AN-So this is another Sam&Cat /iCarly crossover, but this time Sam and Cat are heading back to Seattle!
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Spaghetti
"Alright!" Sam cheered happily as she parked her motorcycle in front of Bushwell Plaza. "Here we are!"
"Finally!" Cat exclaimed, jumping off the back of the bike and taking off her helmet. "I need to pee!"
"You peed half an hour ago at that gas station," Sam pointed out.
"Well who made you the boss of my bladder?" Cat said snippily.
"I don't think that's a real job," Sam said.
"Well I'm sorry! I get sassy when I need to pee!" Cat said, starting to bounce up and down.
"Alright, alright, you can use Spencer's bathroom," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Come on, let's go before you explode."
"I don't want to explode!" Cat gasped.
The two girls hurried into the lobby.
"Hey! Why are you running in my lobby?" Lewbert screamed. Cat, not used to the doorman's behavior, shrieked and jumped behind Sam.
"And why are you back?" Lewbert yelled, realizing that the blonde in his lobby was none other than Sam. "I thought I finally got rid of you!"
"Can it, warty," Sam snapped.
"Why's his wart so big?" Cat whispered as they headed towards the stairs, ignoring Lewbert's shouts.
"I dunno, stress I think," Sam shrugged.
"It sort of looks like a surveillance camera," Cat mumbled. "Maybe he's a spy."
"Thank you!" Sam exclaimed.
When the girls reached apartment 8C, Sam didn't even bother to knock before barging in.
"Mama's back!" Sam announced.
"Hey, Sam!" Spencer grinned, hugging his little sister's best friend. "Good to see you again. Glad you decided to rough it up back here in old Seattle for Christmas."
"Eh, I couldn't stay away that long," Sam chuckled. "Oh, and this is Cat, my roommate from L.A. I told you about. Cat, this is Carly's older brother, Spencer."
"Hi," Spencer said, holding is hand out to the redhead.
"I gotta pee!" Cat said urgently, shaking his hand.
"Oh," Spencer said, quickly jerking his hand away. "Um, bathroom's right around that corner over there."
"Yay, thank you!" Cat cried, running back to where he indicated.
"Well, she seems…normal," Spencer commented.
"Says the man with the face on his stomach," Sam said knowingly, yanking up Spencer's t-shirt to reveal what looked like a very well drawn face.
"Uncle Belly Button's perfectly normal!" Spencer defended. "Oh! Remind me later to show you this new trick he does with a marshmallow and bubble gum!"
"Um, there's no way I'm missing that," Sam smirked.
"So how's L.A?" Spencer asked.
"Fun," Sam replied. "Babysitting is a lot of work and all, but it's not too bad."
"And how's the Sterling holding up?"
"Made it all the way down here with no problems," Sam said, high-fiving him.
"Sweet!" Spencer said.
"Hey, where's everyone else?" Sam asked. "I thought Carly would at least be here by now."
"She is," Spencer told her. "But her plane got in really late last night, so she's upstairs in her room sleeping. Gibby's on his way over, he just had to drop his cat off at opera lessons or something, and Freddie's across the hall with his mom, but he should actually be over here in a few-"
Right on cue, the apartment door opened again and Freddie came in.
"Sam!" he cried, spotting his girlfriend across the room and running over to her, pulling her into a deep kiss.
"Okay, that I did not miss," Spencer cringed. "Hey! People with eyes in the room here!"
"Oh come on, I haven't seen her in almost three months," Freddie said, not taking his eyes off of Sam.
"Yeah, we've got a lot of time to make up for," Sam said, lacing her arms around his neck.
"How was your ride down here?" Freddie asked her. "Did everything go good?"
"Yeah, besides making a million bathroom stops for Cat," Sam shrugged.
"Hey! Hey!" Cat yelled, running out of the bathroom. "You have purple toilet water in there!"
"Yeah, isn't it great?" Spencer nodded, pleased to see someone finally appreciate his colorful toilet water.
"Why don't we have purple toilet water?" Cat asked Sam sadly.
"Because who knows what you would do with that," Sam said, shuddering.
