locked. She mentally smacked herself remembering that this wasn't Carly's apartment and knocked like a normal person.

Freddie opened the door after a few seconds, smiling as he was holding his cellphone.

"I just got off the phone with my mom," Freddie shared, waving his phone. "She won't be back until midnight, so the entire day belongs to us."

Sam smirked. "She trusts her little Fredward all alone?" She sang as she pinched his cheek and shook his head. "For so long? Aw, Freddie, you're growing up so fast!"

Freddie pulled her hand off his cheek which was now red and rubbed it as he walked back inside with Sam following him. She stopped when seeing his coffee table filled with food! From ham, to pie, to ribs, to ice cream - Freddie had it all!

"What's that?" Sam stupidly asked, shaking a finger to the table.

"All that is for you," Freddie answered, jumping over to sit on his couch. "I thought maybe some free food will help you think about what to do on our project."

"Heck yeah it will!" Sam agreed, jumping over to sit next to him and grabbing a bowl of ice cream as she sprinkled random food into it. "This is like heaven! All I can eat!"

"So, shall we start?" Freddie asked, bringing his laptop from the ground onto his lap as he took a handful of chips. "So you wanted us to be called Generation Love. Why is that?"

"Because everyone wouldn't stop using the word love yesterday," Sam said in a mouthful and Freddie laughed. "First Melanie then Gibby, that Italian kid, teachers, random kids and then you. Seriously it should have been the world of the day."

"Thanks for sharing," Freddie said, giving Sam a napkin. "For starters I think we should do a music video since you love singing."

Sam was about to choke on her ice cream masterpiece. "Who told you that chizz?"

"Melanie," Freddie smirked and Sam placed her bowl back onto the table.

"I don't sing," Sam said, wiping her face. "Especially not in front of people."

"But it's not going to be in front of people!" Freddie said, "It's going to be a music video that we can do in the iCarly studio with the green screens."

Sam thought about it. She needed to get things off her chest and singing always made her feel better afterwards. Maybe Freddie was going somewhere with this.

"I'll only do it if I get to take some of this wonderful food home," Sam said as she reached for her bowl and started eating again.

Freddie chuckled. "This is all for you, so why not. I mean I didn't spend two hours doing nothing."

"You wasted two hours cooking all of this? And it took two hours? And you made it?"

"Did you really think my mom would make all this?" Freddie questioned and Sam shook her head. "I'm lucky enough to eat ice cream once in a while."

"That is true," Sam commented, laughing in between.

"So, back to our song?" Freddie asked as he reached over for his laptop again.

"I have another idea," Sam said, placing her bowl down. "I have a whole recording studio in my attic. Why don't we just use that?"

"I'll bring my laptop along in case," Freddie closed it and set it aside, running to the kitchen to grab a bag. "Here, Princess Puckett, for whatever food you want."

"YESSS!" Sam screamed, grabbing what she could and throwing it in.

"Have you created so many songs that you have your own recording studio?" Freddie asked when the two stepped in the Puckett house. "Why does it smell fruity? And the rooms are clean!"

"Chill, Benson," Sam and Freddie climbed the stairs. "When Melanie stays she always cleans since she has nothing better to do when waiting for me to get home."

"That makes perfect sense," Freddie commented, helping Sam pull down the attic latter. The blond climbed up first before Freddie did and they met someone already there.

"Hey you two," Melanie sang from one corner of the room, having a photo album in her hands.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. "Don't tell me you're cleaning up here too?"

"What's to clean?" Melanie stood up. "It already is. It's a miracle that this is the only room you don't mess up."

On Sam and Freddie's right side was the recording studio like Sam had said. The whole place was covered in a light red carpet. On their left side was boxes and bags filled with things that hadn't been touched in years until Melanie decided to sort through them today, sitting on the brown couch against the wall with the single window in the entire place.

"If I mess up this room my equipment will be destroyed and I can't replace it!" Sam yelled as she started up her machine. "You can't fix a recording studio that easily! Mom would kill me first. Do you know how long it took me to finally get her to have this done?"

"That is true," Melanie agreed. "Speaking of Mom; look at this picture I found of her."

