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Chapter 21: iGot a Hot Room

"You ready to head over to Carls' to do iCarly?" Sam asked as she poked her head into her boyfriend's apartment.

Freddie cocked an eyebrow. "Do you come here before every iCarly?"

"Yeah, why not?" Sam replied, grinning. "It's fun to bother you."

"Doesn't bother me," He reminded her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

Sam scowled. "Well then, maybe I should stop coming."

"No!" Freddie protested. Realizing what he said, he turned pink. "I mean… it bothers me a lot."

Sam turned to walk away. "Nah, it's not fun if you're not bothered."

Freddie grabbed her arm. Sam tried to pull away, but found she couldn't. "Dude, Freddork, how'd you get so strong?"

Freddie flexed his muscles. "I've been working out."

"Cute," Sam smirked, giving him yet another kiss. Pulling away, she muttered, "We're gonna be late for iCarly."

"Since when have you ever cared about being on time?" Freddie retorted.

"I don't," Sam confirmed. "But you do. C'mon, dork, you know Carly will be suspicious if you're not on time. Your mom even has a rhyme for it…"

Freddie put his hands over his ears. "I don't wanna hear it, Puckett!" He grabbed her hand. "C'mon, let's go."

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Later that day, the three were doing iCarly.

Carly sprung up in front of the screen. "Hey, I'm three and a half ounces of Carly!"

"And I'm a heaping tablespoon of Sam," Sam announced, getting right in front of the screen. Instead of yelling at her like he once would've, Freddie shot her a secretive smile.

"Put us in a tall glass," Carly continued.

"Shake vigorously," Sam grinned, and they both shook themselves up.

"And add a pinch of Freddie," Carly added.

Sam reached over and pinched his stomach, not hard but more in a loving way. Keeping up appearances, Freddie exclaimed, "Ow!"

"Make a delicious web show called iCarly!" Sam and Carly yelled in unison.

They then both began to dance around, whooping and hollering.

Returning to normal (or, as normal as she could get), Sam jumped in front of the lens again. "Okay! Now before we continue, guess what special event is coming up this week."

"Sam," Carly's voice made it obvious she was acting. "Don't tell them."

"I gotta tell them!" Sam whined.

Carly smiled. "No! I don't want anyone to know that my birthday is coming up!"

"The people have a right to know," Sam said dangerously.

Carly's eyes were wide. "But I don't want them to send me presents. Even though I love items such as…"

They then went through a whole list of things.

"And now it's time for pie!" Sam announced.

Carly pretended to sound surprised. "What pie?"

"Birthday pie!" Sam cheered. They all three screamed in joy.

Spencer then entered, pushing a cart with an extravagantly huge birthday pie on it. Everyone cheered again.

Carly's face lit up. "This pie is huge!"

"And it contains your two favorite flavors," Spencer informed them.

"Cherry," Carly told the camera.

"And Gibby!" Spencer screamed, so obviously a supporter of Carly/ Gibby too.

Gibby burst out of the cherry pie then, gasping for breath and covered in red cherry juice.

"What's wrong, Gib?" Sam asked him.

"I couldn't breathe in there!" Gibby yelled, sounding mad.

Spencer motioned to the pie. "I told you to breathe through the tube!"

"I couldn't FIND the tube!" Gibby retorted.

Spencer sighed in realization. "Oh, I forgot the tube."

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"Ready for this?" Sam asked Freddie, as she, Freddie and Gibby waited out in the hallway.

Freddie nodded. "You think Carly suspects anything?"

"Of course not," Sam giggled. She pulled him in for a kiss.

Gibby groaned. "Can you guys not do that in here?"

Sam and Freddie rolled their eyes. "Um, no." They began to kiss again, to the soundtrack of Gibby's vomiting and gagging noises.

The two were forced to stop when T-Bo joined them. "I believe someone asked me to come here?"

"If you have food, then fine," Sam said immediately.

"That I do," T-Bo held up plates of food and decorations.

"Okay, you're in," Sam grabbed some of the decorations.

On Spencer's signal, they all dashed out and began to set up the kitchen table. It was chaotic and a little too romantic for Gibby's taste (those accidental hand brushes between Sam and Freddie that lasted a moment too long, those longing glances….he felt like he was in some cheesy blockbuster flick) but finally it was all set up, and just in time.

They all posed as Carly walked out, then yelled together, "SURPRISE!"

