Okay so I know this might be a little lame and I know I have a bunch of stories going on right now but I just couldn't help myself. Bear with me! I hope you enjoy this new story though.

"Sam!" Carly yelled for her best friend, fast walking excitedly down the hall. She saw the blonde standing at her locker, eating out of a bag of chips and arguing animatedly with Freddie.

"Sam!" Carly yelled again once she reached her two bickering friends.

"Sup Carles," Sam greeted before turning back and continuing her argument with Freddie.

"SAM!" Carly started jumping up and down, annoyed, waiting for them to stop arguing so she could tell them her great news.

"Huh? Oh sorry. Go away nubby. What's up?" Sam waved Freddie off and then turned away from him to stare completely at Carly. Freddie rolled his eyes and waved at Carly before walking across the hall to talk to Gibby, leaving the girls to their girl talk.

"Guess who just asked me out!" Carly exclaimed, getting right back to her happy and excited state.

"Umm... Germy?" Sam joked, throwing more chips into her mouth.

"Um no. Here let me give you a hint. He's on the basketball team and he's in two of your classes. Oh and his name starts with Aaron and ends with Mitchell!"

"Aaron Mitchell asked you out!" Sam's eyes widened and she spit all of the chips out of her mouth, watching them fall to the ground, and began jumping too.

"Yes! Just ten minutes ago!" Carly ignored the spit take and continued jumping.

"Oh my ham, Carles! Aaron Mitchell is a total hottie! I would bake cookies on his face!"

"I know!"

"Whoa whoa, I hate to interrupt this 'hottie' session, but are we walking together?" Freddie approached the girls again, ignoring Sam's glaring eyes.

"I have detention." Sam said,

"Remember, we're rehearsing for iCarly at six." Carly told her, letting the date conversation drop, momentarily.

"Yeah yeah, I'll be there." Sam dismissed, picking her bag up and walking down the hall.

"You ready?" Freddie asked, hoisting his backpack up.

"Can I tell you about my date tomorrow?"

Freddie sighed, "Sure,"

"Then yeah, I'm ready."

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Not too long later, Freddie and Carly were going their separate ways. Freddie went home to do some chores and work on stuff on his computer before rehearsal that night. Carly said goodbye to him and opened the door to her apartment.

Once inside, all she saw were boxes all over the apartment. Some of them were full of things and some had labels on the side, Kitchen Things. Small Sculptures. Spoons. (The Shay's had a large amount of spoons...).

Carly looked around, confusion etched all over her face, and then called out for her brother, "Spencer!"

She saw him come out from behind a very large box that she figured was for one of his bigger sculptures. At the moment, her best guess for the situation was that he was selling all of his sculptures and paintings and artworks to some big art gallery or something.

"Hey Carles!" He greeted her happily, turning around to look in another box.

"Umm... Spence?" She asked.

He didn't catch on, "Yeah kiddo?"

"What's up with the boxes?" She demanded, finally unable to contain her nonchalant and patient demeanor.

"Oh yeah!" Spencer exclaimed as if he'd just remembered the boxes were there, "We're moving!"

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Carly blinked, her eyes flickering open to see a concerned Spencer looking down at her. She felt pain in her head and looking up at the ceiling, she realized she was on the ground.

"Spence? What happened?" She asked, leaning up and rubbing her hurting head.

"Well, when I told you the good news, you fainted."

"Good new-" And then it came back to her and she knew exactly why she had fainted. She quickly stood up and glared at her brother.

"SPENCER!"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"Moving? What are you talking about moving?"

"Aaahhh," He said coolly, nodding his head finally understanding why she was so mad.

"Don't 'Aaahhh' me, sounding all nonchalant. Answer the question!" Carly snapped, crossing her arms.

"Well you know things have been tough lately. My art hasn't been selling and I haven't found any art jobs. But I found one, a permanent one."

"One that requires moving? Where?"

"Ohio."

"OHIO! What is this great job in Ohio?"

"It's in a small town named Lima. And it's a great job, at a gallery. They're paying me to make them art stuff. And then I get eighty percent of the profit!"

"And you can't find a job like that in Seattle?"

"In one of the galleries here?" Spencer asked, giving her a look.

"Yeah that might not be such a good idea," Carly admitted, and then flopped down onto the couch with her eyes closed and covered her face with her hand.

