AN-Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive and understanding about me ending this story; it means so much! Like I said last update, these last few chapters are ones that I've had written for a while that I've just never published. I believe there are 6 left; I'll make a note when it's the absolute last one.

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Everything

"I can't believe it," Carly said as she walked into her and Sam's shared apartment. "Do you know what I just realized as I was driving back from campus?"

"That your ears are two different sizes?" Sam asked, looking up from her laptop.

"Um, no," Carly frowned. "Wait, are they?"

"No…" Sam said lamely. "Well what's up Carls?"

"We only have five weeks left before we graduate!" Carly exclaimed. "And then that's it! Then we're out in the real world."
"About time," Sam scoffed. "I'm sick of assignments and deadlines and all that other junk."

"Yes, because you'll never have a deadline once you take a job as a professional writer," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "But come on, isn't that crazy? Four years just flew by!"

"Jeez…this is going to be senior year of high school all over again, isn't it?" Sam sighed.

"No," Carly said. "But I've already planned out a ton of fun, nostalgic activities for us to complete over our remaining five weeks here. So tomorrow we'll walk the whole campus and go into all the buildings we never got a chance to explore, then the next day we'll play Frisbee on the quad since that's like, the most college-ish thing to do now, and then we'll-"

"Oh, that's Freddie," Sam said, holding up her phone, which had just begun ringing. She pressed the device to her ear. "Hey baby, what's up?"

"Oh nothing, just talking to the hottest girl in the world," Freddie said on the other line. "What about you?"

"Talking to the nubbiest guy in the world," Sam grinned. "Oh, and listening to Carly freak out about graduation next month. Speaking of which, you're still coming for that, right?"

"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world," Freddie said.

"Good," Sam said. "Oh, and I just bought my plane ticket for June so I can come to yours."

"Awesome," Freddie said. "But hey, how would you like to maybe come to MIT before that too? See, I just found out that I got this award for four years of academic excellence from the dean."

"Whoa, that sounds like a huge deal," Sam said.

"It-It kind of is," Freddie said, trying to sound modest, but Sam knew he was excited by this news. "Anyway, only ten students in this year's graduating class got the award, so next weekend the dean is holding this huge ceremony-type thing for all the recipients. It's at his mansion, there's going to be fancy food, limos pick us up…the whole nine-yards. And everybody is allowed to bring a date if they want, so I was thinking maybe, if you're free, you could come with me."

"Seriously?" Sam said. "Dude, I'll totally come!"

"Yeah?" Freddie said. "Are you sure? It's a black-tie affair so, um, you'd have to dress up."

"Eh, I did it for prom, I can do it one more time," Sam shrugged. "Besides, dress shopping will hopefully make Carly less mopey about graduating."

"And you're sure you're not busy that weekend?" Freddie asked. "If you have finals or projects or something, I'd understand-"

"First of all, I've blown off studying for things way less important than you, Freddork," Sam said. "But don't worry. Unlike you, I took the smart route my last semester and took pretty relaxed classes. I just have a couple of papers and some reading to do, and but I'll finish all of that on the plane."

"Okay, well that's great then!" Freddie said. "I can't wait to see you!"

"I know," Sam said. "Me too."

"Anyway, I have to get to class, but we'll web chat tonight, okay?" Freddie said.

"Okay," Sam nodded. "Love you."

"Love you too," Freddie said. "Bye."

"Oh good, you're done talking," Carly said, coming back into the room. "Now you and I can look through the freshman-year photo album I put together on my computer and reminisce."

"Or…" Sam said. "We can go to the mall. I need a super fancy dress; I'm going with Freddie to this ceremony at his dean's house next weekend."

"Oh! That's even better!" Carly said. "Forget reminiscing; let's go shopping!"

"Ugh, I need Carly here!" Sam moaned the next weekend, as she stood in front of Freddie's mirror, trying to put her hair up. "The one time I need her to girl me up and she's across the country!"

"Do you need me to help with anything?" Freddie asked, straightening his tux.

"No, you're just a dumb boy," Sam sighed, deciding to just leave her hair down. "You'd mess everything up."

"Um…I don't know if I should be offended," Freddie frowned.

"Can you just help me zip up this dress?" Sam asked. "I can't reach."

