iEnd This
"So, are you gonna drive us places now?" Freddie asked.
"Of course," Sam nodded proudly. Freddie smiled at her.
"But for a price."
"What?!" he asked, face falling.
"Yep, dollar per minute. Hey, gas ain't cheap, Benson," she pointed out.
"Whatever, that's just bogus," he said, waving her off. "But I can't stick around. My mom's making me study the Washington state "Rules of the Road" pamphlet every night until I pass my road test."
"I may just have to join you," Carly replied.
"Yeah, but later, Carls. Let's go for a drive," Sam said, patting the hood of the car.
"You two have fun," Freddie said, waving at them as he began walking away.
"Bye, Freddie!" Carly waved back.
"Later, nub," Sam bit out. Freddie turned and glared at her, but didn't react other than that, and kept walking towards Bushwell Plaza.
Carly turned back to Sam, who had an expectant grin on her face.
"Well, what're you waiting for?!" she asked excitedly. "C'mon, get in!"
Carly smiled back and opened up the passenger door, sliding into the vehicle as Sam hopped into the driver's seat and slammed the door, eagerly fishing the key out of her pocket.
"Alright, let's start 'er up!" she said enthusiastically, turning to Carly as she stuck the key in the ignition, one eyebrow raised and a toothy smile on her face. She smiled even wider as the car roared to life, all the lights flickering on and the radio softly playing some Ginger Fox song.
"I still can't believe I failed my road test."
"It's okay Cupcake. I'll drive you everywhere, like I said."
"Awe, Sam-" she started, extremely touched at her girlfriend's words.
"But you also have to pay for it."
"Huh?" Pay her?
"Uh-huh," Sam replied, a grin on her face.
"Um, how much?" Carly asked, thinking Sam had to be joking.
"Oh, not with money," Sam replied.
"Well, with what then?"
"Road head," Sam said with a smile.
"SAM!" Carly shrieked, smacking her on the arm.
"Well, if you'd prefer," Sam managed to get out in between laughs, "you could just use your hands."
Carly just crossed her arms and glared at Sam, hoping her look conveyed the intended message as she sat back, away from her girlfriend. When she didn't speak for several moments, Sam decided to say something.
"I was just kidding."
"You better be," Carly replied, inching just the slightest bit closer to her.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Kinda!"
"I'll let you be in charge of the radio while I drive."
"I'm not mad at you…" Carly sighed. "But that really better have been a joke."
"Of course it was, Carls. C'mon, do you think I'd really force you to do that? Me, of all people?"
"No, I guess not," Carly said with a sigh, uncrossing her arms.
"Good," Sam replied with a nod. "Cause I wouldn't. Ever."
"I know," Carly said. "Now c'mon, let's get outta here. Where were you thinking of going?"
"Tubba Chicken," Sam replied excitedly, a hungry grin on her face.
"But Spencer's making dinner."
"So, we'll just have two dinners," Sam said with a shrug, moving her seat up so her feet could reach the pedals. She was a small person, after all.
"How about you have two dinners, and I just get a drink or something?"
"Fine by me," Sam replied, her feet now in place. "I can definitely order a bucket and still have room for more."
With that, Sam put the car in drive, checked all around them and, finding it clear, started driving towards Tubba Chicken.
Carly hadn't ever been in the car while Sam was driving before, or even seen her in action, but the second the vehicle started moving, she was no longer surprised that Sam was the first of them to get her license. Much like everything else she did, Sam was very good at driving. She had the most natural ability and skill out of all of them, and it probably helped that she'd been driving for years at this point.
Not to mention the fact that Sam looked pretty hot while driving. Well, Carly always thought Sam looked hot, of course, but that was amplified by her driving style. How focused she was on the road, her constantly checking the mirrors, having both hands securely on the wheel. Even when Carly changed radio stations and began playing their favorite Cuddlefish song, Sam barely acknowledged it. She just quietly hummed along and did a head check.
