How many months delayed is this? 4? 5? I apologize, I am dreadful at time management.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly

Freddie POV

A few weeks had passed since the incident with Sam and I. Classes had begun, and for the first time in my entire life, I felt like I truly belonged. I was enjoying school and finding my niche.

Jake and I were not very alike, yet we got along great. We had different ideas on how to spend a Friday night, but all the same our personalities meshed well.

"Come on dude! Give it one shot, and if you don't have fun you'll never have to come out with us again." Jake reasoned, rushing around the room, grabbing clothes from all corners of the small dorm room.

I debated for a moment. This had become a routine lately. On Friday nights, Jake would try to convince me to go out with him and his friends. I would always politely decline, and revert to spending the night watching Lost reruns on Netflix. (A/N: This is a total shoutout to one of the best TV shows I've ever watched, Lost. I was totally late on the bandwagon, but I had to give it a little love!)

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."

Jake paused, and raised his eyebrows. "For real? You'll come with us?" He asked, as he changed his shirt for the seventh time.

"I'll take you up on the offer. If I don't like it, I'll never go again. It doesn't hurt to try new things…" My voice trailed off.

"Yes! That's the spirit!" Jake cheered, and then he proceeded to give me what he would call a "bro hug".

I laughed, and swatted him away. "What does one wear to this kind of place, anyway?"

"Nothing too fancy. A nice shirt and some jeans would be chill. Or you could totally try to pull off-" Jake rambled on.

I interrupted him. "Nice shirt and jeans, got it! I'll meet you in the parking lot in about 20 minutes."

Jake grinned. "Cool dude. You're gonna have so much fun. I'm SO getting you wasted!" He continued to crack himself up as I shoved him out of the room.

I began rifling through my dresser drawers, looking for a shirt to wear. As I changed into a navy blue polo, the reality of the situation set in.

I totally wasn't the type of kid who wanted to go out to the club. So I had to question myself on why I finally agreed to go out with Jake and all his friends. Beneath it all, although I hated to admit it, it was probably because of Sam.

Jake had mentioned that he had run into Sam at the club a few times already. And I didn't know what to make of our relationship. Because I hadn't spoken more than 5 words to her since the night I found her outside the bar. If I was being honest, a part of me just wanted to see her.

When it came time, I met Jake outside in the parking lot with a group of guys. As soon as he saw me, he jogged over to me. "Yes, Freddie! I thought you were gonna back out last minute!"

"I'm here, although I'm not sure why." I said, having mixed emotions about the night. This wasn't my scene, at all.

"Come on, meet the guys!" He led me over to his group of friends. He lowered his voice. "Are you by any chance coming to see Sam? Because I heard she's going to be there tonight. And the last few times I saw her, she looked pretty hot!" Jake spoke a mile a minute.

"Jake, chill out." I quieted him, also feeling slightly angry when he spoke about Sam. "I told you, I do not like Sam like that! I'm just seeing if this whole party scene is for me." This statement contradicted my previous thought.

"Alright, alright." Jake raised his hands up in his defense. "Let's go then."

Jake introduced me to this group of about 15 friends, and they all seemed nice enough. Since the club was conveniently close, we decided to walk there.

Sam POV

"You look gorgeous, Sam! You could at least smile!" Kayla complained.

"This whole club scene is getting old, though." I whined. I looked down at the skin-tight black dress Kayla picked out for me. It had lace cutouts, and she let me borrow a pair of red platform heels. "Plus my feet hurt." I crossed my arms like a five year old.

Kayla grinned and grabbed my arm. "You know what that means?" I raised my eyebrows to her question. "We need some alcohol."

I couldn't argue that, and I followed her to the bar. We flashed our fake ID's, and the bartender eyed them for a moment too long. The young looking man eyed Kayla, and then me. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, then handed our ID's back. He placed two beers on the counter, and then leaned on the counter towards us.

Kayla groaned in disgust, grabbed the beers, and nudged me. "Come on, Sam."

We found a table and began to sip our beers. "I must say, this place is growing on me." I admitted.

"Yes! That's the sprit!" Kayla laughed.

A few beers later, combined with the heels, I was stumbling from the bar to our table, trying not to spill my beer.

"Dude!" Kayla yelled, just as drunk as I was. "Be careful." She giggled.

"Oh lookie!" I pointed. I saw a group of guys walk in. "The guys are here! I wonder where Jake is."

We got up and made our way over. We said our hellos and I found myself in Jake's arms. "Mmmm." I said quietly, inhaling his cologne. He just smelled so good, and he was really good at supporting my drunken self.

"Someone's sober." Jake said, and feigned disapproval. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I wasn't sure if it was an affectionate gesture or if it was to keep me from falling. "I need a drink too."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar looking face. I chuckled and said to myself, "That dude looks like Freddie."

Jake must have heard me, because he stopped in his tracks. "Oh, I totally forgot! That is Freddie! He finally agreed to come out instead of staying home all night."

Freddie POV

At the sight in front of me, my jaw actually dropped slightly. Jake was supporting Sam, who looked completely wasted.

The next thing that took me off guard was at how gorgeous Sam looked. Her black dress was hugging her body so tightly, accentuating her perfect curves. Her blonde curls were spilling over her shoulders. I felt as if I was seeing a completely different person.

I saw Sam look in my direction, and I made my way over to her.

"Hey, Sam." I said, trying to sound casual.

"Fredweird!" She cried, and then was set into a fit of giggles. "How nice of you to finally leave your room on a Friday night!"

I crossed my arms. "Very funny. Since when did you become such a big drinker?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "I'm not even drunk! So technically, I'm not a big drinker."

With this statement, Sam had to throw her arms out to her sides to remain balanced. Jake placed his hands on the small of her waist, steadying her. "Woah there, be careful. We should go find a seat."

"No…" Sam shook her head violently. "What we need to find is the bar! I could go for another beer."

"Sam, no way." I said, without meaning to sound so disapproving. "You've already had way too much to drink. Why don't you just call it a night?"

"Ugh, God. Why would you even come out here if you're just gonna try to kill everyone's buzz!" Sam yelled. "I'm getting another drink, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Sam stormed off in the direction of the bar. Jake flashed me a look, and then followed Sam. I was in awe of this new side of Sam I'd never seen before.

It seemed like just days ago, that we were all kids, hanging out at Carly's apartment filming our web shows. And now, here we were; without Carly. And Sam looked like a mature woman instead of the young teenager she once was.

I headed over to the restroom while I pondered Sam's drunken state. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. As much as I disapproved of underage drinking, I couldn't help but find drunken Sam slightly adorable. She was much more carefree, I could see that her guard was down.

I made my way towards the bar, scanning the club for either Sam or Jake.

Suddenly, I found both of them. I saw Sam in the corner of the room, being pressed up against the wall by Jake. I watched as Jake's lips crushed hers, over and over again, as she made no attempt to stop him.

Hope you enjoyed, and if you've been waiting for this update (which I'm not sure if there's any of you) I truly apologize because I know how it feels to be waiting for the next chapter to a story. I will update when I can & when I feel inspired. Reviews, suggestions, ideas... are always welcomed. :)