"Hey, Cat," Freddie smiled.
"Hi, Freddie," Cat replied.
"See, I told Carly purple toilet water was a necessity," Spencer said, still beaming. "Now our guests are entertained while they-"
"Gibby!" Gibby said loudly, entering the apartment.
"Where?" Cat asked, looking around.
"W-What?" Gibby frowned, staring at Cat.
"Ignore her, Gib, she's loopy off of toilet water," Sam said, giving Gibby a quick hug.
"But she ruined my entrance," Gibby mumbled. "Whoever she is."
"Gib, this is Sam's roommate from L.A. that's staying in Seattle for a few days with her," Freddie explained.
"Yeah, Cat," Sam nodded. "Remember? I told you about how her and I started a babysitting service?"
"Babysitting service?" Gibby repeated. "Oh, I thought you said Bambie sitting. You know, like with Bambie dolls. I even brought you my Malibu Mindy doll to take care of." He pulled a doll out of the bag he was carrying and handed it to Sam. "Now, on Monday's you need to make sure she sits out in the sun for at least three hours because there's this pageant coming up, and-"
"Yeah, not happening," Sam said, getting ready to throw the doll in the nearby trashcan, but Cat quickly grabbed it from Sam's hands.
"No!" she exclaimed. "I'm not going to let you hurt another doll! Northridge Nancy is still having plastic surgery done."
"You have a Northridge Nancy?" Gibby gasped. "Shut up! Does she have the new accessories they've been advertising?"
Cat stared at him.
"Um…do you speak English?" Gibby asked slowly.
"Cat?" Sam said, shaking her shoulder. "Um, he's sort of talking to you."
"Well how can I answer him if he told me to shut up?" Cat whispered.
"Okay, that's it, I'm steaming some zucchinis," Gibby said, stepping into the kitchen.
"He seems stupid," Cat giggled.
"I'm not going to comment on that," Sam said, leaning up to give Freddie another kiss. "I missed you, baby."
"I've missed you too," Freddie said, hugging her tightly.
"Yeah, I'll say," Spencer scoffed. "Every stinking day after he gets home from school, I have to listen to five straight hours of 'I wonder what Sam's doing right now'. 'I wonder if I should call her again'. 'Do you think she's thinking of me right now?' It's like a teen soap opera in here!"
"Hey, I listen to your problems with that mail lady," Freddie pointed out. "Who, by the way, is in the process of filling out a restraining order against you, so if I were you, I'd-"
"What's going on here?" Carly demanded, coming downstairs, rushing over to Sam. "My best friend is just chilling down here and no one has the decency to tell me?"
"Well Spencer said you were asleep after your flight!" Sam grinned as the two threw their arms around each other. "We didn't want to wake you, kid!"
"Please, you know I wouldn't have cared," Carly chuckled. "But oh my God! You're here! You're really here in Seattle again, and I'm here, and Freddie and Gibby are here and it's just like old times!"
"Hey!" Gibby said indignantly from the kitchen. "I happened to have gotten a new haircut!"
"Okay…" Carly said, giving him a strange look. "So it's like old times except for Gibby's new hair."
"Thank you," Gibby said, satisfied, as he turned back to his zucchinis.
Carly turned to Cat. "Hey, Cat! How are you?"
"I'm good," Cat said. "Do you know your bathroom has purple toilet water?"
"Ugh, you bought more of that dye?" Carly moaned, looking at her older brother.
"Um, do you not see the joy in this young girls face?" Spencer asked, putting his hands on Cat's shoulders. "If my purple toilet water can do this to even just one slightly peculiar teenage girl, then I feel my job is done."
"Isn't Purple Toilet Water a band?" Freddie asked.
"If it isn't, it should be," Sam nodded. She put her hands on her stomach. "Okay people, I've been all happy and huggy for a solid ten minutes. Now where's Mama's food?"
"Oh, right," Spencer said, running over to the fridge. "I made a whole batch of spaghetti tacos last night."
"Whoo!" Sam cheered.
"They're made with some special spaghetti I brought back from Italy and gave him," Carly grinned.
