NEW STORY! I know this plot has been done SOO MUCH but I still want to take a crack at it and see how well I do in this fandom with this story of mine. It does start off a little boring, action wise, but I wanted to focus on the subtle interaction between Freddie and Sam. Next chapter should have more interesting things happening but you all shall see, won't you?!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or anything mentioned that could be owned by someone without my knowledge throughout this story.

Best Friends with Alcohol

"Man, Carls, you should see the dorms! They have an honors dorm which is single but you share the floor with other guys and best of all: I don't have to deal with my mother!" Freddie was waving his hands in excitement when Sam slammed her locker door closed. Sam watched Carly smiling at Freddie's antics and was troubled at the thought of not feeling ecstatic with him.

"As much as I would love to hear about all the crazy things you're going to do in college while you're on your own, I have to go. I promised Jordan I would meet him by the cafeteria in five minutes. I'll see you two after class," Carly spurted as she sped through the hallway, leaving the two alone.

"So…" he started.

"So…You going to Brad's party tonight?" Sam suggested.

Freddie smiled, "Are you asking me?"

"Ew, no. Just curious if you're going with your penguin," Sam joked lightly, shoving his shoulder. Freddie's current girlfriend, Sarah, always dressed in black and white, making herself look like a tall penguin.

"Sam…you know she hates it when you call her that. But if you really want to know, yes we are. She's been getting a bit clingy lately, though," he whispered.

"Oh yeah, take her v card and dump her ass, Benson. You sound like a real douche," Sam scoffed.

"I'm not lying, Sammy! She wants to know where I am at all times! Even when I'm hanging out with you guys? She's worse than my mother sometimes!" Grabbing their things, the duo made their way towards their first class.

"Isn't she a keeper?" Sam took a step closer to Freddie.

"I think you should know she hates you compared to Carly," Freddie said with a roll of his eyes.

"Don't they all? I bet you haven't dated anyone as long as you've dated me. I bet no other girl knows your weakness," Sam whispered into his ear, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. She felt him shudder under her touch. Glancing over his shoulder, she saw a petite brunette stomp her way towards them.

"FREWARD BENSON!" the brunette shrilled.

Sam watched how the girl's black skirt swayed around her knees and her white tank top pooled at her waist. She had fair dark brown curls that were past her chest and angry coal eyes that glared at Sam from across the hall. "Incoming," Sam muttered, taking a step away from Freddie. Sam violently turned Freddie's body to face the wrath of his girlfriend while he just smiled at the brunette.

When she stopped dead in her tracks, he approached the fuming girl. Tucking his arm around her waist, he kissed her cheek. "Good morning, Sarah."

Sam could see in Sarah's expression that the brunette was taken by surprise. Sarah watched Sam smirk and shot the blonde a glare. Turning back to Freddie, Sarah pushed on the tips of her toes and kissed him. Pulling away, she said, "Baby, you didn't text me back this morning telling me to be aware of the blonde headed leech." Sam pretended not to hear. "Anyway, are we still on for Brad's party tonight? I have the perfect dress!" Sam watched Sarah squeal in Freddie's ear as he tried not to twitch away from her. Sam stifled her laughter behind her hand.

Walking past the couple, Sam snickered in Sarah's ear, "I'll see you later penguin."

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During lunch, Sam sat alone at the group's usual table. Carly had previously texted her that she would be there a little late and Freddie was nowhere to be found since Sam walked past him and Sarah earlier this morning. She pulled her three fat cakes out from her paper bag and realized that was all she had in there. She heard heavy footsteps approach her by the time she finished the first fat cake. Looking up, she saw Gibby staring at her.

"What's up, Gibster?" Sam said through the last bite of her fat cake.

He grimaced, "Have you heard?"

"Have I heard what?"

"Freddie caught Sarah and Shane making out behind the bleachers on the football field." Sam felt her mouth hang. With a shuffle, Gibby sat down across from her.

"What?" She spit out.

"Yeah, he saw them last period during gym. He's heartbroken."

"Hey guys, what's up?" Sam watched Carly happily bounce in an empty seat next to Gibby. Carly retrieved her lunch from her backpack and glanced between Gibby and Sam. Her smile wavered. "What's going on?"

Sam sighed heavily as Gibby shifted to face her. "Well…" he started.

"Benson found penguin behind the bleachers last period with Shane," Sam told her bluntly.

Carly was stunned. "Well where is he now?" She sputtered.

"I haven't seen him since he bolted from class," Gibby said sympathetically.

Sam rose from her seat. "I bet I know where he is." She grabbed the remaining of her lunch and headed out.

"Wait, Sam! Where are you going?" Carly called out.

"Don't worry about it! I'll see you after school," Sam smiled back.

