AN = Hey! I'm back with another oneshot. Again, this was supposed to be a future fanfiction about Sam and Freddie and their kids, but I thought it would be a good idea to get side-tracked with a new story I'm working on. Then I got interrupted by one of my favourite tv shows which has a new series that I didn't know about...so I've spent the last few days watching that. And finally, here I am. Anyway, this story is actually based off an episode of Shake It Up, another show I'm a big fan of, called Lock It Up. You don't need to know anything about that show, though, don't worry. There are a few lines in this story that are from that episode. So, please enjoy! (Once again, I was probably listening to Taylor Swift songs while writing this. I wrote this a while ago and can't actually remember.) x

Disclaimer: I DON'T own iCarly, or Shake It Up, or the Taylor Swift songs I may or may not have been listening to. x

Locker

"Hey, baby," Sam smiled as she approached her boyfriend at his locker. She gave him a quick kiss. "It feels like I haven't seen you in forever."

Freddie chuckled. "We saw each other yesterday; I even walked you home from Carly's."

"Oh, yeah," Sam laughed. "Anyway, I'm wondering if I can ask you a favour."

"Sure," Freddie nodded. "What's up, Lil Samantha?"

"Could I leave my box of fat cakes in your locker?" Sam asked, reaching into her bag and pulling out her fat cakes. "They keep cluttering up my locker and my bag is full of waffles."

"Of course, yeah," Freddie said, opening his locker for her.

She put the fat cakes in then gave Freddie another quick kiss. "Thanks, baby. And hey, do you wanna meet at the Groovy Smoothie after school? T-Bo has a few new flavours he wants us to try out."

"Uh huh. See you then," Freddie smiled.

Sam headed back to her locker to see Carly just as Gibby walked over to Freddie.

"What was that about?" Gibby asked Freddie.

"Oh, Sam just wanted to know whether she could put something in my locker," Freddie told him, grabbing his bag. "No big deal."

"No big-Dude!" Gibby sighed, hitting Freddie on the shoulder.

"Ow!" Freddie winced, rubbing where Gibby had hit. "Why'd you do that?"

"Everyone knows never to let their girlfriend keep stuff in their locker," Gibby stated, shaking his head.

"It's only a box of fat cakes," Freddie rolled his eyes and waved it off.

"Soon, your locker will practically be hers!"

Sam walked back over to him. "Hey, baby? Is it okay if I put my lunch and my jacket in here, too?"

"Uh, sure..." Freddie said, annoyed that Sam had just proved Gibby's point. The blonde smiled, placing her stuff into his locker and pulling him into a kiss.

"I have to get to class," she said, heading down the hall. "See you later."

"She never wants to go to class," Freddie frowned, watching as Sam walked down the hall and into a crowd of students. He turned to Gibby. "I've made a big mistake, haven't I?"

"Yep," Gibby chuckled.

...

"So Mrs Briggs gave you a detention for dropping your pencil?" Freddie asked as him, Sam and Carly were walking down the hallway a few days later. "Man, she really is out to get you."

"Definitely," Sam agreed. "And hey, Fredlips, could I put my bag in your locker? I need to run to make sure there are still tater tots left in the cafeteria."

Freddie sighed as Sam passed him her bag. "Okay."

"'Kay, thanks," Sam smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll get it after lunch. See you later, Carls."

Carly turned to Freddie when the blonde was out of sight. "Dude! You have to stick up to her!"

"I don't have a death wish, thank you very much, Carly," Freddie said, placing his and Sam's bags into his locker. "And she's not that bad."

"Not that bad?" Carly asked, exasperated. She reached into the locker and pulled out Sam's makeup bag. "Sam's makeup bag. Sam's jacket. Sam's fat cakes. Sam's laptop. Sam's-"

"Okay, I get the idea," Freddie interrupted, closing his locker. "Look, I'm just being a nice boyfriend and letting Sam use my locker, that's all."

Carly scoffed. "Sam has enough room in her locker now because all her stuff is in yours. Yes, you can let her keep maybe her jacket or her lunch in there but not everything! Everyone knows not to let-"

"-their girlfriend use their locker," Freddie finished. "Gibby used that line on me the other day."

"Seriously, though, you have to tell her," Carly said firmly, beginning to walk away. "And I suggest you to do it soon."

...

"There you are!" Sam sighed, relieved, as Freddie approached her the next day. "I've been looking for you all lunch. You're the one complaining how I'm always late for class and here you are turning up late to give me my calculus book."

"Sorry, baby," Freddie said, quickly opening his locker and getting her book for her. "The AV club have been raising money for a field trip and that means I'm gonna be arriving late after lunch-"

"Is that the best excuse you've got?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Dude, just tell me if you're not okay with me keeping my stuff in your locker."

"No. It's fine, I don't mind," Freddie defended, closing his locker. "I don't mind at all."

Sam rolled her eyes. "You nub. Anyways, if you're that concerned about me getting to class late, give me your locker combination."

"W-What?" Freddie stuttered.

"Give me your locker combination," Sam repeated nonchalantly, blowing a bubble with her, previously unknown to Freddie, bubblegum.

"Maybe that's not the best-"

"Give it," Sam said firmly, blowing another bubble.

"One, seven, zero, four," Freddie squeaked.

"Wait," Sam's expression softened. "Your locker combination is my birthday?"

"Yeah," Freddie nodded, shrugging. "I always remember it so I thought I'd never forget the combination if it was the date of your birthday."

"That's actually quite sweet," Sam smiled.

Freddie's frown turned into a smile. "Really?"

"Uh huh," Sam said, pinning her boyfriend up against the lockers so she could kiss him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to class."

She headed off just as Carly approached Freddie, her arms crossed over her chest.

"So," Carly sighed. "I take it you didn't tell her?"

"No," Freddie said sheepishly.

"Dude, you have to man up," Carly face palmed. "Look, I get why you wouldn't want to say, but come on. Did you at least stick to the plan?"

"Yes-"

"-but then you ended up giving her your locker combination, didn't you?" Carly asked knowingly, raising an eyebrow."

"Yes."

...

"Hey, I got your text," Sam smiled, jumping to stand beside her boyfriend. "What's the big surprise?"

"Well," Freddie said excitedly, putting an arm around Sam. "I took out the wall between the locker next to mine then took out the support beam and now we have one big locker!" He opened the locker to show Sam.

Sam gasped. "Whoa, okay, hold on, Benson! This is all a little much... So just because I asked if I could keep a few things in your locker, you think I'll be okay to move out of my locker next to Carly's just so I can move in with you? Man, you're seriously messed up." She grabbed her bag, rushed down the hallway and out of the school doors.

"I did not expect that," Freddie sighed, shaking his head as he got his own bag out of the locker. "And now it seems so empty without her. Seriously, I'm never listening to Carly and Gibby ever again..."

AN = Was it good? Was it bad? Was it Seddie? Please review and tell me what you think! Hopefully, I'll have a future story for next time I update. I've rewritten the same story literally ten times now; I'm trying my best to explain who all the characters are and what they're like, but it's very hard. Anyway, I really hope you liked it! Reviews to me are like Sam and her ham. And I like ham, too. See you soon! x