"Wow," Freddie commented, looking at the tray Spencer sat down on the table. "Those look amazing, Spence."
"Anyone want some zucchini on theirs?" Gibby asked.
"No one wants your zucchini," Sam said, grabbing a spaghetti taco and biting into it. "Oh man, my taste buds are on fire! This so beats the gas station food I've been living off of for the past twelve hours!"
"Wait," Cat said, clutching her head, confused. "What's going on? Why is there spaghetti in the taco shells? You can't put Italian pasta in a Mexican corn shell! What is this madness-"
"Shut up and eat," Sam said simply, shoving a spaghetti taco in Cat's mouth.
"Mmm!" Cat said, chewing. "Yay for wacky, creative food!"
"That's chick's not right in the head," Gibby mumbled to Sam and Freddie, sprinkling chocolate chips on his zucchini.
After everyone had helped themselves to plenty of spaghetti tacos, Sam was helping Carly make some lemonade.
"So the babysitting service still good?" Carly asked.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "We have a lot more kids now, though, so it's crazier, but also more money for my fried chicken."
"You and your chicken," Carly chuckled.
"Is Italy still amazing?" Sam asked.
"Oh yeah," Carly said happily. "And I think I'm real close to having this cute guy in my history class ask me out!"
"Alright, Carls," Sam laughed. "But, um, how much longer do you think you're going to stay there?"
"Probably through graduation," Carly sighed. "I've already sent in a few applications for colleges back here. Washington state, NYU, a few private colleges all around…"
"Well at least I'll have my best friend back in the same continent," Sam said.
"Well we need to take advantage of being back in Seattle together while we can," Carly said, placing the pitcher of lemonade in the fridge.
"Definitely," Sam agreed. "But we are having one of our famous sleepovers tonight…"
"I've got the cookie dough and cheesy movies all ready to go," Carly grinned.
"Thanks again for letting me and Cat stay tonight," Sam said. "Once my mom gets back from her tattoo guy in Olympia, we'll stay at my place."
"Come on, you know I don't mind," Carly said. "I wish you guys would be staying here longer. But I guess you should spend some time with your mom too."
"Eh, it's my mom," Sam said. "We'll spend one day together and we'll be good. You know even if I'm staying there I'll be practically living here anyway."
"True," Carly laughed. She looked at her Pearphone. "Oh, it's officially sleepover time! Time to jammie it up!"
"Sweet!" Sam grinned. She turned to Cat, who was playing Chutes and Spiders, a board game Spencer had invented, in the living room with the guys. "Cat! You ready to see one of our sleepovers?"
"Ooh, yeah!" Cat nodded, getting to her feet.
"Lucky," Gibby mumbled. "You know how hard it is to get an invite to those?"
"We are pretty exclusive," Carly smirked as the three girls ran up to Carly's room.
"Hey, I need to use your hairbrush really quick," Sam said as Carly opened the door to her room. "I think I still have helmet hair and-"
"Oh my God!" Cat squealed, making Carly and Sam jump as the redhead ran around Carly's very girly room. "This is the coolest room ever! It's so pink and pretty and pink!"
"Aw, thanks," Carly said. "Spencer's actually the one who-"
"Look at the little boat on the coffee table!" Cat yelled, ignoring Carly's comment. "I love boats! And look at the funny pillows on the bed! And look at-whoa! An ice cream chair! Look! I'm sitting on ice cream!"
"Just like that time at the sushi place," Sam chuckled.
"That made my butt cold," Cat said softly.
"This is going to be so much fun," Carly said, grabbing a pair of pajamas from her drawer. "I can't wait!"
"Me neither, kid," Sam said. "But, um, hey, I think I'm gonna run downstairs to just say goodnight to Freddie really quick before he goes back home."
"Okay," Carly nodded.
"Holy gumdrops, candy heart seats!" Cat exclaimed as Sam left the room.
Sam headed downstairs and laced her arms around Freddie's neck from behind the couch.
"Hey," Freddie smiled, kissing her. "I was getting worried. I thought you were ditching me without even giving me a goodnight kiss."
"Never," Sam chuckled.
