AN-So this oneshot is actually based on the Drake and Josh episode Josh is done, where Josh basically pushes Drake out of his life. Also, this oneshot focuses more on Sam and Freddie's friendship instead of their romantic relationship. Enjoy!
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"Alright, here it is!" Freddie announced proudly, holding up a small packet of papers. "My official application for the Pear Company's Young Developers and Technology Enthusiast Camp!"
"That sounds awful," Spencer said from his living room, looking into the kitchen where Freddie was sitting at the table.
"No, this camp is amazing," Freddie said. "If I get in, I can get sneak peeks at the latest Pear products, learn from some of the top software developers in the country, and even get a cool T-shirt autographed by the CEO of the Pear Company!"
"Wow, pretty impressive," Spencer said.
"Yeah, I just really hope I get picked to go," Freddie said. "I'm going to mail this application tomorrow and then I'll find out in two to four weeks."
"Isn't it kind of weird that a camp all about technology would have you send in an application the old fashioned way instead of by email?" Spencer frowned. "It's a billion times easier!"
"I guess," Freddie shrugged. "But hey, at least now I finally have an excuse to use my fancy Galaxy Wars stamps."
"Oh! Speaking of Galaxy Wars, guess who just found a Lou Groundrunner pillowcase at the Pottery Barn!" Spencer said excitedly.
"Whoa, no way, that's so cool!" Freddie said.
"It's on my pillow now," Spencer said. "Come on, I'll show you!"
"Alright!" Freddie grinned, flowing Spencer into his bedroom.
Just as Freddie and Spencer disappeared, though, the door to the apartment opened and Carly and Sam walked in.
"I can't believe you're on your third slushie," Carly said as Sam gulped her beverage happily.
"Mama loves her sugary drinks," Sam said as the two headed into the kitchen.
"You know, maybe this is why you're so hyper all the time," Carly said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Hey, do you guys still have that honey glazed ham in the fridge?" Sam asked, setting down her slushie on the table, right next to Freddie's application.
"No," Carly replied. "Spencer gave the rest of it to a cute puppy outside the building last night."
"Dang it!" Sam exclaimed, slamming her fist down on the table, accidently sending her slushie spilling.
"Nicely done," Carly said.
"It's Spencer's fault," Sam mumbled. "Who gives perfectly good ham to a dog?"
"Hey, what did you spill that on?" Carly frowned, spotting the cherry syrup soaked papers on the table.
"I dunno," Sam shrugged, picking up the packet. "Young Developers? Oh, this must be Frednub's."
"Oh no!" Carly said. "I hope it wasn't important."
"Who cares?" Sam scoffed as Spencer and Freddie came back out of the bedroom.
"Hey…what happened over there?" Freddie frowned as he rushed over to the table. "Was that-My application! What happened?"
"It got in the way of my slushie," Sam said simply. She turned to Spencer. "You gave my ham away to a dog?"
"You-You spilled cherry slushie all over my application?" Freddie cried.
"Oh calm down," Sam said. "Just redo it."
"I can't just redo it!" Freddie exclaimed. "It took me weeks to complete. It had letters of recommendation from three teachers and the owner of the Pear Store here, I can't get extra copies of those! I can't send this in at all, it's completely ruined!"
"You're overreacting," Sam said. "It was just a dumb application, it's not like it was anything important."
"It was very important!" Freddie yelled, taking everybody, even Sam, by surprise. "I wanted to go to this camp more than anything, and you can't even have the decency to apologize for destroying my application! But you know what, I shouldn't be surprised, this is so typical of you, Sam! All you do is destroy everything important to me and then act like it's no big deal. But I'm not going to put up with it anymore! I'm done!"
"What do you mean you're done?" Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"I mean from this point on, I'm not going be involved with you at all!" Freddie said. He turned to Carly. "I will continue to do iCarly, because I know it's important to you, Carly, and I don't want to let the show down. But other than that, Sam's not going to be involved in my life anymore."
"Freddie-" Carly started, but the boy had already turned and headed out of the apartment.
"Alright, well now I need to go back down to the quickie mart and buy another slushie," Sam said as the door slammed shut.
"Um…Sam? Are you okay?" Carly asked.
"Yeah, why?" Sam questioned.
"Well, um, it just seems like Freddie was really mad," Carly said. "And-And that whole cutting you out of his life thing…"
"Pfft, the nub isn't serious about that," Sam laughed. "He's just got his NugNug boxers in a knot. He'll go home, take a relaxing tick bath and forget about this whole thing by tomorrow morning."