She felt the couch shift and Spencer sink down next to her and pat her shoulder, "Carles, it'll be okay. Things will get better, we'll have more money. And you can come visit whenever you want or your friends can come visit us."

Carly pouted and removed her hand, looking at her brother with a sad look, "But Spence, it just won't be the same. What about iCarly?"

"Well, I don't know kiddo. Just think about it okay. I start work and you start school on Tuesday. We'll leave this weekend. I put some boxes in your room. I'm sorry kiddo. But it'll be fine."

"I sure do hope so, Spencer."

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"CARLY!" Sam shouted, letting herself into the Shay apartment. She slammed the door and headed straight to the refrigerator, not even noticing the boxes that were scattered all over the apartment.

"STUDIO!" She heard Carly yell back In a voice that wasn't quite... Carly. It was more... sad. Sam quickly pulled a ham, the one she'd been dreaming about all day, out of the fridge and headed up stairs to the studio.

When she entered the studio, she saw that Freddie was already there, looking at Carly with a confused expression.

"Hey Sam," Carly greeted her. She sounded off though, and Sam noticed immediately. She sounded... sad... nervous.

"Carles, what's wrong?" Sam asked, stepping closer to her friend and putting a hand on her shoulder, "What happened?"

"I have to tell you two something," Carly squeaked, avoiding their eyes. Freddie stepped around and stood next to Sam, both facing Carly.

"What is it Carly?" Freddie asked calmly, giving her a concerned look.

"I'm..." Carly hung her head and closed her eyes, "I'm moving."

The room was quiet for a while, a long while. Carly stood, her head hung in shame, waiting for their reactions. Sam had gone completely still, her hand still clamped onto Carly's shoulder, and her expression frozen.

Freddie began pacing, his feet making quiet thumping sounds on the wood floor. The silence in the room was deafening and Carly felt as if she might explode from the intensity looming in the air.

"Say something," She whispered, finally looking up to see the pacing Freddie and the frozen Sam.

Sam's body unfroze and, for a second, her eyes glanced up at Carly's and she could see the pain resting in her eyes. Sam quickly looked away though, turning around and walking toward the bean bag chairs.

"What do you want me to say, Carles?" She said quietly, plopping down onto one of the bean bag chairs. She set her ham down, suddenly losing her appetite.

"I don't know! Something!" Carly pleaded, sitting down on the bean bag chair next to Sam's. "You're my best friend..."

"Best friends don't leave each other." Sam shot back, her voice sounding slightly angry.

"Sam, you know if I had a choice I would stay here."

"Why don't you?"

"Where would I live?"

"With me!" Sam exclaimed, receiving a look from Carly. "Yeah, that might not be such a good idea. But we can figure something out!"

Carly shook her head sadly, "We can't. There's nothing we can do about it. But think about it, you can come down and visit all the time! And we can video chat and I'll call you every day..." She trailed off, trying to brighten her voice, but failing.

"I don't know Carles..." Sam sighed. Carly wrapped both of her arms around her and Sam returned the gesture, neither of them letting go.

"We'll be fine..." Carly soothed, patting Sam's back.

"I guess. Where are you... going to anyway?"

"Um, Lima Ohio. Spencer says I'll be going to McKinley high."

Suddenly, Sam pushed Carly away and jumped up. She smiled at Carly excitedly, nearly bursting with hope and excitement. Before Carly could ask what she was doing, Sam whipped her phone out, typed in a number, and held it up to her ear.

"Hey Mom, remember Cousin Sue?" Carly heard her say into the phone. She stood up and looked at Sam curiously. She listened to Sam's end of the conversation.

"Yeah yeah, Mom, I know I know, she's just so evil right?" Sam rolled her eyes, "But anyway, doesn't she coach that snooty cheerleading squad in Ohio?"

Carly smiled hopefully at Sam, finally getting the picture.

"Well... do you want to get revenge on her for being so evil?"

"We could move there! And then you can torture her daily as payback for what she did to you! Think about it Mom, and Carly's moving there so I'll barely be home!"

Carly and Sam smiled excitedly at each other. Carly put her hands on Sam's shoulders and waited for Pam's response. Sam nodded, as Pam said something on the other side.

