(A/N: I just had a realization. While I was writing this, I was thinking of a pop name to use in this. You know, a pop name that comes from the show, like Peppy Cola or something. But then I remembered the "Dr. Gibs" that was introduced in iBalls.

See, here's the thing. Dan likes to keep the memory of old, favored characters alive. He even brought back Craig & Eric as well as Stacey in iSAFW. Through little ways he can keep their memory strong, and that's all he can do once the show they were in ends.

So maybe this was foreshadowing the approaching end of iCarly. In whatever new show Dan is going to create to replace it [which I REFUSE to watch. I need to get a life again; I can't get sucked back into another one of Dan's shows!], they will probably mention that soda name again, therefore keeping Gibby's memory alive.

End of iCarly = relieving but sad.)

38.) Math (Freddie's POV)

Freddie glances over at Sam. "How's it going?"

"Don't speak to me."

"Sam…" He says, moving closer. "You said you'd try harder."

"You're not even helping me with this!"

"Yes I have! I've been helping you through all of it! Your idea of help is just straight-up copying."

"Point is?"

"When you take a test, copying won't help then."

"Not unless you cheat."

"Sam!"

"What can I say? Old habits die hard."

Freddie looks over at Sam, who is staring at her worksheet with a blank stare. "Which problem are you on?"

"You know, math teaches you nothing." She snaps. "And most of the time, it doesn't help you later in life."

"Yes it does, Sam! There are many jobs that require math."

"My future job will."

"…Sam…we both know you're not really going to be an invisible Ninja."

"Not with that attitude."

Freddie's head falls in his hands.

Sam pats his knee. "You're tense."

"Well, obviously. I can't believe you aren't."

"Why do you think that?"

"Well, it's not like you were attacked the other night." He retorts.

"I'm telling you, Freddie. It's fine." She says to him.

"I don't see why you're so calm about this." Freddie turns his head away. "When Matt was around, you were freaking out."

"Here's the difference, here. I've dealt with guys like that before—guys my mum brought home. It only takes a few nails to get them to back off. He isn't coming back, I'm telling you. And plus, if he did, my mum would just bill him for damage to her mattress." Sam says softly. "I have no reason to be afraid of them, or anyone for that matter. Matt isn't coming back either."

"Sometimes I can't wait to get out of here." Freddie mutters, laying back down beside her and running a hand through his hair.

Sam is silent for a moment, before saying, "Yeah, well, that date's approaching."

Freddie's hand goes to her curls. "You're not even a little scared or anything?"

"No, Freddie. I'm telling you. They're all talk."

"Hope you're right."

"I always am." Sam says with a smile.

Freddie rolls his eyes.

"When is your mum supposed to be home?" She asks.

"Dunno. She's at some kind of meeting."

"An Aggressive Parenting meeting?"

"Nah. She's at a HAO meeting."

"A what?"

"It stands for Hygiene Awareness Organization."

"Oh." Sam sits back. "Can't I do my homework later?"

"Sam, come on. It's not that hard. It's just fractions."

"The man who invented fractions deserves to burn."

"Egyptians invented fractions as early as 1000 B.C. Pretty amazing, huh? It was so long ago, and they managed to come up with a concept that we all use today. They invented a lot of other things too, it's almost impossible to believe. Oh, and they also—"

Sam's eyes were closed and she didn't seem to be listening.

"…Sam?"

No response.

He prods her shoulder. "Am I really that boring?"

Her eyes shot open, the blue irises coming to life. "Huh? Oh, you were saying something about fractions and I kind of zoned out…"

Freddie glares at her. "Sam, you know you can—" He begins to say, before he remembers something. "Oh, wait, I forgot to show you this…" He pulls his backpack out and pulls out the form. "Carly gave this to me."

"What is it?" Sam takes the paper from him and reads it. "What? Drama club?"

"Yeah. They're doing a show. And they need—"

"I don't act."

"I don't know about that, baby. You're the master of improvisation. You entertain people on iCarly like it's your job. And they're not just looking for actors. They need dancers and such. Carly's doing singing, this much I know." Freddie says.

Sam looks as if she's thinking. "Tell you what. I'll audition—but you have to audition too."

"I can't, Sam. For many reasons." He says with a chuckle. He's learned to laugh at his own expense. "First off, I can't entertain people with humor and such. Second, I get stage fright. Third, I'm already with the tech crew for the play. Fourth, I wouldn't dare ruin the play for anyone else."

"Oh, come on. You aren't that bad…" Sam trails off.

"I'll leave it to you. Blow everyone away with your dancing. You know you love doing it." He says with a smile.

"Okay, I'll do it. On one condition."

"And that is?"

"Stop forcing me to do homework, especially the math kind."

"Sam, you said you'd do better in school…"

"There are more important subjects. Maybe. They're all stupid in their own special way."

"There has to be one thing you've learned from math." Freddie says, exasperated.

"Okay, here's one." Sam sits up and Freddie looks up at her hopefully. "Sex is like math. Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and pray to God you don't multiply."

Freddie hangs his head. "I give up."