Carly shrieked happily and dropped the carton of milk. "Oh my gosh!" She ran over and hugged Spencer tightly.

"Happy birthday, kiddo!" He told her.

"Aw, you guys didn't have to make a big fuss over my birthday," Carly smiled.

Freddie raised his eyebrows. "Do you want us to leave?"

"No, fuss away!" Carly threw up her hands.

Carly came over and hugged Sam. Sam showed her the waffle bouquet from T-Bo, and then they talked about how this was going to be the best birthday she'd ever had. They then sat down and began to eat all of the food.

When Spencer announced he was giving her a fantastic present, Carly immediately wondered, "You're getting a haircut?"

"No," Spencer looked like he'd never even considered it.

"Please get a haircut," Carly pleaded.

"No," Spencer scowled. "It took me over a year to get it this long and voluminous."

"Makes you look like a girl," Sam told him.

Spencer did a hair flip. "Does not."

"Dude! You know who could give you the best haircut ever?" Gibby asked. "My grandfather!"

Sam looked confused. "Didn't your granddad retire?"

"Well, yeah, but he's still a great barber," Gibby told them. "He'd cut you for free…"

Spencer shook his head. "I dunno."

"Please?" Carly begged. "For my birthday?"

"Okay, I'll get a haircut," Spencer reluctantly agreed.

T-Bo obviously was still wondering about something. "What did the goat do?"

"T-BO!" Carly snapped.

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Later that day at school, everyone was greeting Carly and wishing her a happy birthday.

Sam felt a surge of jealousy (hardly anyone had done that for her on her birthday) but she covered it up, trying to be a good friend. She made sure everyone wished Carly a happy birthday, even the Italian exchange student.

"It's Carly's birthday and you completely ignored her!" Sam exclaimed.

Not caring as much as Sam did, Carly said softly, "It's okay."

"I got this," Sam told her. "Look, dude-"

Sam was cut off by a girl coming between them. "Rico doesn't speak English. He's an exchange student from Italy."

"Si," Rico motioned to himself. "Italia."

Sam got up in his face and told him something in Italian that was threatening.

"Um, uh…" Rico tried to think of what to do. "Happy birthday, Carly!" Sam smiled contently and he and his translator took off.

"When did you learn to-" Carly began.

"My mom likes Italian dudes," Sam informed her.

Carly nodded. "Of course."

"I mean, she really likes Italian dudes," Sam elaborated.

Carly cut her off again. "I get it."

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Later that day, Sam and Freddie were having an intelligent conversation as Carly walked far up ahead (she wasn't much interested in their topic). They'd never had a conversation (that didn't involve them fighting) in front of Carly before, so they were surprised to see that Carly wasn't surprised.

"Right, which is why I had to make a shank," Sam explained to Freddie.

"So what's better- a shank or a shiv?" Freddie inquired.

Sam shrugged. "Depends. For cutting or stabbing?"

Carly butted in then. "Does it matter?"

Sam snorted. "Does it matter?"

Carly walked in, and Sam and Freddie followed close behind. Spencer was holding up a towel in front of his face.

"What's that?" Sam questioned.

"A MAN WITH A FANTASTIC NEW DO!" Spencer announced, throwing down the towel to show off his newly shortened hair, which actually looked good (considering Gibby's grandpa was blind).

"Nice!" They all exclaimed.

Satisfied, Spencer agreed. "Uh-huh."

"Gibby's grandfather did that?" Carly sounded surprised.

"Yep, and he also made that wet spot on the carpet," Spencer informed them. "So don't walk there."

Shuddering, Carly moved to one side as Sam and Freddie moved to the other (of course).

"All right, birthday girl, it's almost 6:30 and we've got 7:00 reservations at Petrozzini's!" Spencer exclaimed.

Almost in unison, Sam and Freddie repeated, "Petrozzini's!" and do weird things with their hands, exchanging cute glances. It never fails to amaze them how alike they really are even though people classify them as polar opposites.

"So, why don't you head upstairs and grab a jacket and we'll head on out?" Spencer commanded.

"I'm already wearing a jacket," She grabbed at the sides to prove her point.

Spencer stared at her. "Go get a different jacket or no birthday dinner."

Carly shot him a weird look. "Okay, I'll change jackets." She began to go upstairs. "A guy gets a quality haircut and turns all bossy."