Sam paraded through the halls and made her way to a secluded staircase. She checked to see if anyone important was watching her, no one was, and shut the door behind her. The stairs led to the roof of the building. Sam knew Freddie came here when he was feeling down. She found him up here a lot after his break up with Carly, or any other girl who broke his heart. She reached the top and pushed the heavy iron door open. She found him a couple of seconds later sitting in the shade and watching students on the football field.

"Nice view, Benson," Sam joked.

"What do you want, Sam?" he muttered.

"I heard about Shane and penguin," Sam told him.

"What about them?"

"I know what she did. I could've told you myself she was no good. In fact, I distinctly remember actually telling you."

"Yeah…well…whatever Puckett."

Sam pulled her last fat cake out of her bag and broke it in half. Shoving half in his face, Sam watched him break into a smirk, "Fat Cake?" She smiled as he took it out of her hand.

"Thanks, Princess Puckett."

"You know, I can always get out the old butter sock at tonight's party," Sam suggested.

He laughed. "That's okay. I'm not sure if I want to go anymore."

"Chiz Fredifer, you're letting the evil penguin stand in your way of having fun before graduation?"

"Well, how can I show up without a date? That'll just be weird and everyone will know we're broken up by then."

"Don't look at me; I'm not going as your date. But I am willing to go with you as friends," Sam suggested.

"Even though we broke up and everyone is just waiting for us to get back together?" he stated sarcastically.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You want a date or not?"

"I thought we were going as friends?" He smirked.

Sam got up to leave. "Heartbroken my ass."

He grabbed her wrist. "I'll pick you up at seven."

Sam threw a coy smile at him as she yanked her wrist free from his grip and walked towards the exit.

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"Sam, are you really going to wear that?" Carly motioned to Sam's choice in of outfit for their party that night. Sam had decided to wear some dark skinny jeans, her favorite horizontal stripped red and white top and some black ankle heel boots. Carly, on the other hand, was wearing a frilly blue dress that ended above her knees but with an extremely low scoop and short sleeves.

"What's wrong with my outfit? I thought I looked fine!" Sam pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Sam, this party is the last party of the year before graduation! It's a big deal and I'm not letting you go so casual!" Carly pointed out. Sam groaned. Smiling, Carly pulled Sam towards her closet. "Come on, I have the perfect dress for you to wear."

Sam watched Carly rummage through her closet until she pulled out a strapless tight black dress with deep red hues. Carly threw it at Sam. "I'm not wearing this."

"Oh yes you are. I'll even let you keep those boots," Carly said while she pushed Sam into the bathroom. Sam groaned loudly as she heard the door click shut behind her. Seeing as how Carly was not giving her any other option, she slipped into Carly's idea of a dress. Moments later, Sam found that leaving the bathroom, Carly was no longer in the room. She began to rummage through Carly's socks and tights to find a pattern she liked. Finally feeling decent, Sam exited Carly's room and made her way to the elevators. She could hear the voices behind the closed elevator doors. The faint ding ringed in her ears as she watched the doors slide up. Stepping out, she felt the room grow quiet. She saw Carly smirk at her from a position on the stool, Gibby motioned Freddie to turn around and Sam watched how his expression changed. It grew from curiosity to excitement.

Carly jumped up from her spot and fixed the dress Sam wore. "Told you it would look better than what you had on. You look gorgeous Sam," she smiled at Sam.

Sam put her hands on her hips and twirled. "I look hot, don't I?"

Freddie smirked as Gibby approached Sam. "Sam, where'd you get those tights?"

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Never mind the tights! Look at the dress!" Freddie praised.

"Benson, you need to shut up," Sam grinned. He pulled the blonde into a hug, letting his arms drape her shoulders.

"Well, I see you're doing much better since your break up, Freddie," Carly smiled.

"I thought you guys were just going as friends?" Gibby questioned.

"We are," Freddie and Sam answered together. Sam gave him an equally strange look as they separated.

"We need to stop doing that," Sam muttered. Freddie smirked as he adjusted his brown leather jacket over his loose blue vertically stripped button up. There was a knock on the door and Carly squealed, running to answer it. Opening it, Carly jumped to hug the boy.

"JORDAN!" Carly squealed. Sam watched him bury his face in her hair with a smile.

"Hey Carly," he said. He had curly brown hair, deep set brown eyes and a warm smile. He wore a simple purple button up over faded jeans. He was Carly's usual type; tall, dark, handsome, and smart. "You ready to go?"

Carly couldn't keep that goofy smile off her face. "Sure! Let's go guys."

Sam shook her head with a laugh. Freddie grabbed his keys from the counter and the group exited the Shay's apartment. They split up when Carly joined Jordan in his car as Sam and Gibby piled in Freddie's. Gibby and Freddie held a conversation about the new PearPhone hitting stores in a month. Sam rolled her eyes at the amount of enthusiasm she held. With a sly smirk, Sam decided to have some fun on the way to the party.

