Sorry, everybody. For the first time in forever I've actually had a social life. Hope this makes up for it, a little. Thank you to my wonderful beta David, and to anyone that reviewed.

The gang had celebrated their first official week of summer before the beginning of their junior year by doing absolutely nothing. This was absolute bliss for Freddie and Carly, who applied themselves so judiciously throughout the school year that even during weekends they barely got true down time. Sam, who was used to slacking off, especially on the weekends, was used to the lackadaisical pace and quite enjoyed watching Carly and Freddie actually slack off for once.

Their days were spent lounging around Carly's apartment and their nights were spent planning that week's iCarly. Spencer joked that the comfy red couch in the Shay's living room would permanently have the imprint of the three's rear ends.

iCarly that week had been their most successful yet. Sam's ice cream prank on Lewbert had the gang rolling in laughter on the air, to the point where Freddie almost dropped his camera watching the video of Lewbert gagging on the sour cream sundae. The viewer tally on the iCarly site showed that their webcast had gotten 1.5 million viewers, more than any other episode in the show's history.

After the tenth day of doing nothing but iCarly, the group decided to get off their lazy butts and do something summery. Carly wanted to go to the beach, but the sky had chosen that day of all days to open up and do its worst to Seattle.

They all bemoaned the rain, regretting that the weather had taken a turn for the worse on the exact day that they had all wanted to actually do something.

After another two hours of watching television, Sam came up with the first great idea of the summer.

"Hey, Carls? Does Spencer still have that membership with the YMCA down the street?"

Carly stared at her, completely confused. "Yeah, he got it when he met this pretty girl named Vicky who was really into working out. Why?"

"They have an indoor pool, right?"

The other two caught on to Sam's train of thought. Within seconds, Carly and Sam were darting up to Carly's room to throw on their swimsuits while Freddie ran across the hall to get his own.

Sam (who didn't waste an hour to prepare to do something that would be ruined in 5 miuntes like Carly had the tendency to do) had her favorite red bikini on in under three minutes and ran down the flights of stairs separating her from the first floor of the apartment to ask Spencer to take them to the YMCA.

"Spence! What are your plans for today?" Sam barged into the eldest Shay's room, ignoring the fact that he was playing Gears of War and stood directly in front of the television screen.

In that moment, she was glad of two things. The first was that she had gotten over her little crush on Spencer, because while he was admittedly cute, he was also too goofy and way too old for her. The second thing Sam was grateful for was that she had wrapped herself in one of the daffodil-like bathing suit cover dress things that Carly liked so much. While she had overcome her crush on Spencer long ago, it would still no doubt be awkward if Sam came running into Spencer's room wearing nothing but her bikini. The bikini part wasn't bad; it's not like Spencer hadn't seen Sam in one. But lately, she had outgrown Carly in the chest department and while she loved her bikini, it was no longer as fully supportive as it once was.

"Nothing, just video games with the boys. Why?"

"Can you cancel that, or at least reschedule? The three of us hooligans want to go swimming, and you're the only one that can take us. Could you pretty please take us to the YMCA? Gibby and Brad are coming too, so you'll have dudes."

Spencer was quiet for a minute, letting Sam wait. He knew his answer was already yes. If he was being honest with himself, playing video games every day was getting boring. But he just liked to see the impatient blonde squirm, it was hysterical. Sam was like a little puppy whenever she got impatient, it was precious.

"Sure, kiddo. Give me five minutes to grab the essentials and we'll hit the streets."

"Thanks, adulto!" Sam bolted from the room, going to the kitchen to carbo-load. If she was going to play with her friends for who knows how long, she couldn't do that on an empty stomach.

Across the hall, Freddie was desperately trying to avoid his mother and Gunsmoke. Even though she was with Gunsmoke now and had cooled off a considerable amount on the craziness, Marissa would still freak out if she knew her precious baby boy would be swimming in the YMCA pool. Neatfreak as she was, she regarded public pools as no better than a community bath.

Freddie entered the apartment and heard the sounds of what he knew to be Marissa's favorite show, Extreme Couponing, coming from her room. From the unbroken sound of his mother's laughter as she watched the people at the cash register try to scan these massive transactions, he knew he had not been heard as he entered the apartment. Freddie crept into him room, sliding on his swim trunks and grabbing his favorite navy blue-, purple- and red-striped beach towel from the bathroom. Marissa would not be expecting him home until late that night, if at all, and she never checked on him while he was at the Shays' anymore.

He crept like a ninja out of the apartment and breathed huge sigh of relief as he crossed the threshold through Carly's doorway.

His left foot hadn't even touched the brown hardwood floor for a second when he looked up

Sam was in the kitchen, rummaging through the Shays' food.

This was nothing new, especially not for Sam.

What was new was the fact that Sam was wearing a red bikini, bent over looking for pudding cups in the bottom of the fridge.

If it had just been Sam looking for pudding cups, Freddie might have kept his composure. But being the teenage boy that he was, the sight of Sam's elevated, slightly exposed rear end did things to him that were very inconvenient at that given moment. He ran to the couch and sat in his usual spot, pulling one of the large, multicolored pillows onto his lap.