All feelings of annoyance from earlier gone, Carly slowly began sidling up to Sam. She just couldn't help it; Sam always turned her on easily. She just found everything about her so attractive.
She carefully placed her hand on Sam's knee and began caressing it. When Sam didn't react, she slowly inched her hand up little by little, then began lowering her face down as she undid the button on Sam's pants and…
"Uh, Carly…what're you doing?" Sam asked.
"Um…paying you?" Carly tried, not looking up at all.
"O-oh."
"Is that okay?"
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, for sure. Definitely. Um…what were you…"
"You'll see."
"O-okay."
Sam stopped talking, and Carly undid Sam's pants all the way before them down slightly, Sam squirming around a bit to aid her in the process. She could feel how fast they were moving as their car plummeted through traffic, and just knowing how risky this was turned her on even more as she slowly drew her face in closer and closer.
"Ugn, Carlyyy," Sam's groan filled the vehicle, louder than the radio. That was great encouragement, and she kept at what she was doing enthusiastically, trying to recreate whatever Sam responded to best.
But she must've been doing too good a job at that, because after one particularly loud groan from some well-coordinated tongue movement, she felt one of Sam's hands on the back of her head, her fingers snaking through her hair.
"Ten and two, Puckett," she said, briefly lifting her face up and wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
"Oh, uh, right," Sam said, retracting her hand and putting it back on the wheel. "Sorry."
"Just focus on getting us there, and I'll focus on getting you there."
"Uh, yeah, okay. S-sounds good."
"Good," Carly nodded, then brought her face back down, picking back up on "paying" Sam for the ride.
"Holy chizzz Carlsss…"
Epilogue
"You missed a spot!"
"Ugh!"
It was a scorching hot summer afternoon, and Carly, Sam, and Freddie were spending it at the Puckett house. Freddie was standing in the driveway, fulfilling his weekly obligation of washing Sam (and Carly's) car, while Sam sat in one of the chairs on the front porch, nicely shaded from the sun by the overhanging roof, watching Freddie's labor with glee. Carly had stepped inside to make some of her "special" lemonade, wanting a refreshing beverage to drink on a sweltering day like this.
"Can I please take off my shirt?" Freddie begged. He had on swim trunks, a thin blue t-shirt, and sandals (against Mrs. Benson's rules, of course). But in this weather, even clothes like that were too much.
"Ew, no!" Sam yelled back, her nose scrunched up in a disgusted grimace. Now she needed to get that image out of her head.
As if right on cue, Carly walked out of the front door, pitcher of lemonade in hand and two cups under her arm. It was so hot out, Carly and Sam had opted to wear just short jean shorts and bikini tops, the sight of which made Sam's earlier repulsion disappear.
"I'm back, with my special lemonade!" Carly announced happily, setting the pitcher and cups on the table between the two chairs.
"Oh, yay," Sam replied, trying to sound at least a little enthusiastic. Carly's lemonade…sure was special. Yep, that was one way to describe it.
She watched Carly pour a generous amount in each cup, the ice cubes clinking on the sides as the liquid poured in. Poor Carly; no matter what she made, whether it was food or a drink, it never tasted quite right. Sam guessed she'd have to make all the meals one day, when they were married and lived together.
"Here you are," Carly said cheerfully, handing Sam a cup filled to the top.
"Thanks…" she said back uneasily, forcing a smile. Carly smiled back and sat down, taking her own cup in her hand.
"Let's toast," she said, holding out her drink as she settled into her chair.
"To what?" Sam asked, holding out her own cup.
"I dunno, it just seems appropriate," Carly said.
"Okay," Sam replied with a shrug. Can't argue with that logic.
Their glasses met with a clink sound as they brought them together, both girls smiling at each other before putting their drinks to their lips. Carly took a sip and looked expectantly at Sam, who nodded back, her mouth still full of the bitter liquid.
The second Carly looked away, she leaned over the railing and spit the drink out, then followed suit with her glass, pouring the lemonade and ice all over the grass below.
"Mmm, that was so tasty," she announced, placing her empty glass back on the table. "I couldn't help but finish it all!"
