A/N: Thanks everyone who reviewed! There will be a bit of OCxOC in this story too, kay? Glad you like the story so far!
"So, do you think we'll get done with shooting before September?" asked Marcus Reynolds, Freddie Benson's best friend. He had short, spiky blonde hair and green eyes. They sat in Zeno's(it's not a restaurant from the show, I just made it up)discussing the schedule of the movie they were recently filming in Seattle.
"We should, if we don't we'll have to postpone the premiere till January." Freddie replied.
"Right, right." his friend murmured before taking a bite of his chicken.
The two sat in silence as they thought about the filming. They sat in the middle of the restaurant, where they could see everyone and everything. Suddenly there was a childish 'Yum' from the right of the room. Marcus looked see a six year old boy laughing with a blonde girl of about twenty eight.
"Hey, check her out." he told his friend and nodded towards the girl.
Freddie rolled his eyes and looked over at the table. His eyes grew wide when he saw her. It can't be. He thought.
"I know right." Marcus chuckled. But, Freddie didn't hear him. He was too busy thinking that he had just found the girl he's been thinking about for the last ten years.
Sam Puckett sat at a table in Zeno's, she was a restaurant critic. She didn't really need to eat at the food here to know it's good, a very good friend of hers owns it. The food is always good. In front of her was her favorite guy, Dylan. Her son. He had brown spiky hair and light blue eyes, like his father.
He took a bite of his steak and she looked at him expectedly.
"Yum!" he approved.
She laughed and grabbed her pen. "Dylan says 'yum'" she read as she wrote it on her small black notepad.
Dylan laughed and another bite.
Sam suddenly got the feeling she was being watched and turned to see a man with blonde hair nodding towards her, motioning to his friend. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Dylan.
A woman with blonde hair and dark blue eyes walked up to their table and smiled. "How is everything?" she asked.
That was Suzie, the owner and one of Sam's best friends. She was only two years younger than Sam. She was also a second mother to Dylan, they always talked and hung out. Sometimes she would take him into the kitchen, where more friends were, and have him help with something like shredding lettuce or pouring drinks.
"Great!" Dylan cheered.
"Why thank you little man." she cooed.
He smiled and took a gulp of his chocolate milk.
"It's great Suzie, five stars, as usual." Sam smiled.
"Thank you. It's on the house." she said as she began to walk away.
"Oh no, Suzie you don't have to-and she's gone." Sam sighed.
"Excuse me?" someone asked. It was the blonde man from the table in the middle of the restaurant.
"Yes?"
"Are you Sam Puckett from iCarly?" he asked.
Sam closed her eyes at the name of the old web show. She looked at Dylan to see him engrossed in his food. She turned back to the man. "Yeah. Why?"
"Okay, thanks!" he smiled and walked off to his table.
"What?" she huffed.
She watched him as he sat down and nodded to his friend, who turned around and looked at her. When he saw her looking he turned away quickly. But, she had seen his face.
"Hold on a second, kid." she instructed.
She got up and walked over to the table. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and is head flew back a bit in surprise.
"Freddie Benson?" she asked cautiously.
"Sup, Puckett." he questioned.
"Hey." she laughed as he got up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, which he returned. "How ya been?"
"Fine, fine. You?"
"Alright, um, what have you been doing?"
"Flying around the world shooting movies. What about you?" he smiled.
"I'm a food critic."
"I should of known." he chuckled.
"Shut up, dorkwad." she insulted.
"Now, now, don't start on the pet names." he scolded.
"Their not pet names, their insults." she retorted.
"Details, details." he waved his hand.
"Momma!" called Dylan as he ran over to her and grabbed her hand, standing behind her shyly.
"Hey, kid." she addressed him. "Freddie, this is Dylan. Dylan this is Freddie Benson my…really good friend from high school."
Freddie's face dropped for a second before smiling at him. "Hey, little dude."
Dylan giggled behind Sam.
"Hey, Suzie!" Sam called the blonde.
She hurried over and smiled at the three. Marcus looked up from his plate and nearly choked. Who is she and why is she not with me? He thought. It's true he's been out with a lot of girls, but none were like Suzie.
