Hey everyone! You probably all heard the news that iCarly wrapped their last ever episode on Wednesday night last week. We can all cry together. Im aiming to finish this story as soon as I can so I can move onto more projects that I have for Seddie fanfics! Thanks to Azuka Star for this idea! I've gone back to my list of fanfic ideas that you guys suggested with reviews so if you can't remember if you sent me one, don't worry cause I'll credit you! Enjoy!

~Charlotte~


Day 52 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Ice Cream

Freddie POV

It was just another history lesson in Mr Howard's class, watching as his droning voice sucked the life out of every one in the class that even cared enough to listen. Every time he spoke a word, you could see the light in my classmates eyes just get sucked out. Mr Howard always made you want to jump out of a window just to be away from him.

Sam and I were texting in his class. We decided that before we went into his lesson we would text each other to keep ourselves entertained and to not succumb to Mr Howard and his lectures. Texting in his class was not an easy thing to do, but with Sam sitting at the front of the class rather than me, we were almost sure that we wouldn't get caught. Almost.

"Puckett, are you texting in my class?" Mr Howard said noticing Sam smiling at the text I just sent her (and her phone being on the table kind of gave it away too). I felt myself shrink in my chair.

"Yup," Sam said simply.

"I'm sorry?" Mr Howard didn't sound impressed.

"Apology accepted." My eyes widened at her response. Oh Sam, always the sarcastic one.

"That's it Samantha Puckett, you just earned yourself detention."

"What about Freddie, he should get detention too," Sam said. My eyes widened again and I suddenly felt myself fill with anger. Why was she dragging me into it, she was the one that was caught!

"Why Freddie?" Mr Howard asked.

"Who do you think I was texting?" Sam asked as if it was obvious. I gave the back of Sam's head a death glare and looked up at Mr Howard who was now looking at me. I quickly averted my eyes away from his own death glare and saw that the other people in the class were still looking as bored as they were before; only a few people took interest on what was happening.

"Well then Mr Benson, I'll see you and Miss Puckett in detention today after school, I'll be sure to tell you all about the exciting things that you both have missed in my lesson today." I groaned and I heard Sam groan as well. I was going to have a chat with Sam after class.

Class finally ended an eternity later and I walked out of class. Sam was waiting for me outside and we started to walk to lunch together.

I was just about to say what was on my mind when Sam said, "I know I'm supposed to be sorry that I got you into detention and that you now hate me for the rest of the day and blah blah blah, but I'm not sorry 'cause I needed you in detention with me."

I gave her a suspicious look. "Why?"

"Because on Wednesday's after school there is an ice cream truck that comes round by the school and I really want ice cream today so I need you to create a distraction while I sneak out of detention and get an ice cream. Okay?"

"Right..." I said slowly, still trying to figure out what she had just said to me. "Wait, what?"

Sam groaned. "I want ice cream. You create distraction. I get ice cream. I come back. You stop distracting. Okay?" She was speaking to me like I was in kindergarten.

"I get it; it's just that I don't understand how I'm going to distract him. And wait, I want ice cream, too!" Now I did sound like a kindergartener.

"Urgh, fine you can come with me to get ice cream but that means we both need to be ace actors when we're in detention."

We sat down at our lunch table in the middle of the busy cafeteria. I sat down and Sam sat opposite me, sitting next to Carly.

I sighed. "Tell me the plan."

Sam POV

Freddie and I were sitting in detention. It was an hour long and we were already ten minutes in. It was five minutes time before I put my plan into action. I smiled to myself and looked at Freddie who had a worried look when he saw my smile.

Time went slowly the more I looked at the clock and Mr Howard had started the speech that he had said during his actual lesson. Normally Howard was never in the room but because he hates both me and Freddie – I wasn't really sure why he did hate Freddie, there was nothing to hate (although I would never admit that) – he decided to make us listen to what he had said earlier. He was slowly killing us but it was only one minute's time until it was time to distract the balding man.

"In five, four, three, two..." I whispered to Freddie. He gulped and then got ready.

Freddie raised his hand to get Mr Howard's attention. Mr Howard gave Freddie a glare that motioned for him to speak.

"Sir, I don't feel too good, can I be excused," Freddie said in a weak and sickly voice. Only I could tell that he was half faking and actually half scared/sick. I knew he didn't like to lie to teachers but it was all worth it, plus he wasn't actually lying all the time seeing as he was getting paler by the minute.

"This isn't a trick to get out of class is it?" Mr Howard asked.

Freddie gulped. "No."

"Very well, you can go." Freddie left the room, a little too quickly to actually look sick but luckily Mr Howard didn't notice.

Now it was my part in the plan.