"You even drank the ice?" Carly asked, eyes darting between her and the deserted cup suspiciously.
"That's just how good it was," Sam said earnestly.
"Right…" Carly said, nodding her head slightly. She obviously saw through Sam's ruse, but, not wanting to make an issue about it, just let it go and watched Freddie washing their car.
On the days before Freddie was set to clean it, Sam always made sure to find the messiest Seattle streets and go through them, getting the car caked with mud, dirt, and all other sorts of filth, making sure Freddie had his work cut out for him. Even when she couldn't find some mess to go through, she'd just get it dirty on her own, flinging dirt from her yard on it or smearing all other sorts of substances onto the car. Things that wouldn't damage the paint, that was. Because then Carly really would have something to take issue with.
Looking at their car, she couldn't help but also think about all the "fun" she and Sam had gotten up to in it over the past few months. Like Sam had said, it really was a great 'screw you' to screw in a car bought by a homophobe, even if her Grandad would never (at least, she hoped never) find out. They'd gotten great enjoyment out of it, and he was none the wiser.
"Whatchya thinkin' about, Carly-girl?" Sam asked, snapping Carly out of her reverie.
"Oh, uh…just looking back on all the great times we shared together…y'know, 'in the car,'" she answered, quieting her tone so Freddie wouldn't hear.
"Yeah, we have had some awesome times in there, haven't we?" Sam replied, a dreamy smile on her face. Carly had made sure that Sam was adequately "compensated" nearly every time she brought her somewhere. It was amazing. "Especially that first time. I've been wondering, though, why did you, like…choose to do that right out the gate? You could've just, y'know, used your hands. Not that I'm unappreciative, of course."
"I mean, I could've, but based on how we were sitting? And at that angle? I'm not ambidextrous like you, Sam."Carly had known for a long time that Sam was right-handed, but punched harder with her left. However, from recent "explorations" in their car (when it was parked at an overlook), she'd also found out that Sam was much better at doing other things with her left hand, as well. Sam had known that information for years.
"I had no other choice than to use my-"
"Will you please let me take a break?" Freddie called up to them, begging for a moment of rest. His clothes were soaked, both from the sweat dripping down his body and water used to wash the card. He'd have to re-apply his sunblock pretty soon.
"No!" Sam yelled back. "Keep scrubbing, you scrub!"
He groaned, but then picked up a sponge and continued wiping down the door.
"And don't forget the handles!" Carly pointed out. "You left them all grimy last week."
The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds to be heard being Freddie scrubbing the surface of the car and his tired pants. But Carly and Sam were feeling pretty…excited from their recent talk. They could both feel something stirring within, and they wished desperately that Freddie was washing the car already, so they could get in and go somewhere for some…alone time.
Except…they did have a whole empty house, like, right behind them. A house with that offered complete and total privacy, where there would be no interruptions for the next few hours. The only downside was no AC…
"Uh, Carly?" Sam started cautiously, her mind completely occupied with thoughts of…
"Yeah, Sam?" Carly replied in the same distracted tone.
"I, uh…there's something I wanted to show you. In my room. So, why don't we…"
"Sure, yeah. Let's uh…check it out."
"Great!" Sam replied, jumping up happily. "That's, uh, great. Yeah. Just, uh, lead the way!"
Carly smiled at Sam's eagerness and got up, walking to the front door and opening it. Sam followed, grabbing the door handle after her and was just about to close it when…
"Hey! Where're you guys going?!"
Sam turned around and glared at Freddie. He looked soggy and pathetic, standing there with white globs of sunscreen on his face.
"Listen, Fredward," she said through bared teeth, her tone threatening. "You just stay out here cleaning our car for the next hour, got it?! Don't come anywhere near the house!"
"But what if I have to use the bathroom?!"
"You're a guy, figure it out! There's a bucket right there, some bushes…quit being such a prancy!"
