Title: iMarry You?

Chapter 1/Prologue: Graduation Week Begins

Summary: Carly, Sam, and Freddie spend a week in California as a graduation gift from Spencer, and with the unwilling blessing of Mrs. Benson. When letting go catches up with two of our favorite characters one hungover morning, will they be able to live with the consequences… And each other?

Diclaimer: If I were Dan, than I would be funny, but I am not;/

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Carly P.O.V.

My alarm clock buzzed. And buzzed. I groaned, six o'clock was never a fun time to wake up. Sighing, I rolled out of bed, walking half-dazed to my bathroom. I stared into the mirror in horror at my frizzy hair and sweat covered face. Of course, Seattle would be having a heat wave during the most important week of my life. Well so far at least. After hopping in the shower and struggling to tame my hair with a flat iron and hair spray and putting on the standard make-up, I got changed and ran downstairs.

"Spencer I'm going to school!" I yelled. Spencer moaned something incomprehensible from his room. Laughing at my brother's strangeness I grabbed a water bottle and banana, and then ran out the door. I texted Freddie, knowing he hadn't left yet.

To: Freddie B

From: Carly

Sent : 7:27 am

Freddie! waiting outside!

:) Carly

To: Carly Shay3

From: Freddie

Sent: 7:28 am

Coming, coming...

-Freddie

I rolled my eyes. That boy took forever! He had to have all his clothes pressed, his hair combed, and he had to have his daily breakfast of whatever junk his mom puts down his throat. Of course, lets not forget the tick check and infection-checking swabs Mrs. Benson violates Freddie with daily. Finally, Freddie rushed out of his apartment. He smiled at me and we walked towards the elevator.

"Carly" He said groggily.

"Hey, Freddie, what's up?" I asked cheerily.

"I got no sleep last night!" He whined, rolling my eyes, I let him continue. " I spent the entire night working on Sam's prank technology, and the iCarly website, getting it ready for the last episode. I bumped up the speed of the router..."

"Enough with your tech talk! I can't believe it. iCarly's really coming to and end. It's so weird, ya know?" He nodded in agreement. We were seniors, and graduation was coming up this week. With prep for college, jobs, and all the other chiz we'd be doing this summer, we came to the conclusion that it'd be best for iCarly to end before the chaos started. It was so strange to think about really. The last four years- almost- of my life had been spent on screen, goofing off with my best friend. It was going to be so sad not doing our weekly episodes.

I drifted back into reality as Freddie nudged my shoulder.

"Hey? Carly? You There?" He was frowning at me. I must've been zoned out longer than I thought. I realized we were already on the public bus, and I laughed to myself.

"Freddie, this is our last day of high school! Can you believe it? It's gonna be awesome!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah. I know... It's going to be crazy - this whole week is." We smiled at the thought of graduation... The dances. The parties. And Sam had the class prank all lined up. I had no clue how that girl came up with these things. "Sam's doing the prank today." We both grinned, knowing what it meant.

Freddie laughed. "She's only mentioned it a billion times. 'Geez, she's gonna be lucky if she doesn't get expelled."

"Only Sam could get expelled on the last day of high school."

We grinned as we walked into the halls of Ridgeway High for the last time.

Sam POV

I raced into school just as first bell rang. Phew, I was safe! Today was gonna be sick, I thought as I munched on my bacon I got at Harry's on my walk to school. I stuffed all my chiz from my locker, then ran to my first class. Math. Ew.

"Miss Puckett, your late. Again." My twelfth grade math teacher, Miss Calman barked dryly.

"Eh ell oo ad." I yelled back with bacon coming out of my mouth. I plopped down at my seat next to Wendy and leaned on my desk. I woke up when the bell rang.

The morning went by painfully slow. I was just itching for lunch to come . Mama was planning the class prank this year, and she had it in for the scummy teachers in this dump. Oh yeah, I had it in big this time. I smiled to myself, patting the tote I was carrying with me. It was gonna be the most epic chiz ever.

The lunch bell rang, and I ran off, ham sandwich in hand. I skidded to a stop at the sight of my best friend and the nub. "heyguysican'."

"Uh, bye?" Carls said questioningly. I waved as I ran off.

I set up the cameras in Briggs, Howards, and the other most nubby teachers in schools rooms. In the lunch room, the projector was all set up. The nub really went overboard with getting all the techy-chiz ready. I went into the girl's bathroom, pulling out my delivery -person get up . I put on the fake moustache, then the uniform , and then the cap. I pulled out the box, the texted Gibby- who was presently shirtless and wearing a ski mask. My other helper monkeys were positioned in the other teacher's closets.

I adjusted the camera on my cap, which was hooked up to the projector. I called Frednub, so I could tell him to turn on the projector's connection thingy.

"Freddifer! Turn on the projector connection thing ma jig right now! I'm going to the spaghetti sauce. I repeat I am approaching the spaghetti sauce." I spoke into the phone urgently, with purpose. This was my moment. The whole school knew mama was behind this, so my pride was in this thing.