"Sure," Freddie said. "Hopefully I'll be unzipping this after we get back tonight…"

"Well considering how hot you look in that tux, I'd say the odds are in your favor," Sam grinned, turning around and giving him a quick kiss. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Cool, the limo's gonna be here in about twenty minutes," Freddie said.

"I can't believe they're seriously sending a limo to pick us up," Sam said. "You must've really wowed them these past four years here."

"Well I did create a program to increase download speeds for digital editing systems that was-"

He was cut off by Sam's lips pressing against his.

"Did you do that because you were impressed or because you wanted me to shut up?" Freddie asked as they pulled apart.

"Don't worry about it," Sam smirked. "So, is everybody bringing a date tonight?"

"Yeah, I think so," Freddie nodded. "Although I think I'm the only one who's bringing someone who's not a student here."

"Really?" Sam said.

"Yeah, all the others are dating people who are in the same graduating class as us," Freddie nodded.

"So basically this thing is gonna be full of geeks," Sam grinned.

"Ha, ha," Freddie said as Sam sat down on his bed, grabbing her phone. "Anyway, we should be done around eleven. After that the limo will take us back here and then we-"

"No way!" Sam suddenly gasped, almost dropping her phone.

"What?" Freddie asked. "What's up?"

"Okay," Sam said, a small smile forming on her face. "I didn't tell you about this earlier because I didn't want to jinx anything but…a few weeks ago I applied to this really cool magazine for a writer's position. It sounded totally awesome; I'd get to cover local events, do restaurant reviews, write opinion pieces…and I just found out that…I got it!"

"Are you serious?" Freddie exclaimed. "Sam, that's fantastic!"

He pulled her up to her feet and threw his arms around her. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks," Sam beamed. "It's not exactly a huge magazine, though. They circulate throughout like, six cities in Washington. And the pay's not amazing, but hey! I have my first real job all ready once I graduate!"

"You deserve this Sam, you worked your butt off at school," Freddie said earnestly. "And now you're going to be a professional writer! That's what you've always wanted, right?"

"Yeah, since we started iCarly and I realized how much I loved it," Sam nodded. "Oh, I'll have to call Carly tomorrow and tell her!"

"Man, now I kind of want to blow off this ceremony so we can celebrate properly," Freddie sighed.

"What? No way," Sam said firmly. "I got all decked out; we're going. Besides, this is a big deal, you need to go. We can celebrate my job tomorrow; tonight's all about you, baby."

"Aw, look at us being all successful," Freddie grinned, leaning down to kiss her again. "We're like one of those power couples."

"I know," Sam chuckled.

"Hey, I just got a text, the limo's waiting for us downstairs," Freddie said.

"Sweet, I'm ready to stuff my face with fancy appetizers," Sam said, grabbing her purse. "Let's go."

….

I can't believe how fancy this place is, Sam thought to herself, looking around the large ballroom of the MIT dean's mansion. Who needs this much space? I wonder if this guy has a bowling alley or something actually cool in here….

"Have you tried these mushroom caps?" Freddie asked, coming over to Sam. "They're pretty good."

"Already had ten," Sam said proudly. "And I've got at least two dozen in my purse for later."

"Nice," Freddie laughed. "But hey, the dean wants to talk to all the award recipients in private for a few minutes. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna go try caviar," Sam said. "See what all the fuss is about…"

"Okay," Freddie said. "Well everybody else's dates are over at that table over there if you want to join them."

"You expect me to be social?" Sam said, playfully rolling her eyes. "Fine, whatever. But only because I'm in a good mood."

"Thank you, baby," Freddie said, giving her a quick kiss.

As Freddie went off, Sam refilled her plate and went over to the table Freddie had pointed out.

"Um, mind if I join you guys?" Sam asked.

"Sure," a girl with large glasses nodded, moving her purse from an empty chair to make room for Sam. "You're Freddie Benson's date, right?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Smart guy," another boy said. "I had a class with him once Freshman year. I don't think I've ever seen someone write code as quickly as him."

"Yeah, he's good at that stuff," Sam said, somewhat proudly. "So, Freddie says you guys all go to MIT too?"

"Yes," another girl nodded. "It's a shame I'm not getting an award tonight too. My GPA was just point-three points off from my boyfriend's…"

"My girlfriend's internship this past summer was what caused her to beat me out," another boy sighed. "But what about you? Which university do you attend? Yale? Harvard? Duke?"