"Okay, yeah yeah, we'll talk about it when I get home... Yeah, bye," Sam snapped her phone shut and smiled even wider at Carly.

"She said yes?" Carly asked hopefully.

"She said that it's a great idea and we'll talk about it when I get home. I'm pretty sure it's a yes because she said she knows the perfect job down there too."

"OHMYGOSH!"

"I KNOW!" Carly and Sam started jumping up and down, throwing their arms around each other and squeezing tight.

They were so caught up in the good news that they had forgotten about Freddie, who had stopped pacing and was now looking at the girls.

"Do you two want me to come with you?" He asked, causing them to break apart and look at him.

"Yeah Freddie, that would be awesome," Carly said, "But... how?"

Freddie gave Sam a pointed look. She shook her head and threw her hands up. "Yeah, Yeah Fredball. It would take too much work to find a new nub boy anyway."

Freddie rolled his eyes and then smirked at the girls, "In that case, I have a plan."

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"Okay Ted, ya ready?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Sam, I know what I'm supposed to do. Now you three go to the AV room where you can watch the whole meeting in there. Freddie already set it up so it's already on."

Carly nodded, "Thanks again Principal Franklin, it means so much to all three of us."

Principal Franklin patted her shoulder, "No problem Carly. I'm really going to miss you three but seeing iCarly continue will be worth it. Just make sure you mention me every once in a while..."

"Of course," Freddie agreed quickly.

"Aw, Ted, don't miss me too much. I took your cell phone number and I have your email address." Sam smirked.

Principal Franklin sighed, "Would it make any difference if I asked you use that information wisely and responsibly?"

"Probably not."

"Well, maybe since we have your email address, we could video call you during iCarly and you can be on the show sometime." Carly suggested quickly, hoping to steer the conversation in a good direction. She nudged Sam.

"That would be wonderful. Well you all better go." He walked them to the door.

"Good luck!" Freddie called as they walked down the hall to the AV/announcement room. "He'll need it," He mumbled under his breath.

Ten minutes later, at exactly 1pm, Ms. Benson stepped into Principle Franklin's office.

"Hello Principal Franklin, I'm Marrissa Benson." She greeted him once she walked in. He stood from his desk and walked around and shook her hand.

"Hello Ms. Benson, I'm Principal Franklin and-"

"Is my FreddieBear okay? Did something happen to him?" She interrupted.

Principal Franklin shook his head, "No, Ms. Benson, Freddie is just fine. And he did nothing wrong. I'm actually here to talk to you about a great opportunity that has been offered to Freddie. But first, please have a seat." He held his hand out toward the chair across from his. As Ms. Benson walked toward the chair he quickly walked around the desk to the other side. He sat down and made sure he could see the computer screen, which had a chat box open that Carly, Sam, and Freddie were IM'ing him advice on.

"Okay Principal Franklin, what's this about?" Ms. Benson prodded.

"Well, as you know, Freddie's grades are very very impressive and he's doing great here at Ridgeway, but I think he could be doing better." He started.

"What are you saying?" Ms. Benson asked suspiciously.

"Ms. Benson, I'm going to be honest with you. This school isn't right for Freddie. Too many kids here are getting caught up in drugs, and all of the clubs are being torn apart, we don't offer the classes that would surely make your son succeed. And I think Freddie deserves better, don't you?"

Ms. Benson thought for a moment, "Well, yes I do. My FreddieBear deserves the best. But Principal, what school do you think would be better for him?"

Principal Franklin smiled and pulled a few papers out of a stack on his desk. The papers had information Freddie had typed up about McKinley High and it's 'extra safety precautions'. Ms. Benson looked over the papers for a moment.

"Oh my! This McKinley High has the best medical and security systems I have ever seen. And the grade point level average is so high!"

"So," Principal Franklin said, "Are you interested?"

"Of course I am! Where do I sign up?"

"Now now, Ms. Benson, be aware that this school is in Ohio-"

"I don't care! This is the school my Fredward needs. It will teach him so much! Where do I sign up?"

Principal Franklin smiled and glanced at his computer screen, seeing a message pop up from Carly, Freddie, and Sam.

Yay! Thank you so much! Time to pack, we are McKinley High bound :)

He could almost feel their smiles from all the way down the hall.