Nonchalantly, Spencer whistled until Carly was way upstairs. Then he told Sam and Freddie, "I actually love the jacket she's wearing."

"Then why'd you make her go change?" Freddie wondered.

"So she'd see the birthday present I made her," Spencer grinned.

"What did you make her?" Sam questioned. Freddie shot her a quick loving glance, not caring about Spencer (since he knew already).

"Well, she's been saying she needs a lamp by her bed," Spencer told them. "So I made her one entirely of gummy bears!"

Sam and Freddie grinned at each other, oohing in unison.

"So you think she'll like it?" Freddie asked him.

"She's gonna love it," Spencer replied, followed by a scream from Carly. "She loves it!"

Carly ran downstairs, her hair a mess. "MY ROOM'S ON FIRE!"

The implications of what she's just said seem to finally sink into Spencer's mind. "WHAT?" Pushing and shoving, the three followed Carly upstairs. Freddie grabbed Sam's hand for a second and gave it a quick squeeze before letting go.

They saw the burning flames consuming the bright depths of Carly's room. Screaming, they dashed for the exit. Spencer pushed Sam and Freddie (they should really have a name for the two of them, shouldn't they? Freddie thought. Fram? Seddie?...no, that's stupid) out of the way, going for the door first. The door shuts behind him, and Sam and Freddie crashed into the door behind him. They resisted the urge to hug or anything like that as sparks shot up both their arms; instead they just pulled open the door as fast as possible and shot out of there.

As they go down, Sam was hyperventilating (something about fires and dads) so Carly hugged her, also crying. When Carly turned away for a second, Freddie snaked his arm around Sam discreetly and kissed the top of her head.

Once they came back up, they stood in awed silence at the burnt room. Everything was charred with ashes scattered all around.

"Oh my gosh," Carly uttered softly. "My room."

"Wow," Sam muttered.

Spencer, trying to cheer her up, reminded her, "Well, it could be worse."

The fireman who was behind him seemed to be pessimistic. "No, it couldn't. I'm Chief Donker, Seattle Fire Department."

Spencer extended a hand. "Spencer Shay."

"Yeah, we know who you are," Chief Donker rolled his eyes.

Carly started crying again, causing Sam to tell her, "Come here, kid," and hug her tightly. "It's okay, Carls. If you want, you could stay with me and my mom."

This just made Carly cry harder.

Freddie wrung his hands. "Do you guys know how the fire started?"

"Oh, yes," The chief told him. "This bedside table lamp started the fire."

Spencer's mouth fell open in shock and revulsion, obviously. Sam shot Freddie a look that meant "oh, no."

"But I don't have a table lamp," Carly informed him, obviously confused.

Sam and Freddie stared at each other, unable to even speak. Finally, Sam spoke up. "Look, Spencer wanted to make you a special present for your birthday."

Freddie picked up for her. "So, he made you a gummy bear lamp…"

Carly just stared at Spencer, completely silent. Spencer immediately began to apologize. "Carly, I'm… Hey, I bet what that goat did to you last year doesn't seem so bad anymore."

Shaking her head, Carly burst into tears. Once again, Sam wrapped her arms around her best friend in comfort. Spencer glanced down uncomfortably, and the Chief turned to Freddie. "What did the goat do?"

Carly cried even harder, making Sam wince.

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That night, Sam slept over at Carly's on the couch. Carly was super quiet and depressed, and Sam couldn't bear to see her like that. She had to cheer her up.

Carly fell asleep quickly, so Sam logged into Splashface on the computer.

SPuckett: hey, dude

FBenson: hey, Sammy. How's Carly?

SPuckett: sleeping

FBenson: Funny, Sam. I meant how is she dealing?

SPuckett: as well as u'd expect, pretty depressed. Idk how to cheer her up.

FBenson: Oh...I feel so bad for her.

SPuckett: ikr? i guess we're not 'revealing' for a while, that'll just add to her troubles

FBenson: true, well, I gotta go. Mom's calling. Love you.

SPuckett: bye, love you 2.

FBenson has signed off.

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All day the next day, Carly Shay was very depressed.

No matter what Sam tried to get her to do, Carly's response was always, "I don't wanna." She was a lifeless lump and though neither Sam nor Freddie could blame her, it was quite disheartening to see their best friend that way.

After school that day, all three of them entered the Shay apartment. Spencer was sitting on the couch, looking glum.