"I dunno, he seemed pretty serious to me," Carly said. "Maybe you should go talk to him."
"No!" Sam said. "There's no way I would go crawling over to Fredwad's. Trust me, he'll be over this in no time. He needs me in his life way more than I need his nerdy butt."
…..
The next morning at the high school, Freddie happily walked over to Carly's locker.
"Morning!" he said brightly.
"Wow, someone's in a better mood than yesterday," Carly commented.
"You know, I just woke up this morning and felt like I had years of stress lifted from my shoulder," Freddie told her.
"Right…" Carly nodded. "Anyway, did you figure out what you're going to do about your application? I feel bad that it got destroyed. Maybe today after school I can help you try and fix it up or call those teachers who wrote those recommendation letters and see if they saved a copy or-"
"No need," Freddie said. "I already took care of it. Surprisingly everyone was really understanding and is willing to give me another copy of the letters. I can resend the application tonight!"
"Oh, well that's great," Carly said. "Now you can-"
Just then Sam came around the corner, a wad of papers in her hand.
"Dude!" she said to Freddie. "You never emailed me the answers to the science homework last night! All I have to turn in now is a blank diagram of how photosynthesis works!"
"Sorry, but I told you, I'm not going to be doing any of that anymore," Freddie said simply, crossing his arms. "It's not my responsibility to get your homework assignments done."
"You always email me the answers to the homework!" Sam pointed out. "Now seriously, hand over your answers before the bell rings."
"No," Freddie answered calmly. He turned to Carly. "I'll see you at lunch, Carls."
"What was that about?" Sam frowned as Freddie left.
"I told you, he seemed pretty upset about yesterday," Carly replied. "I think he meant what he said. You really need to go-"
"No," Sam said firmly. "If Fredward wants to play this little game, fine. But he better watch out, because Mama always wins."
…..
"So then, while I was at the Groovy Smoothie, T-Bo gave me two smoothies for the price of one!" Freddie said a few days later as him and Gibby stood outside Ridgeway after school.
"Wow, really?" Gibby said. "Why? T-Bo's totally stingy. The other day he charged me fifty cents for taking an extra napkin!"
"I dunno, he just said I seemed like I was in a really good mood, and it was good for his business if his customers look happy," Freddie shrugged.
"You know, you have been in a good mood lately," Gibby observed. "What's up?"
"Oh you know, I just feel like I have a lot less…tension," Freddie replied. "It's like I-"
"Yo, Fredwad," Sam said, coming over to the boys. "You ready?"
"Ready for what?" Gibby asked.
"Every Thursday we go down to the Italian restaurant, pick up a bucket of meatballs and play a few rounds of meat golf while we wait for Carly to get out of her student government meetings," Sam explained. She turned back to Freddie. "So you ready or what?"
"I made plans with Gibby today," Freddie said. "Plans where I won't have metal golf clubs swung at my head."
"What? Dude, cool it already with this 'I'm done' thing," Sam said. "It's been like, three days."
"I told you, I'm done for good," Freddie shrugged.
"Come on, you're being dramatic," Sam said. "You're so-"
"Sam!"
The teens turned around to see principal Franklin marching towards them.
"Um…Ted?" Sam said slowly.
"Do you have any idea why Ms. Briggs car has three dozen eggs thrown at it?" Principal Franklin asked, crossing his arms.
"Um, no," Sam said. "Maybe she has some rogue chicken mad at her?"
"Why would a chicken get revenge on someone by pelting its unborn babies at their car?" Gibby frowned.
"Gibby!" Sam snapped.
"Alright, Ms. Puckett, you know the drill, detention for a week starting now," Principal Franklin sighed.
"What? I didn't do it!" Sam exclaimed. "I've been out here with Gibby and Freddie for the past twenty minutes! There's no way I could've been the one to egg her car."
"Mr. Benson?" Principal Franklin said to Freddie. "Is that true?"
Freddie looked Sam right in the eye. "No, sir," he said. "She just got here a few minutes ago, and I did see three egg cartons in her locker earlier."
"Benson!" Sam yelled. "What-What-You always cover for me!"
"Used to," Freddie said. "Not anymore."
"Let's go, Sam," Principal Franklin said. "Or you'll get an extra day added."
Sam gave Freddie one last glare before following the principal back into the school.
"Fine, you know what? I don't need you either!" Sam yelled over her shoulder. "We both know that you'll come back to me way before I need you!"
"Wow," Gibby said as Sam and Principal Franklin went back inside. "You okay man?"
"Yeah," Freddie said, still starting at the spot where Sam had been. "Yeah, I'm fine."
…..