"Sam! C'mon!" Carly called from inside the house. Sam whipped her head around to see her girlfriend walking down the hall, towards her bedroom, and could feel parts of her tugging herself in that direction, too. Glancing back at Freddie, she threw out one final warning.
"You so much as stick your big toe on the front steps, and you're a dead man!" she called out, dragging one finger across her throat menacingly. Freddie jumped back in fright, and Sam smirked, feeling satisfied with herself, before closing the door and locking it behind her. She wasn't gonna take any chances.
She quickly made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, closing and locking that door behind her as well, leaving nothing up to chance, before slowly looking over and seeing a beautiful, smiling Carly sitting on the edge of her bed. Before she could think to say anything, Carly opened up her mouth to speak first.
"There's something I wanted to show you, too," she said shyly. Sam raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Oh, yeah? What?" she asked.
"These," Carly replied, reaching behind her to undo her bikini top, sliding it off her slowly before throwing it across the room at Sam, who limply caught it. Her mind was focused on much more important things right now, like the fact that her girlfriend was currently sitting topless on her bed.
After a second of indulgent staring, she launched herself across the room, landing right on top of Carly and meeting her lips in a fierce kiss, which Carly eagerly returned. She was so worked up from their earlier talk and Carly's seductive stripping just a moment ago that she couldn't help but immediately curl her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, kissing her with all the passion in the world.
"Will you…take me…skirt shopping tomorrow?" Carly somehow got out between kisses.
"Oh, um…sure." She's thinking about that now? "But…why? You lookin' for a…new…outfit?" Her words were interspersed by tongue-jarring kisses from her girlfriend.
"No, silly…it's for you."
"Me?" Sam asked. "But, uh…why me?"
"Cause…if you're gonna keep expecting "payment"...everytime you drive me somewhere…then you're gonna need to start wearing clothes that won't make my neck hurt!"
"Huh. Easier access…I never thought about that."
"Clearly. But, c'mon. Enough talk. More…" she demonstrated by leaning in and kissing Sam fully on the lips. All thoughts of their conversation flew out her brain as she kissed back with her full attention.
So, this is pretty abrupt. I wrote this out a long time ago (like over a year ago) when I first started writing this story, as I always had this end scene in mind and wanted to get it down. Initially I had many other chapters planned or thought of before this one, but April/May 2022 I started watching and thinking of iCarly less and less, and gradually moved on from that 'hyperfixation' (perhaps an ADHD diagnosis is in order). I thought I'd start it up again in fall 2022, but I bought and read Jennette McCurdy's book (great read, by the way; definitely recommend) and it was very eye-opening.
That, combined with other things that have come out about the creator of this show, has made me want to move on from iCarly and Schneider's Bakery shows in general. It is sad, since those were a big part of my childhood and I love the nostalgic feeling of watching them. But I honestly cannot watch (and therefor support) shows that were made by a disgusting predator, where higher-ups looked the other way to let it happen, and where the young actors on these sets (not just iCarly) were absolutely miserable and, quite frankly, abused. It makes me sick and it's not something I condone or stand with. So I've moved on from these shows and don't plan on ever re-watching them again, or at least for a long, long time. As such, even if I wanted to continue this story, it wouldn't be as good because I wouldn't be watching the source material to get me in the frame of mind to be able to write for this whacky, wonderful world. And I'm just not interested in finishing it, so if I did, I wouldn't be giving it my all, the story would suffer for it.
I am disappointed for not being able to finish this, as I never wanted to be 'that' writer who leaves a half-finished work on here, but at least I'm giving you guys (all three of you!) and ending. I hope you've enjoyed this story, and possibly my other, and I hope this chapter makes you laugh and possibly give you some closure to this. Typing all this out feels kind of like a waste, since this story didn't get many views or reviews or follows, but I hope this means something to the few who did. If you really liked my writing (you have questionable taste haha) I have others fics for different fandoms I've been tossing around in my head. But I most likely won't upload them to this account, so if it's meant to be, you'll come across them some way or another.
Thank you again for reading. Stay safe and best wishes.