"Oh, no, I-I go to Washington State," Sam said.

"Ah…a state school," the girl with glasses said. "How…nice."

Sam pursed her lips, but said nothing.

"Well what do you study?" another girl asked. "Particle physics? Molecular biology? Computer engineering?"

"Um…I'm an English major," Sam said slowly.

"And English major?" one of the boys repeated. "Ah. I used to enjoy English classes back in junior high. They were an amusing break from my advanced courses."

Sam said nothing as she looked back down at her plate."

"Anyway," one of the girls said, clearing her throat. "Has anybody read the latest issue of Boston's Journal of Technological Advances? There was a fascinating study published about artificial intelligence."

As the rest of the table began a heated discussion on this topic, Sam remained silent, not even touching her food.

….

"I can't believe I got a plaque from MIT with my name engraved on it!" Freddie said excitedly later that night as the couple returned back to his apartment. "I dreamed about this since I was five, but I never thought it would happen!"

"Congratulations, baby," Sam said, giving him a quick kiss as she kicked off her shoes. "You earned that."

"And tomorrow it's your turn to celebrate," Freddie said. "You're not flying back to Washington until eight, right? So that means we have the whole day to-"

"You know what, we don't have to do anything," Sam said quickly. "That job really isn't a big deal."

"Sam, what are you talking about?" Freddie frowned.

"Nothing," Sam said. "Now come on, let's get to bed."

"No, hold on," Freddie said. "We're not doing anything until you tell me what's wrong."

"What makes you say something is wrong?" Sam said.

"I know you," Freddie said simply. "Now come on, talk to me. What's going on?"

Sam sighed. "Freddie…you've spent four years at one of the top schools in the country."

"Um…yes," Freddie said, confused.

"You've obviously met a lot of smart people," Sam continued. "Smart girls…do you ever-do you ever think you-you'd be better off with one of them?"

"What? No!" Freddie said at once. "I-Sam, where's this coming from?"

"Baby, you-you're going to be so successful," Sam said softly. "You just got that fancy award, you have about twenty interviews lined up for when you graduate at big tech companies-"

"So what?" Freddie said. "What does that have to do with us?"

"Freddie…everybody else at that ceremony tonight was dating someone just as smart as they were," Sam sighed. "Except for you. You're dating a someone from some state school who's just going to work at some dinky little magazine."

Freddie stared at her, flabbergasted.

"I just…do you ever think you'd be happier with someone who's as smart as you?" Sam whispered, looking down at the floor.

"Sam, you are smart," Freddie said sincerely.

"But not MIT smart," Sam pointed out. "I'm not a super genius like those people…I just, I'm worried that I-I'm not enough for you. I mean tonight's not going to be the last time you get some big award. You're going to have ceremonies just like this all the time once you start working and moving up. I-I'm not going to be able to compare to all those people…I'll just wind up making you look bad or something. "

"You think you're not enough for me?" Freddie said, stunned. "Sam…that-that couldn't be further from the truth. You're the best thing in my life."

Sam opened her mouth to reply, but Freddie cut her off by kissing her hard. When they pulled apart, he put his hands on her shoulders, staring intently into her eyes.

"You are perfect, Sam, and you're perfect for me. That's why I love you so much. I need you in my life, baby. Not someone from MIT, not some computer whiz…you. You're the one who I can't wait to call when I get good news because I love how excited you get, and you're the one who I can't wait to call when I get bad news because no matter what it is, you can always make me feel better. You're the one who forces me to step outside my comfort zone and do things I never in a million years would've done myself. You're the one who can make anything fun, just by being with me. You're the one makes every day special…even if you're across the country."

Sam gave him a small smile, wiping a tear from her eye. "That-That's sweet, Freddie. But what about in ten years? You really think you'll still feel the same way?"

"In ten years, twenty years…fifty years…I know I'll still love you," Freddie said, pulling her into an embrace. "So I'll still think you're beautiful and funny and kind and crazy and perfect."

Sam wrapped her arms around him, not saying a word as she rested her head against his chest.

"Don't ever think you're not enough, Sam," Freddie said softly, kissing the top of her head. "You're everything."

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AN-Yeah, the end may or may not have been inspired by The Office…