"Hey," Carly said in her dead voice.

"Hey, guys," Spencer greeted them.

Freddie tried to act normal. "Hello-lo."

"Sup," Sam played along, acting as Sam-ish as was humanly possible. "I'll be at the fridge!"

"How goes it?" Freddie's attempt to sound peppy came out as more dead than he thought he could sound.

Spencer shrugged. "Eh."

Carly suddenly realized something. "Did the guy from the insurance company come?"

"Yeah," Spencer sighed. "He's only giving us five hundred bucks."

Carly's voice rose at least five pitches. "To redo my room and replace everything?"

"Yeah," Spencer told her, and Sam realized he was lying, though she didn't know why.

Carly doesn't seem to realize what Sam does. "That won't even pay for a new bed!"

Freddie, who was wearing one of Sam's favorite t-shirts (she'd come over early that morning, picked him out a shirt, then left), scuffed his heel on the floor. Sam volunteered her solution. "I can get you all the money you need."

Freddie gave her a be-serious look, but she ignored it. Spencer asked, "How?"

"You guys got a colored printer?" Sam offered.

Carly sighed and collapsed on the couch. "Well, then I gotta get a job."

"Nasty," Sam piped up from her position at the counter.

"Well, hey, I was at the Groovy Smoothie this morning and T-Bo said he was looking to hire some part-time help," Spencer volunteered.

"Fine," Carly groaned. "I'll go talk to T-Bo."

"Good luck," Freddie muttered.

"Thanks," Carly replied, taking her jacket and leaving.

"Sorry, kiddo," Was all Spencer said.

As soon as Carly was gone, Spencer got up and danced across the room for his phone. He then proceeded to call T-Bo and ask him to give Carly a job.

"Okay, two questions," Sam began. "Why are you makin' T-Bo give Carly a job and what did you do to his sister?"

"I needed Carly out of the house so I could tell you guys," he motioned to the two of them, implying things about their 'secret relationship, "That you're gonna help me redo Carly's entire room with this insurance check I got from Bob!"

Sam and Freddie both looked at it. "82,000?"

"How'd you get so much?" Sam seconded.

"My great-grandmother's benzel was diamond-encrusted," Spencer informed them. Sam continued to gaze at Freddie in that, 'Can you believe this?' way.

"What does that mean?" Freddie inquired.

"I don't know," Spencer shrugged.

Sam didn't seem to care as much. "What about T-Bo's sister?"

"She fell off a ladder," Spencer replied quickly. "82,000!"

All three of them began to rejoice.

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The next day, Sam and Freddie were chatting with a lady worker.

"So, you two go out?" She asked slyly.

Sam and Freddie exchanged a shocked glance. "Um….no."

"Don't lie," The lady told them. "I'm professionally trained to deal with liars."

Sam bounced up and down. "Me too!"

Freddie cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you were a painter?"

"I have two jobs," The lady defended.

"Yeah, I can do this and be Freddie's girlfriend," Sam's eyes widened as she realized what she said.

"So you admit it," The lady grinned.

Sam opened her mouth to defend herself, but she was cut off by Spencer. After he took roll, they roared and ran upstairs together.

"Please, can that not count, Fredward?" Sam begged. "We don't really know her."

Freddie smirked. "Yeah, we do."

"Oh yeah?" Sam replied. "What's her name?"

Freddie mulled it over. "No idea…. Fine, we won't count it."

She spontaneously planted a kiss on his lips. "Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome," he groaned as she dashed off.

She had him wrapped around her so easily.

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Freddie spent most of his time working (and talking) with Sam and Gibby. They had a great time decorating her room to make it look just as Carly would want it.

Once they were all done, Sam glanced around the room. "It looks…"

"Amazing," Freddie finished. "Just like you."

Sam shot him a loving smile as Gibby made a vomiting noise. They both turned to glare at him, and he threw up his hands. "Just doing what a Gibby's gotta do!"

Carly came not long after that. Gibby, Freddie and Sam ran upstairs.

Freddie kissed Sam softly on the lips. "Nice work today."

"You too," She smiled at him. "All that tech stuff is pretty nice, actually, once you get past the nubbiness factor of it all."

"That's the first nice thing you've ever said to me about my tech skills," Freddie reminded her.

Gibby cut in. "Can you not do that when I'm sitting right here?"

"Hey, you're the one who chose to find out," Sam retorted.