"Ugh!" Gibby and Spencer moaned.
"Let's go out in the hall," Sam said, thumping Gibby and Spencer's head as she passed them, hand in hand with her boyfriend.
Once in the hall, Sam wasted no time pressing her lips to Freddie's, who readily reciprocated. After a few moments, though, when they were forced to pull away in order to replenish their lungs.
"I'm sorry we didn't really get to spend that much time together today," Sam whispered as Freddie wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Baby, it's fine," Freddie assured her. "We have the rest of the week together. You and Carly need this sleepover."
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I just wish I could stay here a little longer."
"I know," Freddie mumbled, hugging her tightly. "I-I really wish you could too."
"You alright?" Sam asked, looking up at him.
"Y-Yeah," Freddie sighed. "It's just…now that I think about it…a week isn't that long, is it?"
"No," Sam agreed, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's not."
"I mean, don't-don't get me wrong," Freddie said quickly. "I'm happy that you've got this great business and life down in L.A. now. But sometimes…sometimes it's hard Sam. It's hard having you so far away all the time. It's like Seattle's empty without you."
"You still have Gib and Spencer," Sam reminded him.
"It's still not the same," Freddie said, playing with the ends of her hair.
"Well, in a few months, you'll be leaving Seattle too," Sam pointed out. "For college, once you figure out where you're going."
"That still doesn't help the fact that you won't be there with me," Freddie said softly.
Sam stood on her toes and gently kissed him. "Hey, wanna hear some big news?"
"Big news?"
"A couple of weeks ago," Sam said. "Cat and I were talking, we were thinking that next year…next year we open up an official daycare center. You know, like in a building and not out of our living room."
"Really?" Freddie grinned. "Sam, baby, that-that's fantastic! I'm so proud of you, I really am."
"Thanks," Sam said. "It's sort of exciting…this is going to be like our actual careers now, not just some afterschool gig."
"You guys are going to do great," Freddie said firmly. "And-And even if that means it's going to be a little harder for us, I promise that we'll make it work, because Sam, I love you so much. Being away from you like this has really made me realize just how important you are to me."
"I love you too," Sam said, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, and there's more."
"What?"
"Well, it was Cat's idea, really," Sam told him. "She's the one who pointed it out to me…"
"What is it?" Freddie asked.
"Okay," Sam said. "When Cat and I were talking about getting an official place, we were looking at what we had saved, and it is a lot. We put that twelve-year old, Dice, in charge of our savings, and that kid is good with money. We can literally afford to go anywhere we want in the country next year."
"That's so impressive," Freddie said. "It really is. It's-"
"Baby, I don't think you're following," Sam said. "We can go anywhere."
"Yeah?"
"Ugh, come on! Use your head!" Sam said playfully, swatting his shoulder.
"Sam, I'm really not getting where you're going with this," Freddie said.
"Well, since we don't have to stay in L.A.," Sam said slowly. "Cat suggested that we wait to buy a place until after you figure out where you're going to college. That way we can get a place there, and you and I wouldn't be apart all the time."
"Wait," Freddie said, his eyes widening. "You're saying you'd come with me to wherever I go to college?"
"Uh-huh," Sam said, beaming. "I mean, everywhere has kids, that's all we need!"
"I-I-That's-That'd be perfect, Sam," Freddie said. "I'd love that. Being about to see you in person and not over a webcam…but-but is that what you want?"
Sam nodded. "Freddie, I hate being away from you too. A lot. There are some days in L.A. where I almost want to get on my motorcycle and just drive up to see you for one night. That's why Cat suggested this. She said she knows how much I miss you."
Freddie smiled. "She's a real good friend then."
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "She is. Although she's probably trying to stuff all of Carly's room in her bag to take back to L.A. with us right now…"
"You should get back to them," Freddie told her. "I need to get back home too in a few minutes. It's almost my curfew."
"Wow," Sam said, checking the time on her phone. "You get to stay out until ten now?"
"I wore my mom down," Freddie chuckled, giving Sam one last long kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby. I have the perfect date night all planned for us."
"Can't wait," Sam said, blushing as she turned to go back into the apartment.