Freddie and Sam both took the book in their hands and were shocked at what they saw. Pam was wearing old fashion jeans with bell bottoms, a tie-die shirt, her hair as long as Sam's, but straightened, and different color flowers were in her hair. She was standing with a bunch of what seems like friends as they were in different poses.

"That is not your mom!" Freddie yelled, getting a closer look at Pam and her face was the same as it is now.

"Is to!" Melanie laughed. "It doesn't say that date, so who knows how long that's from."

"Is she really that old?" Sam questioned. "I mean, she was when people thought fighting was wrong."

"It still is," Freddie corrected and Sam was about to smack him, but Melanie distracted her.

"And then look at the next page!" Melanie said and Sam turned it. It was a black and white picture, a little worn out, but it was an old man sitting on a rocker trying his best to smile. "Apparently that's Grandpa Puckett."

"The one who was the child of the Great Depression?" Sam asked and Melanie nodded her head.

"I remember you sharing those stories with me," Freddie said. "Isn't he in a veterans' home?"

"Sam, Mom and I still go visit him," Melanie shared and Freddie smiled. Melanie pointed to the other pictures that were when Grandpa Puckett was a young boy. "Mom had kept the pictures after all these years."

Sam turned the page back to her mother in her teenage years. Something had struck in her mind when seeing Pam dressed up like that and being happier then she ever was.

"I found a picture of my mother in her bell-bottom jeans. Flowers in her hair. Two fingers up for peace," Sam softly started to sing and Freddie ran to get his laptop to type it.

"In that Polaroid she smiled, a grown up baby boomer. Maybe Mamma walked down the wild side walking on the moon," Melanie added, singing after her sister when resting a hand on her shoulder.

"What will they say about us?" Freddie decided to try and Melanie clapped her hands in excitement.

"I've heard stories about my grandpa - child of the Great Depression. How growing up broke creates a deep and dark impression." Sam ran over to sit on the rug with Freddie as he was typing away the lyrics. "He sits in a rocker down at the veterans' home. Even when I go to visit he's still rocking all alone."

"What will they say about us?" Melanie asked, walking over to sit with the two.

Freddie and Sam looked at each other, knowing they were both singing the same thing. "They call us generation lost, or generation greed, or the connected generation to a plasma screen. Or a generation why," Sam shook her finger in the air and Freddie smiled, "Enough is not enough. Or maybe they'll call us," the two closed their eyes, holding out the last two words. "Generation love!" Freddie and Sam slowly opened their eyes, "Generation love."

"We are the children of divorce," Freddie started a new line, thinking of his own life. He remembered telling Sam one day he was going to try and find his father and this song reminded Freddie so much of him. "Victims of dysfunction." He smirked at Sam and she laughed, knowing it was about her. "We spell check, of course, and GPS the proper junction."

"We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame," Sam sang, leaning towards her sister and she pushed her away as she giggled. "But I think I hear an old song calling my new name. Generation love."

"Not generation lost," Freddie began.

"Or generation greed," Sam sang after. The two then looked at Melanie, wanting her to join along and she did.

"Or the connected generation to a plasma screen?" Melanie sang in a question. Freddie and Sam nodded their heads, telling Melanie those were the right words.

"Or a generation why - enough is not enough. Or maybe they'll call us generation love," Sam, Freddie and Melanie joined in together.

"Oh, generation love!" Sam yelled out.

Melanie and Freddie kept singing, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," when Sam smacked her hands to the ground singing, "And when they open up our time capsule a hundred years from now maybe they'll look inside and see we figured out how to live with less and give ourselves away."

"Just maybe they'll call us," Melanie thought out loud.

"Just maybe they'll call us," Freddie repeated a little louder.

"Generation love!" Sam screamed out.

"We are a brand new generation on the rise," Freddie and Sam sang together.

"Generation love!" Melanie added.

"We are a brand new generation on the rise."

"Generation love."

"Oh, generation love," Sam and Freddie finished off.

"That was amazing," Freddie commented and Sam knew she was blushing for her face was burning up.

"You just saw something that happens once in a life time," Sam said, pushing him as she got up from the ground.

