iCarly - Things Can Change
Disclaimer: Oh, please.
Pairings: Sam/Freddie and Sam/Spencer fluff – non-romantic relationship
A/N: Okay, so I'll admit right now to being too old watch this show, but I cried for four days after I watched the finale. I decided the only way to quit moping was to start writing. Now, this isn't my first story, but it is the first time writing in this fandom. Let me know what you think.
Chapter 2
Freddie went to the Shay loft after school the second Monday after Carly left. He opened the door and found Spencer doing something with three huge balls of foil, wire, and some planks of wood. He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't ask.
"Hey, Freddo", Spencer greeted. "You're right on time. Carly's gonna call on twenty minutes."
"Yeah, I know. Have you seen Sam?" Freddie rolled his eyes. "She skipped school today."
"She did? I haven't heard from her all weekend."
"I texted her earlier and haven't heard back", Freddie grumbled, yanking his oversized phone from its case to call her. A few seconds later he set his phone on the coffee table. "Her phone's off."
Spencer shrugged. "I'm sure she'll be here."
It was three fifty-five when the door opened and Sam came in, carrying a suspiciously large box that she set by the door.
"Dude, Carly's supposed to call in five minutes, and you missed school", Freddie said exasperatedly. "Where have you been? I called your phone and- what the hell? Is that a ping-pong table?"
"I went to L. A. for the weekend. My battery's dead. Yes, this is a ping-pong table. Is there any ham?" she went to the fridge.
"You went to L. A.? By yourself?" Spencer asked, finally distracted from whatever he was doing with the wood and balls of foil.
"Yeah, I got back this morning and went to bed", she muttered as she sawed into the ham she pulled from the fridge. "I got five hundred bucks."
"What- Sam!" Freddie said exasperatedly.
She turned around in surprise. "What?" she asked evenly, going back to her ham. "Uncle Carmine asked me to do him a favor and he paid me."
"A favor", Freddie repeated flatly. He'd met her uncle and- yikes.
She took two more bites and put the ham back in the fridge, coming back into the living room with a soda bottle. "He's got a storage space in Los Angeles. I had to go pick up his baseball card collection. He said if I wanted anything to grab it. So- ping-pong table", she gestured to the box. "I don't even think it's been opened."
"I would have taken you", Spencer said seriously.
She shrugged. "It's okay. Arnold let me take his car."
"Sam-" A chime sounded from the computer, and Spencer dove for it. "Carly!"
Sam grinned as her best friend's face showed on the screen.
"Hey, Spencer", she laughed. "Sam, Freddie, what's up, guys?"
"Sam skipped school today so she could party in L. A. all weekend", Freddie offered in a sarcastically helpful tone.
The blonde in question delivered a hard punch to his shoulder. "I wasn't partying", she spat. "Don't be a jerk."
"You missed school?" Carly said disapprovingly. "You can't really afford to miss class, Sam."
"It's was only one day. Just chill out, alright? Forget about me. How's Italy?"
Carly sighed, but then launched into a story about the school she had just started and a few people that she'd met. They talked for almost twenty minutes before Carly had to go.
"I miss you guys", she said.
"We miss you too, kiddo", Spencer said.
"Miss you, Carls", Sam said lightly.
"Talk to you soon", Freddie waved.
"And no more missing school, ya delinquent", Carly scolds Sam seriously before she ended the video chat.
Sam went to go dig in her bag, pulling out a thin book and flopped on the couch.
"Are you reading a book?" Freddie asked incredulously. Sam groaned loudly, and held the booklet in his direction. "Hamlet?" he raised both eyebrows. "Shouldn't you have read that last year?"
"Yes", she muttered. "But I didn't, and now I have ten days to read this and I have to take a final – which I'm going to fail spectacularly because I don't understand a word of this garbage. It's not even English. This is like French."
"Sam", he laughed. "You took French."
"I didn't understand that either! I don't care if this if 'old English' or whatever. It's not American!"
Freddie grinned at her. "Want some help?" he offered finally.
"Yes."
He pushed her legs off the couch and sat down, reaching to take the book from her.
"Did you pick this one because it has the word ham in it, or did someone tell you that nearly everyone gets killed by the end of the story?" he teased, flipping to the beginning.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Neither. It was this or 'Romeo and Juliet' and the idea of reading something so stupid nearly made me vomit."
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Most of their free time over the next ten days was spent with him reading to her, Sam's feet often propped on his shoulder and head as she lounged. She interrupted nearly every five minutes to ask him what the hell was going on, but they were still making it through the play at a steady pace.
She interrupted him less as the days went on, eyes closed as she listened, and he reached over to poke her every ten minutes or so to make sure she was awake.
They were three-quarters of the way through by Thursday, and Freddie looked down at her shuffling and found her leaning against a pillow on his thigh. He raised an eyebrow down at her, but she just huffed and gestured at him to continue reading while her eyes shut again.
Okay then.
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When she took her test the following Wednesday, Mr. Daniels grudgingly gave her a 'B', and they celebrated by going to the Groovy Smoothie.
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A/N: Okay, well, I wanted to get this out tonight because I have a long day tomorrow – your reviews will keep me occupied. I have the majority of the next four chapters worked out, so, let me know what you think. Hijinks to follow in the next few chapters!