AN: A Seddie story involving cannabis use. This is just a one-shot for right now but might turn into a multi-chapter. It's fairly OOC and fluffy. Disclaimer: I obviously don't own iCarly otherwise the Seddie arc would have played out completely differently and it would have been endgame.

Chapter 1: Bowls on the Fire Escape

Freddie awoke to a knock at his window, he looked over, and knew exactly who it was. A certain blonde-headed girl. She was the only one to ever sneak into his room late at night like this. He rose out of bed, opened his window, and led her into his room. She sat down on his office chair and simply stared at him while he looked back concerned.

"Sam, are you alright? What brings you here at 3 in the morning?" he asked.

Sam looked up at him and smirked. It took her awhile to process her thoughts. Her thoughts were running at least 10 seconds ahead of her ability to vocalize them. Finally, she spoke, "I need some company dweeb. I need you to… join me in this experience."

"Uh, what kind of experience? I'm not going to get hurt am I", he asked hesitantly. Sam wanting him to "join her in an experience" generally did not pan out well for him if their past ventures were anything to go by.

Sam shook her head and smiled, "Oh… oh no Freddork, you're going to love this. You'll have a great time! C'mon let's go to the fire escape and you'll find out what I have in store for you."

Freddie raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. Sam laughed at this gesture and poked him in the chest saying "Not like that you perv. Now c'mon let's get going."

Sam grabbed Freddie's hand and forced him out of the window and onto the fire escape. The fire escape was their place; it was here that they shared moments that had helped build their "frenemy-ship" into a close, real friendship. Freddie sat down on his usual chair and noticed that Sam was digging through her backpack. From her backpack she pulled out three things: a blueish-green pipe, a dimebag of pot, and a small black lighter. She sat the pipe down on the ground, unzipped the bag, picked out the largest size green nugget of the bunch, and began picking it apart to pack into the bowl of the pipe.

"Sam, my mom will skin me alive if she finds out I've smoked pot. I can't do thi-."

He was cut off by Sam who pressed her hand up to his chest as she finished packing the bowl and spoke firmly, "Listen nub, I want you to loosen up a bit and have some fun with Mama. Carly would never do this with me. And frankly, I'd rather share my weed with you than her so I'm going to get you high and you're going to enjoy it."

Freddie simply shook his head and said nothing. He knew Sam had been into drinking and smoking for a bit (thanks to her unrulier friends), but he had always thought she'd have kept him away from it unless he'd explicitly shown interest. He was wrong in this instance. However, the less rational part of him: the part that held long-hidden feelings for Sam Puckett that went beyond the realm of friendship, decided to go along with it. If only, so that he could be closer

with her. He finally spoke up, "Ok, Sam I'll smoke with you. Just please don't let me do anything stupid."

Sam simply smiled at him, pushed her hand even harder into his chest, and said "Don't worry dork, you'll always be safe in Mama's hands."

With that, Sam handed Freddie the pipe and lighter. Freddie looked down at the two objects in his hand in confusion. He'd never smoked before and didn't want to mess this up in front of Sam. Sam noticed his confusion though and stepped up to help him out.

"Here dork, let me show you how it's done." Sam guided Freddie's hand, so he was holding the bottom of the pipe with one of his fingers placed on hole that was on the left side of the pipe's bowl piece. Sam took the lighter from Freddie's other hand and spoke to him, "Now, I'm going to light this first hit for you, you just have to suck on the mouthpiece as I light the bowl with your finger on the carb (she gestured to the hole that she'd put Freddie's finger on earlier), you'll take your hit, release your finger off the carb, and exhale when I say so."

Freddie nodded 'yes' as Sam lit the bowl. Freddie kept his hand on the carb, inhaling slowly as heard the crackle of the weed being ignited by the lighter, he kept his mouth on the piece for a few seconds, and then released it when Sam gestured for him to let go. He took his hand off the carb, reared his head back, and exhaled. A small, puffy, gray cloud of smoke curled through the air and Freddie watched as it dissipated above him. Sam grabbed the pipe from him and took a hit of her own. Freddie simply stared at her as more smoke lingered through the air and appeared to mesh with her long, blonde, curly hair. Hair, that Freddie had quite a bit of fondness for, although he would never admit this to Sam. He leaned back into his chair as felt the cannabis hit his system and overtake him. His head suddenly felt heavier, his mind started to slow down, and taking in his surroundings became a much more arduous task. He stared out into space and let his mind drift. His mind suddenly filled itself with thoughts of Sam. He moved his head to look in her direction and stared at her with a dumb grin on his face.

"Are you feeling alright nub?" Sam asked, noticing his expression.

"I'm doing great Sam. Fantastic. I've never been better!" he replied.

Sam smiled and took another hit off the pipe before passing it back to him, "Alright, next hit you're taking on your own." ,

Freddie nodded and lit the pipe as he'd been shown earlier taking in a larger hit than his initial one. He exhaled and passed it back to Sam.

Sam took a couple more hits and then gestured for Freddie to take the pipe again, "One more hit and its ash. Finish it off for me Freddork."