Sliding into the seat directly behind Freddie, she pressed her nails lightly against the base of his neck. She watched as his eyes quickly shifted to his rearview mirror and back to focus, but he never cut the conversation he held with Gibby. After a few minutes of running her nails all across the base of his neck, Sam grew tired and decided to rub his ear. She blew lightly onto it and watched him shudder slightly. He pulled into an empty space and parked his car. Gibby clicked his seatbelt off and sped out of the car and into the house. Smiling, Sam excited the car.

"Sam," she heard behind her. She felt a warm hand grab her wrist and flipped her around. In seconds, he had her cornered against the door of his car.

She gasped in surprise. "What?"

"What was all of that in the car?" He demanded.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about, Fredhead."

He growled into her bare shoulder. "Sam, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"You mean this?" Sam racked her nails across his scalp, his eyes rolling in result.

"Sam…" he murmured.

Smiling, she leaned into him. Clutching onto his leather jacket, she said, "Sorry Freddie, but we broke up, remember? I left your sorry ass."

He pressed his lips against her neck. "That's not what I remember. I distinctly recall that it was mutual…and you couldn't keep those amazing lips off of me in the elevator either."

Shoving him away, Sam strutted towards the door. She heard Freddie's feet quickly catch her pace. He smiled at her and rang the doorbell. It was pointless, really. The music was so loud, the door rattled. A few seconds passed when Brad answered the door, an arm around Wendy.

"Hey guys! Welcome! Come in!" He smiled. Sam watched him whisper something in Wendy's ear and she giggled. He opened the door even wider for Freddie and Sam to stroll in to a world of chaos. Kids were socializing in the kitchen, dancing on every space available in the living room and lingering everywhere else. Sam spotted Carly in the kitchen drinking punch and giggling with Jordan. Freddie had left her side and wandered somewhere beyond her vision. Sam made her way towards the kitchen and grabbed herself a beer. Smirking, she spotted a couple of guys eyeing her and decided to work the room.

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Sam woke up to check all the tagged pictures that had somehow made their way to SplashFace over night since the party. Groaning, she slammed the laptop shut. "Fuck." She covered her face with her hands. The pictures flashed through her brain like a bad slide show; Freddie's smiling face, Carly making out in the back corner of the photos, Gibby shirtless. The pictures weren't bad, per say, Sam was just grinding and twerking in a lot of them with only one person: Fredward Benson. Sam was clearly not in the correct state of mind throughout the night. After some self-loathing and pity, she got up and grabbed her navy blue graduation gown and mortarboard. Throwing them in a bag, she made her way out of her room and towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Pam Puckett slurred from her position underneath the blankets on the couch.

"Out. Graduation's tonight, remember?" Sam muttered. Sam knew her mom would forget; she always does.

"Oh yeah, I can't make that. I have a prior engagement," Pam said slowly.

"Whatever," Sam spat as she left. Walking the couple of blocks to Carly's made her reflect on the past years at Ridgeway. She still hadn't heard from the colleges in California and she was starting to lose some hope. Ignoring Lewbert's cries of agony as she trudged her way through his lobby, Sam was at Carly's door in a matter of seconds. Flinging the door open, Sam caught the attention of Carly as she was zipping her robe closed.

"Ready?" Sam smiled at her best friend as Carly approached her. Carly helped Sam throw the gown on and adjust the mortarboard on top of her unruly golden curls.

"Of course!" Carly giggled back. Mrs. Benson was adjusting Freddie's mortarboard as he struggled to be freed.

Spencer came running into the room with his camera in his hand. "I found it, I found it!"

"Oh good, Spencer, you found the camera. Now children, get together so we can take a picture before we leave," Mrs. Benson said sweetly. Freddie smiled and wedged himself between Carly and Sam and threw an arm around both of them.

"This is as close to a girl you're going to get, Benson," Sam muttered as Carly laughed from her end.

"Whatever you say, Sammy," he chuckled as Spencer snapped the picture.

Gibby charged through the door a few seconds later, looking confused as ever. "Did I miss the picture yet?"

"Just by a minute, Gib. But we can take another one," Freddie suggested.

"Just one more, since the battery is almost out," Spencer warned.

"Well, that means it's going to be extra special!" Carly squealed.

"Ready, one…two…three…SAY CHEESE!" Spencer shouted from behind the camera as the flash blinded the teenager's eyes. Sam looked around at the positions everyone was in after Spencer announced that he had the shot. Freddie was leaning into her, his hands around her waist, smiling down at her with his other hand around Gibby's shoulders. Gibby had lifted Carly and she threw her head back. One leg was in the air and the other in Gibby's arms, while Gibby held a smirk on his face.

"This is going to be the best summer of our lives!" Gibby shouted as the kids grabbed their things and left the Shay's apartment, heading towards the last time they had to step into Ridgeway ever again.

Can't wait to see what everyone thought! Next chapter should be up between Monday and Wednesday! Thanks for reading (and hopefully reviewing)! I enjoy reading thought out reviews; they bring joy to my heart and appreciation cookies for all!