The next day Freddie stood in the iCarly studio, playing with his laptop, getting ready to start the show. Carly had to run off for a few minutes to take a phone call from her granddad, and Sam still had not arrived yet, even through the show started in three minutes.
"I'm here, I'm here," Sam said, bursting into the studio. "I almost forgot because somebody didn't send me a reminder text message like they always do!"
"That's not my job," Freddie said, not looking up from his computer.
Sam gave him an irritated face before walking over to the small table in front of the tech cart that had a bunch of bottles filled with different colored liquids sat.
"What are these for?" Sam asked.
"The show," Freddie replied bluntly.
"What bit are we doing with these?"
"We switched the toothbrush skit with Fun With Science at the rehearsal yesterday," Freddie said.
"Well I had detention then thanks to somebody not covering for me!" Sam snapped. "And you always send me what I miss when I don't show up for rehearsal. I don't know this bit!"
Freddie shrugged and didn't respond.
"Ugh! Fine, keep up this stupid game, I don't even care," Sam said. "Where's Carly?"
"Okay, okay, let's start the show!" Carly said, running back into the studio.
"Your granddad okay?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah, he just couldn't figure out how to update his Cookie Crumble app on his Pearpad," Carly sighed. She turned to Sam. "Remember, for the opening Fun With Science bit, you pour the red liquid into the green liquid to get it to make the cool looking smoke rings, got it? Don't mix the purple and orange or the blue and yellow, because we have no idea what that will do."
"Wait…what?" Sam frowned, but Freddie had already begun counting down.
"In five, four, three, two…"
"Hi I'm Carly!" Carly grinned at the camera.
"And I'm Sam!" Sam smiled. "And this is…"
"iCarly!"
"So we know we usually try to keep education out of our iCarly fun," Carly began.
"A tradition I don't understand why we're not keeping," Sam mumbled.
"But today," Carly continued. "We're going to show you the science can actually be pretty cool. So we got these chemicals from our school's science club and we're gonna show you how they can be used to make some pretty awesome smoke rings!"
"Maybe…" Sam said, slowly picking up two bottles, trying to remember which colors Carly told her to mix. She picked up a purple and blue bottle and poured them together, hoping for the best.
The second the colors combined, though, they began fizzling and spilling out onto Sam's hand, causing an odd tingling sensation.
"Whoa! Sam!" Carly cried, turning to her best friend. "What happened?"
"I don't know!" Sam exclaimed, her hand really hurting now.
Freddie set down his camera, looking genuinely concerned.
"You combined the wrong colors!" Carly told her, taking the bottles.
"Well I didn't know what I was doing!" Sam yelled. "No one told me what was going on!"
"Well then maybe someone should've shown up for rehearsal yesterday!" Freddie said.
"Fine!" Sam said, her voice shaking as she stormed towards the door of the studio, her hand still dripping with the chemicals. "Fine! I give up! You win, Freddie! Clearly I need you in my life more than you need me! I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I messed up your application and I'm sorry I always ruin everything for you and I'm sorry for-for everything okay! I'm-I'm just sorry!"
Freddie blinked, caught completely of guard.
"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled again.
"Sam-" Carly started, but Sam had already ran out of the studio. She turned to Freddie. "Um, Freddie? You-You gonna go after her?"
Freddie sighed and picked up the camera. "Let's finish the show."
….
Sam sat outside Bushwell Plaza, hanging up her Pearphone. She had tried fifteen times to call her mom to pick her up, but it seemed like the Singles Casino Night Mixer she was attending was more important to her.
She looked down at her hand. Most of the tingling had died down now and she didn't think there was going to be any serious side affects to her little accident.
She sighed. She didn't think it would be so hard not having Freddie in her life anymore…but things seemed to be going much more smoothly for him than for her.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw Freddie coming towards her carrying two golf clubs.
"Hey," he grinned.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, confused.
"You ready to putt some meat, Puckett?" Freddie asked, pulling out a bucket of meatballs.
"What are you doing?" Sam frowned.
"Well I'm about to win a game of meat golf," Freddie told her, handing her a club.
Sam stared at him and he smiled back at her.
And at that moment, Sam knew they were good again.
"I don't know what you're thinking, Benson," Sam smirked, standing up. "But there's no way you're gonna win against Mama."
"We'll see," Freddie said. He dropped one giant meatball on the ground and prepared to putt.
"Wait, Benson?" Sam said.
"Yeah?"
She took a deep breath and stepped towards him, hugging him.
"And that never happened, got it?" she said, pulling away from him after a few seconds.
"Sure," Freddie chuckled.