Gibby gave her an are-you-crazy look. "No, I'm not!"

"Yeah, you are-" Sam cut herself off. "Carly's coming!"

As the crazy-looking Groovy Smoothie employee walked in the room, all three of them yelled in unison, "SURPRISE!"

Carly stood in shock for a few minutes before she finally began to laugh. "How did this happen?"

"Remember Great-Grammy's watch?" Spencer inquired.

"With the diamond encrusted benzel?" Carly remembered.

Spencer grinned. "Uh-huh. Destroyed in the fire and insured for 82,000!"

"Oh my gosh!" Carly exclaimed.

"Thank you, Great Grammy!" Spencer called upwards.

"We should've gone to her funeral," Carly muttered.

Spencer nodded. "I know!"

"And Spencer spent it all on your room," Freddie informed her.

Sam grinned at Carly. "The whole wad, baby."

"Which is so stupid cause we rent this place, but who cares?" Spencer smiled and they all jumped together. Freddie smiled at Sam and she giggled.

Carly was still shocked. "I can't believe this!"

"Do you like the water coffee table with floating boats?" Sam showed her the table.

"Uh-huh!" Carly nodded.

"Avant garde ice cream sandwich loveseat?" Gibby offered with heavy emphasis on the love. Sam and Freddie exchanged a knowing look.

"Nice," Carly grinned at him.

Freddie decided it was time to show off his tech skills. "A complete new wardrobe and a motorized closet with a convenient clothing selector."

He hit some buttons and the closet began to turn. Carly's face lit up. "That did NOT just happen."

Spencer smiled. "Oh, it happened! Speaking of which, check out your happening new makeup area."

Freddie hit a button on the remote and an image appeared on the screen. They then showed her the hairdryer that required no hands.

"And when it's bedtime," Spencer continued.

"After a hard day of being Carly," Sam did a little dance.

"You literally jump into bed," Freddie demonstrated, jumping off the trampoline and landing on the bed.

"That's so cool!" Carly exclaimed.

Sam decided it was time to tease Freddie a little. "I know! I wanna try it!"

"No, no, no, no, Sam!" Freddie yelled, but it was too late. Sam ran for it, jumping on to the bed and landing directly on top of Freddie.

"Get off!" He muttered.

Her voice was muffled, but it sounded like she said, "I don't wanna!"

Gibby, who still had no taste for the romantic things, basically pried Sam off of Freddie.

Spencer showed her the final item, the fire-retardant gummy bear chandelier.

"You got your room back," Freddie told her, grinning.

"Except for your old photos and personal items that can never be replaced," Gibby reminded her.

Everyone gave him a what is wrong with you stare. "GIBBY!"

Gibby just shrugged, and Carly grinned. "Who has the best big brother ever?"

"You," Spencer replied, pointing at his younger sister. They then shared a hug.

"Man," Gibby commented as he watched. "Is there anything money can't do?"

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"Sam," Freddie grumbled after they'd left the Shays. "What was that there, jumping on me in the bed? Don't you think that someone could've thought of that in a different way and gotten suspicious?"

Sam looked thoughtful. "Nah."

"Well, I do!" Freddie's temper flared.

"What?" Sam taunted. "Is someone unhappy now that their precious Carly is gone?"

Freddie looked shocked. "What?"

"Oh, come on," Sam scoffed. "Don't even try to pretend that you weren't showing off for Carly with your tech skills back there."

"How could you think that?" Freddie yelled.

Sam shrugged. "Maybe because it seriously looked like it…"

"Maybe I was trying to cheer my best friend up," Freddie shot back.

Sam looked insulted. "Oh, so now Carly's your best friend?"

"You're my girlfriend," Freddie defended. "Wow, I think someone is a little jealous today, and a little too sensitive."

"Sensitive, Benson?" Sam screeched. "You wanna see sensitive?" She reached over and slapped his face.

"You know what," Freddie snapped. "Maybe this isn't working."

Sam scowled. "Maybe it's not."

"Maybe I'm done," He growled.

She stuck her tongue out. "Maybe I am too."

"Well, goodbye," They said in unison, going their different directions.

Ha, kind of a random fight, but I see Seddie as the bipolar couple. You know, happy one minute then tearing each other's throats out the next… but yeah, next is the last episode (iSam's Mom) unless iGet Pranky randomly premiers. Ha, I wish.

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