A/N: [READ THIS FIRST! IMPORTANT!] Many of you told me you thought Ms. Benson's reaction was lame, and I know it was, but I did that intentionally. I have a sneaking belief that Ms. Benson won't be completely mad that Freddie's dating Sam. After iSaved Your Life, I think she'd prefer Freddie dating anyone but Carly, so if you felt it was anticlimactic, I did it because I really don't think she would mind too much. Read on for further explanation.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, but my birthday was two weeks ago, so somebody should give it to me as a belated gift.
Freddie's POV
I left Sam's house early so I could get home before Mom woke up. I hated leaving Sam, but I'd see her later.
I crept into our apartment, hoping my mom was still in her room. Tiptoeing down the hallway, I quietly opened my door and thought I was home-free, when my mom's bedroom door swung open.
"Ah, there you are, Freddie. I was wondering when you'd sneak back in," she said as she crossed her arms.
I gave a weak smile, but my mom pulled my arm and sat me down on the living room couch. "I think we need to talk about what you told me last night." She sat down next to me.
"Mom, can this wait? I was really hoping I could have some time to get mentally prepared for this..." I said, but my mom interrupted.
"No, this is important. We need to talk about it now. It'll be pain free, don't worry," she reassured. She took a deep breath and said, "I can't say I'm completely thrilled about you dating Samantha, but I've thought for awhile that you two had feelings for each other, and it appears I was right."
"Mom, I know you don't like Sam, but I really–" I started to say something, but Mom interrupted again.
"Hush! Let me finish. I know you're growing up, so I can't make you stop dating someone. But as long as she doesn't get you arrested or continue torturing you on a daily basis, I think that I could easily warm up to the idea of you dating Samantha." My mom smiled and put her hands in her lap. "Now you may speak," she added.
I cleared my throat and said, "Okay, I have a few things to say. One, you should call her Sam. You don't want to know what will happen if you don't. Two, she will probably continue torturing me, as you call it, because that's just who she is. I can handle it though. And three, you could warm up to the idea? I thought you hated Sam!"
"I didn't like her when you were younger, then when you two got older and became better friends, I started to like her a little better. And she's still a better choice than that girl who almost killed you!" Her voice got shrill at the end.
"Oh my gosh, Mom, for the last time: Carly didn't almost kill me, I only got hit by a taco truck!" This had always been a tricky subject for us.
My mom held up her hand to stop the argument. "My point is: you like Samantha—oh, I mean, you like Sam, and I want you to be happy. So if she doesn't prove to be a bad influence on you, I'm okay with it." She stood up. "Now I'm going to make us some pancakes." She patted me on the head and walked around the couch towards the kitchen. She suddenly stopped and turned back around. "Also, do not sneak out again, and do not have sex. I know you're growing up, but I won't have my Freddie-bear getting a sexually transmitted disease."
"Mom, this was so close to being a nice moment and you go ahead and ruin it with that!" I still smiled though. Mom continued towards the kitchen and I pulled my phone out of my pocket to text Sam.
"My mom's crazier than we thought. But things are actually good on this end. Luv you."
A/N: Don't be lazy. Review. It'll count as your exercise for the week. And again, sorry for the short filler chapter. I'll upload a good chapter along with it to make up for it.