"Can you take care of Dylan for a while, so I can talk to my old high school buddy? And by the way, this is Freddie Benson. Freddie, Suzie Zeno."
"Nice to meet you. Yeah I can take him." she held out her hand for Dylan to take. "Come on little man."
"Yay!" he cheered and walked off with her.
"Now I can talk to you." she said turning to him. "Can you leave your friend for a few minutes?"
"Yeah. Marcus, I'll be over there." he pointed to her table.
"Have fun." he waved him off.
Freddie rolled his eyes in return.
When they were seated at her table we leaned forward and smiled. "How old is Dylan?"
"Six."
"Where's his dad?" he asked cautiously.
Sam closed her eyes. She would kill Freddie if he made her cry. "Gone." she answered simply.
"Divorced?"
"No."
"Died?" his face fell again.
"Hey, um," she swallowed, nervously. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Yeah, sure." he said softly studying her face.
"So, have a wife, kids?" Even though it broke her heart to think of him married, she needed to know.
"Nope, still single." he chuckled.
Her heart fluttered. "Oh."
"Yeah. So how's Spencer? Carly, Gibby?"
Sam flinched when he said their names and he stared intently at her, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"No one told you did they?" she whispered, her blue eyes brimmed with tears.
"Told me what?"
"Um," she cleared her throat. "Can we talk later? Um, maybe have dinner and catch up?"
"Yeah sure, what time?" he asked still wondering what she meant a few moments ago.
"Alright, here's my address," she wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Come by, five o'clock, tomorrow."
"Okay." he said as he watched her walk over to Suzie whisper a few things to her as Dylan sat folding napkins. Suzie nodded and gave her a hug before Sam grabbed the boy and left the building.
Freddie walked over to his table and sat down, still a bit fazed.
"Aw, our little Freddie's in love." Marcus teased.
"Yeah I am." Freddie whispered.
"It was only a joke dude." Marcus told him.
"I'm not joking." he said quietly before getting up and walking out the door.
Marcus look down at the table. "Great now I have to pay for dinner." he muttered.
"Are you done sir?" asked a sweet voice.
It was Suzie.
He sat up straight and looked at the empty plates. "Yep." he replied.
"Alright here's your check." she handed him a black book and a pen. "Did you enjoy your meal?"
"It was excellent." he complemented.
"Thank you."
"Are you the owner?" he asked.
"Yes, I am." she smiled.
"When did you decide you wanted to open your own restaurant?"
"When I was seven and my father gave me my first Easy-Bake Oven." she grinned, with a sparkle in her ocean blue eyes.
"My sister had one of those."
"They were popular. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work." she smiled nicely before strutting off.
"Trap set." he said to himself. He paid the bill with a much to generous tip and left Zeno's, making a mental note to come back, soon.
Sam locked the front door of her apartment. If you saw it from the outside it looked small and cramped but, if you saw it from the inside it seemed like a whole floor. It may be big but, it was the perfect size for her, Dylan and occasionally Suzie, when she slept over.
She set her bag down on a white chair in her living room and hurried to the Dylan's bedroom. His room was a natural little boy's room. His walls were plane white but with posters of his favorite movies and race car drivers.
She sat down on his blue comforter and crossed her legs. Every night he would ask her a question and she would answer.
"Momma?" he asked.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Are you going to watch the race with me tomorrow?"
"What time is it?"
"Eleven to three."
"I'll be there." she smiled. "After that your going to Aunt Suzie's and I'm going to have a friend over for dinner."
"The guy from Aunt Suzie's?" he questioned.
"Yes."
"Is it a date?"
"No."
"But you want it to be." he accused.
Sam laughed. "Alright, smarty-pants." she kissed his forehead. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." he murmured and drifted off.
She made her way into her bedroom and plopped down onto the bed. She soon fell asleep with Freddie's face still fresh in her brain.
A/N: Alight, there ya go! Hope you like so far! This will probably be like 8 or (maybe)10 chapters, depends on how slow I go and if you guys like it! Please REVIEW!
-Rachel