Freddie did as he was told and finished off the final hit of the pipe exhaling a large cloud of smoke. It lingered in the air, and he again noticed how it meshed with the curls of Sam's hair and smiled. He could really feel the weed hitting him now. His body felt light, and everything seemed to have a bit more of a glow to it. Especially Sam. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her and she'd taken notice of this, but hadn't commented on it, much to Freddie's relief. He was acutely aware of the fact that the cannabis wasn't helping his ability to suppress his feelings for her. If anything, being high was only making it worse. He couldn't help but worry that he might slip up and tell her that he liked her. In his head, he figured this would be a horrible idea, and that it would only strain if not outright destroy their friendship. She hadn't (to Freddie's knowledge at least) shown any real signs of being interested in him.

"Should I pack another bowl?" Sam asked, finally breaking the silence between them.

Freddie paused at this question, on the one hand he was already plenty high enough, but on the other hand he wanted to keep smoking with Sam. The latter part of him won out.

"Yea, definitely pack another one." he smiled.

Sam returned the smile as she grabbed more out of the dimebag and packed it into the pipe. After she finished packing, she handed the pipe and lighter to Freddie.

"Do the honors of breaking this one in nub." she said.

Freddie nodded, grinning, and took a large hit from the freshly prepared bowl. He exhaled and passed it over to Sam. She took a similar sized hit and passed it back to him. The pattern repeated until the bowl was extinguished. At this point, all the night's smoking had caught up to Freddie and he was uncomfortably high. He simply sat back in his chair struggling to get a grip on his state of mind. He was silent for a while and couldn't think of anything to say let alone vocalize what was even going through his head. Sam caught notice of his silence and sat herself right in front of him. Freddie looked up at her and stared at her, focusing on her hair.

"Are you ok, nub?" Sam asked.

Freddie sat silently not knowing what to say. He simply kept staring at Sam. Eventually, he slowly reached out with a hand and ran it through her hair. Sam raised an eyebrow at this and moved his hand away from her hair.

"Ok, instead of trying to play with my hair, why don't you answer me? Are you ok?"

"I'm ok. I'm just too high. And your hair is nice. Really nice." Freddie answered. The pot had removed any inhibitions that normally would have stopped him from trying to flirt with Sam.

"I see. I smoke you out and you try to hit on me huh? Nub." Sam rolled her eyes.

Freddie could feel the embarrassment creeping throughout his body and into his face. He really hadn't wanted Sam to figure out that he liked her, but it appeared that he already botched that. Sam was already catching onto it. Now he just felt stupid and exposed. He certainly hadn't planned on smoking weed with her and he certainly hadn't planned on getting so stoned his crush on her slipped through. He had to wonder if he'd made a huge mistake. He'd actually been enjoying himself and wanted to ensure that this became a much more regular thing. He liked getting high, but he'd made the mistake of going overboard. He didn't want to give Sam the impression he couldn't handle himself and that getting high together would just turn into an awkward mess.

"You know Freddie, it's pretty obvious you like me. I've figured it out for a while now. I just have to ask, when did it start? For the longest time, you were all goo-goo eyed for Carly and now it seems you've moved on.", Sam spoke, staring right at him.

"I just realized it would never work out. After that taco truck incident and us dating it just became obvious my thing with Carly was over. It finally died.", he answered.

"So, you decide to get the hots for her best friend?", she asked in an accusatory tone. As if Freddie were trying to use her as some sort of cheap consolation prize. As intoxicated as he was, Freddie picked up on this.

"I'm not trying to use you Sam. I really like you. You're one of my best friends and I've become much closer to you than I ever have Carly recently. I didn't want you to know though. Didn't want to strain our friendship.", he answered, trying to reassure her.

Sam moved in even closer to Freddie. She was practically on top of him now. She lowered one of her hands and ran it down his cheek. Freddie could feel her nails cutting into his skin. This was by far the most intimate the two had ever been and he remained silent fearing that one false word or wrong move would shatter this moment. Sam's hand retreated from his cheek, she lowered her lips, and kissed him in the same spot she'd dug her nails into. Freddie could feel a slight blush forming on his face. There was no use trying to hide it.

"Are you trying to toy with me Sam?" he asked.

Sam let out a small chuckle and thumped him on the forehead. "No dork, I'm letting you know that I like you too. Now c'mon, it's late enough and you better get back to bed. Text me in the morning when you're up. I was thinking we could meet up for a bite to eat before iCarly rehearsal."

"I'd like that Sam."

"Good, now get going and make sure you clean up well tomorrow. Don't need your crazy mom finding out that I'm getting you into weed. She already thinks I'm a delinquent and there's no reason for her to find out I'm corrupting her poor, poor, innocent dork of a son."

"Right. Well, good night, Sam.", he stood up and began to walk back over to his window when Sam grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her.

"Don't you want to say good night properly Frednub?", she smirked and leaned in to kiss him. He returned it. Fireworks erupted in his head, and he instantly thought back to the last time they'd kiss on this fire escape. Years ago, when they decided they just wanted to share a first kiss to "get it over with". He knew this time the feelings went beyond a matter of convenience. They separated after a good while. Freddie hadn't been keeping count of the seconds. He'd been too absorbed into the moment. Sam hugged him goodbye and then made her way down the fire escape.

Freddie retreated back into his room and fell asleep. His head filled with thoughts of his night with Sam and feeling relief knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.