"That's not true because we didn't record our already perfect song." Freddie got up too and met Sam over at her studio. "So, you're going to have to sing again."

"Not just Sam, but you too, Freddie," Melanie added, standing behind the two. "You were great with Sam!"

"But then who's going to mess around with the pretty buttons?" Freddie asked.

"I will," Melanie declared, pushing Freddie and Sam into the small room with the microphone and headphones. "It's not like I haven't used this before."

"Fine," Freddie grunted, taking one of the headphones. "I guess I'll play with the awesome machine later."

"Hey," Sam yelled, "No one's going to be 'playing' with my machine!"

"I didn't mean it literally," Freddie mumbled and Sam licked her hand and wiped it on Freddie's face.

"Okay you two," Melanie yelled from the other side, pressing a button so the two could hear her from inside. "It's time to be nice to one another, so we can get the song done."

"Hit it," Sam adjusted the microphone before Melanie hit the record button.

"It sounds great, Freddie," Melanie commented when she, Sam and Freddie were listening to the final after he and Sam sang and Freddie added the music.

"Yeah, Fredward, it actually does," Sam agreed, tapping her foot along the beat. "How'd you come up with it?"

"It's easy after listening to the lyrics about a million times," Freddie said. "The music just somehow formed in my head and I created it on my laptop."

Sam rubbed a hand on Freddie's hair. "Well, thank the King of Nerds for your smartness. Oh, wait, that's you!"

"Very funny," Freddie said.

"So, tomorrow you guys are just going to do the music video?" Melanie asked, grabbing a pillow from the couch, resting her elbows on it and placing her head on her hands. "What's it going to be?"

"We haven't figured that out yet," Sam answered, looking at the digital clock hanging in the studio room. "But it's already eleven P.M. and you better get home to clean before your mom finds out the mess I made."

Freddie sighted, saving their project, shutting down his computer and standing up. "You're right. I don't even think I could blame it on someone else. She'd just yell at me for not locking the house then."

"So, go on and get outta here," Sam joked, pushing him towards the stairs. "I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay?"

"And you promise we'll work on the music video right after school?" Freddie asked before climbing all the way down.

"I promise," Sam yelled after. "NOT!"

"Sam!" Freddie groaned, walking out of her house, so he could make it to his on time. He could argue with Sam at school tomorrow.

Sam lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling with a smile on her face. "This was just great."

"What did I tell you before you went to Freddie's apartment?" Melanie asked.

"That Madisen wasn't going to be there," Sam was so tried that she didn't bother to argue with her sister tonight.

"And was I right?"

"Yep."

"Good." Melanie got up, stretching and yawned. "I'm heading off the bed and you should too before you oversleep tomorrow which I know you'll do."

"Why do I care?" Sam reached her hand up for Melanie to take and she pulled her sister onto her two feet. "I'm going to hang out with Freddie tomorrow too."

"You guys can make a music video in half a day?" Melanie asked as the twins made their way to the second floor of their house. "It took you two the whole entire day to write lyrics!"

"I'm hoping it won't take all day," Sam said, the two girls walking to their rooms that were right across from one another. "I want to show Miss. Briggs that I'm good at something that doesn't involve ruining her life."

"Well, we're going to have to wait until tomorrow to find out," Melanie shrugged. "'Night."

"'Night." Sam was about to close her door, but reopened it again. "Make me your special pancakes in the morning?"

"If you wake up," Melanie said.

"Fair enough."

As Freddie was cleaning up the living room and kitchen, hiding the leftover food in the refrigerator he bought and hid in his closet, the tech producer couldn't help, but think about today. From meeting up with Sam, eating with her, signing with her - everything felt greater than it did before. Especially because they did something they never thought they would do together. I mean, Sam singing? No one would have guessed that! And beautifully too.

If only there were more projects like the one Miss. Briggs assigned in the other classes Freddie and Sam had together, so they could keep working on them together. The brown haired man already knew their music video was going to rock.

He just needed tomorrow to come and school to end fast, so he could hang out with Sam. His heart was just pounding faster and faster from the thought of it.