"Okay Sam, the whole school can see what your up to in 5.. 4... 3.. 2.. and now!" Freddie muttered bye and I hung up my phone. I lifted my cap from my head and turned it to my face.

"Ridgeway , your about to see the prank of the century." I grinned then put the cap back on my head. I had to say, in my uniform and moustache, I did not look like Sam Puckett. I looked like Phil Holmes, delivery boy. I dialed Gibson's number giving him the heads up.

"Meatball Lumps, we move into the spaghetti sauce. I repeat move into the spaghetti sauce." I rolled my eyes at the code name Gibby chose for himself. Meatball Lumps. Really. Meatball Lumps? That kid was one weird shirtless dude.

"Okay Ninja Assassin " Now that's a code name. I approached Francine Briggs' classroom door, and knocked loudly.

"Delivery!" I yelled in my Alberistein accent. The bagpipe stopped and Briggs walked loudly to the door.

"Do I know you?" She asked in her nasally, disgusting way.

"No ma'am, just a delivery boy makin' a delivery." I was brilliant. This was great.

"Well then, place the package on that desk, and fetch my scissors." The devil barked . I muttered to myself, but went over and grabbed the scissors for her. I walked back quickly, gingerly handing her them.

I walked over to a good angle, capturing what would happen in moments to come. She cut the tape, then began to unravel what was lying beneath the layers of bubble wrap

Freddie POV

The whole cafeteria watched the projector in suspense, waiting to see what would happen when Briggs got what was lying beneath the bubble wrap. I could only imagine what Sam had come up with, she'd only been obsessing over it for the past week. And, of course she found a way to drag me into this. I just had to get the cameras ready, and the projector. Something about that girl just made me weak, I don't know what it is though, but she always got me.

My attention turned back to the image of Ms. Briggs, her face was now one of pure terror- and disgust. The liquid that was squirting out hitting her face was a mix of... Well nobody knew what it was a mix of.. And to make it even better, Sam had arranged for a crate of Guatamalan cockroaches to be put down Briggs shirt- by Gibby, of course. Speaking of the Meatball Lump, who was walking into the classroom shirtless, with a crate of foreign bugs in one arm, and ham in another.

He had a ski mask on his face, "masking his identity". Slowly, he opened the crate. Then Gibby quickly slipped the cockroaches down the back of the evil Francine Briggs shirt. She began to scream and run around then, almost looking like she was performing a tribal dance. The suspicious liquid was caked on her face, as well as the front of her suit. The cafeteria was in a riot.

Suddenly, Gibby began to run around the classroom, ham in hand. He approached Briggs and pelted the slices of ham in her face.

"CLASS OF 2011! YEAHHH!" Gibby screamed as he and Sam retreated from the screaming Francine. Everyone around me was laughing so hard, they were gasping, some even on the floor. Sam was going to go down in Ridgeway history. I looked over at Carly who was laughing just as hard as I was, maybe harder. The light was hitting Carly in a way that made her look as beautiful as ever.

I loved Carly, truly I did. But after six years of rejection and no sign of hope, the river of your romantic love begins to run dry. Somewhere along the line, I think my love for Carly morphed into that of a brother, a bestfriend- no longer a lover. I was perfectly fine with that. It made life so much easier. But, nowadays I didn't know who held my heart. I mean there were the occasional mini-crushes , and of course, the rare party hook up, but it didn't mean much to me. I had no clue why, but I couldn't find anyone to love.

I took my mini control device, and switched the projector to the main hallway, where three pigs had just been released- numbered 1,2, and 4. Seconds later an entourage of teachers were chasing the pot-bellies. I was dying. Sam was officially in history at Ridgeway. After a few more seconds of the pig chasing, I switched the projector to show the images of eight of the most hated teachers at Ridgeway in pure suffering. Mr. Howards was running around his classroom, drenched in Yahoo Punch, being chased by bees. Others were attacked by ants. It was an endless parade of brilliance.

Minutes passed, and I had discretely removed the projector and all the technical equipment related to our class prank. I hid them in my backpack, which I would later put in my room. Sam returned, face clean of any trace of moustache, and her red skinny jeans and black tee were in place. Gibby followed, wearing a shirt and without a mask on his face. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but the glow on Sam's face told it all. The cafeteria welcomed her a hero, and everyone was cheering and giving high fives.

Carly and I ran up to Sam, and Carly hugged her best friend.

"You did an awesome job Sam" I said, giving her the credit she was due.

"You didn't do half bad yourself Nub, since people obviously saw what Mama did" Sam stated.

"Want some food?"

"Duh!" she exclaimed. The three of us walked towards the snack bar, and spent the rest of our last school lunch laughing as jokes were made, and as Principal Franklin came in to criticize our prank, quote on quote as an "immature and un acceptable stunt that has caused Ms. Briggs and the faculty much emotional and physical trauma." And there would be serious repercussions. In the last two hours of school? Sucks for Briggs.

The faculty spent the rest of the day searching for pig number 3. Oh Sam.

A/N

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