"Mr Howard, I better go see if he's okay, he looks really sick. He might have fallen down the stairs on the way to go to the bathroom and if he has, then it would be all your fault..." I said. I knew how to get around people like Mr Howard.

Mr Howard's eyes narrowed as he thought about the possibility that I was right.

"Right, go after him and I want you both straight back here afterwards. When you're back you're going to make up the time that you took wasting my time."

I nodded and got up out of my seat, deliberately tripping over by his desk. I grabbed the thing that I needed – that I didn't tell Freddie about – and walked out of the room after Mr Howard giving me a disapproving look.

I closed the door behind me and opened up my hand to reveal the keys to the classroom that I had just left. I look to my right and see Freddie pressed against a wall looking at me. As quickly as I could I put the keys into the key hole and locked the door. I turned to my right again and saw Freddie's eyes widen at what I had done and I smiled at him.

I could hear Mr Howard approach the door and I quickly moved away from the door. I grabbed Freddie's hand and pulled him a long. Eventually Freddie started to move his legs so it was easier to pull him along and run out of the building. When we got outside I let go of his hand and started to crack up laughing. Freddie stared at me as if I was crazy.

"Sam, why did you lock our teacher in a classroom?"

"So we didn't have to go back afterwards! I don't want to stay and be bored out of my mind anymore by that mess of a man," I told him, my laughter dying down.

"But you can't do that!" Freddie said.

"Urgh," I groaned, "If it makes you feel better, after ice cream we'll come and unlock him and then run away." I knew the dork would protest against my evil ways. I was surprised he had even come this far with me.

"Fine," Freddie grumbled.

"Good, now come on, the ice cream truck will be here in a minute!" I said, grabbing his hand again and pulling him to the corner that the ice cream truck always turns up at.

"I can't believe you locked him in a classroom, we'll get in so much trouble."

"Freddie, calm down, if I knew that we'd get in trouble then I wouldn't have bothered to drag you a lot too," I said trying to soothe him. It was true, as much as we were supposed to be enemies, I was also his friend – he was my best friend actually – and I wasn't going to get him in more trouble. I gave him an honest look and his hunched shoulders relaxed.

"Okay, I'm trusting you on that, Sam."

I smiled at him and he smiled back. It took me a moment to realise his hand was still in mine. I hesitantly removed it and tried to hide a blush behind my hair. I peaked at Freddie and he seemed to be looking away from me awkwardly. The weird thing about it wasn't that we had just held hands, it was the feeling that I felt as soon as I removed my hand. I shrugged off the feeling and looked down the road at where the ice cream truck should be coming from.

It was a few more moments of silence before I perked up when the ice cream truck came.

"It's here!" I said excitedly. I looked at Freddie and he looked at me smiling. "What?"

"It's only ice cream Sam, nothing special," Freddie told me.

"It is for me, I'm Sam that eats everything, remember?"

"True," Freddie said and chuckled.

The truck pulled up in front of us and we got our ice creams. I had three scoops of cookie dough ice cream and Freddie had two scoops of mint choc-chip. We walked to the park to sit and eat our ice creams.

"Maaaaaaan, I love ice cream!" I said taking my first lick of the cone.

"I can tell," Freddie said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him confused.

"It's on your nose." Freddie chuckled and wiped the ice cream that was on my nose with his finger. "There," he said.

"Thanks," I chuckled.

Sitting in the park with Freddie was nice, we finished our ice creams but we didn't go back home or anything else, instead we chatted and laughed and had the best time in each other's company. He told me stories about his mom; they were actually so hilarious because his crazy mother was even crazier than I'd ever thought. I also realised that Freddie himself was funny as he told me more stories about himself. Me being me made him laugh anyway like I always managed to do which made me feel happier. Sitting in the park with Freddie made me realise that he was a nub but he wasn't as nerdy as I thought he was before and that I had rubbed off on him quite a lot.

It started to get late so we both decided to head back to Carly's and spend the rest of the evening in her apartment. We spend a few hours in Carly's house before I felt a pair of keys in my pocket.

"Freddie, Mr Howard!"

"Oh chiz! We left him locked in the classroom!" he said, panicked.

"You what?" Carly said.

"We locked Mr Howard in the history classroom!" I looked at Freddie and seemed to have the same idea. "Bye Carls!"

Together, me and Freddie ran out of Carly's apartment and back to Ridgeway. I was more worried for how Freddie would react to a month of detentions than how Mr Howard would be once we let him out.

I wasn't going to be Freddie's favourite person in the world for a while...


OH MY GOSH GUYS, MY JENNETTE AUTOGRAPH CAME! YES, THAT'S RIGHT, I HAVE JENNETTE McCURDY'S AUTOGRAPH! It is on my wall stuck with blue tack :P AND IT'S JENNETTE'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! :D Anyways, review!