"Uh, Sam? What are you doing?" Freddie winced as his voice reached his ears, suddenly hoarse and scratchy and squeaking once like it did when his voice changed.

"Eating, Frednub. What does it look like?" The insult that spewed from Sam's mouth lacked the edge that had accompanied it before they started dating. Instead, Sam smiled warmly up at him before returning to her search for a spoon to join the tapioca pudding cup that she had located in the very back of the fridge.

"Eating. That's what it looks like." Freddie was too concerned with not having his dilemma exposed to his girlfriend to focus on the conversation itself. Absorbed in her food, Sam didn't notice Freddie slowly regain his composure and walk up the stairs to force Carly to hurry up. By the time he had dragged Carly away from her makeup mirror, Sam had devoured four pudding cups and she and Spencer were standing by the door.

"Ready to go, teensters?" Spencer said, doing his little Spencer dance.

"Ready!" The trio shouted simutaneously. They practically ran to Spencer's car, momentarily forgetting the downpour that would be awaiting them outside. Rain pelted them from all sides as soon as they were free from the safe confines of the lobby. It was turned into a game to see who could get to the car fastest while also being the dryest. Sam, ninja that she was, won.

It was always hard to best Sam in competitions that required speed.

Or strength.

Or eating.

As they had all expected, with the torrential downpour occuring outside, the YMCA was pretty much deserted save for the employees. Spencer checked them in and led the way to the large indoor pool, where they group didn't even bother to utilize the locker room, instead choosing to just drop their stuff and jump right in.

Carly and Spencer immediately challenged one another to a race, five laps around the pool. Sam and Freddie chose to take the more lethargic approach and floated on rafts along the pool's edge.

"So..." Sam started.

"So what?"

"So I saw you. You know, before we left."

Freddie gulped. Oh, yes. He was dead. "Um, I don't know what you're talking about."

Sam laughed quietly, a soft sound that for some reason reminded him of the incident that had recently occured and just then, he was glad for the cold water.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Fredward. You're a 16 year old dude, these things happen."

He wanted so desperately to deny it again, but Freddie knew Sam was smarter than that. The only way to get out of what was sure to be an extremely awkward conversation was to use Sam's greatest weakness against her, her short attention span.

When Sam took a brief second to glance over at the race between Carly and Spencer, Freddie quietly slid off of his raft and underneath the surface of the water. Like an otter, he maneuvered his way to directly below Sam's raft, and pushed with all of his might onto the area where the small of her back was.

He felt Sam fly into the air and land with an impressive splash not two feet from where he was. Before the blonde had a chance to retaliate, Freddie reached under the splash zone and grabbed Sam by her waist, lifting her above the water and tossing her for a second time.

Freddie was unsurprised when Sam let out several high peals of laughter midair. She lived for moments like this, thrills and surprises.

What surprised him was that Sam twisted in midair like a freaking gymnast and landed in a tightly curled ball right on his chest.

Freddie's breath flew out of him lungs, which was very inconvenient as he was plummeting underwater. While he struggled to reach the surface, he felt a pair of arms and legs wrap themselves around his torso. They didn't try to keep him underwater or lift him to the surface, they were just there. A comfortable weight, a weight that molded to his body perfectly.

Freddie rose to that surface and the first sight that greeted his eyes was a kaleidoscope of blue. Sam had her eyes bored into his, but they closed as she moved her head down to meet his lips. Thankful that he had successfully avoided the awkward conversation about his boy part troubles, Freddie wrapped himself up closer in Sam and kissed her back.

Sam retreated seconds after initiating the kiss, a first for them.

The look of confusion and disappointment on Freddie's face was too much for Sam, and she giggled. "Freddie, if I had the parts that you do, I'd be having a lot more trouble a lot more often than you do. So hush."

Unfortunately for the teenage boy, Sam's voice had carried across the empty pool room to where Carly and Spencer were resting, Carly having won the race. Brad and Gibby had arrived too by that point, and they heard what Sam said as well. After the initial shock of Sam's words faded, the group of six dissolved into laughter.

To hartful13: Thank you for the tip about the H/Hr fic, I will most definitely check it out :)

To Geekquality, DannySamLover20, ccQTccQT: Awwwwwwwww, thanks you guys! :)

To LyshaLuvsSeddie: I hope you know, I made the mistake of taking a drink right before I read this and your review made me LOL so hard I spit on my laptop screen! :)

To Arocksprpl2: LOL really? That cracks me up. I've actually done that before, read the same story twice without realizing it.

To SeddieSpaghetti: I actually have to thank my AP Euro/Human Behavior teacher for the idea of Sam's prank on Lewbert in the last chapter. That happened to him when he was little, except it was him making his own sundae when he was like 6 and while he was making it, he accidentally mixed up the whipped cream and the sour cream. He hasn't been able to eat anything white since. I'm not kidding, we keep trying to trip him up by making him food. If it's white, he won't eat it. Not even milk. I'm planning on reusing it on my sister next April Fool's Day if she doesn't start being nicer to me...bwahahahahah.

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Amy.