A lot of you wanted a sequel to iGo To Six Flags, so here it is!

DISCLAIMER: iDon't own iCarly.

Chapter 1:

"FINALLY!" Sam Puckett ran into the Shay's apartment and jumped on the couch. "IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE HOME!"

"Sam, this isn't even your house," Carly laughed at her best friend.

"Well I live here more than at my house, so it pretty much is my house," Sam argued.

"Uh, a little help here guys?" The girls turned to see Freddie trying to lug Sam's bags into the apartment (Since Sam refused to carry her own bags).

Sam looked at her new boyfriend and took some pity on him. "Fine…" She groaned.

She took the smallest of the many bags and brought it in.

"Gee, thanks a lot," Freddie mumbled as he managed to drag the rest of them in.

Spencer came skipping in with his new pet beavecoon, Wazzy, in tow.

"Okay Wazzy, this is your new home now," Spencer said in a baby voice. He opened Wazzy's cage and let the creature roam around the apartment.

"Spencer, you said that you'd keep that thing in your room!" Carly scolded.

Spencer made a face and ran out of the apartment to retrieve the rest of their bags.

Sam went over to Wazzy and picked him up. "Awww, he's like a little meatloaf… except bigger…" She cooed.

Freddie scoffed. "She treats that thing better than she treats me!"

Wazzy hissed at him, which made them all laugh.

Sam put Wazzy down and strolled over to Freddie. "That's not true, I don't do this to Wazzy…" Sam stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed him on the lips.

"All is forgiven," Freddie smiled.

Later that night, Spencer made them some spaghetti tacos (even Wazzy ate some) as they discussed the highlights of their trip to New Jersey. Sam and Freddie showed Spencer and Carly the picture of them from Six Flags. Carly and Spencer told them about Socko's grandmother. Everybody was having a great time being back home, until someone burst though the front door.

"FREDWARD BENSON, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

They all groaned. It was Mrs. Benson.

"Mom, I can explain-"

"I COME BACK FROM MY TICK BATH LOVERS CONVENTION IN CANADA AND SEE THAT YOU'RE NOT HOME, SO I HAD TO CALL THE POLICE UNTIL I REALIZED THAT I CHIPPED YOU, SO I TRACKED YOUR CHIP AND SEE THAT YOU'RE WITH THESE PEOPLE AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HOME IN DAYS AND-"

"I'm sorry!" Freddie interrupts, "It's just that uh, um…" He looked at the others for help.

Spencer decides to be the adult here and stands up. "Look, Mrs. Benson, I know that you're not going to be happy about this, but I took him on a trip to New Jersey and he went on Kingda Ka at Six Flags Great Adventure." Everybody looked at him sharply. There was no need to mention that he went on a dangerous rollercoaster.

Mrs. Benson stood there in shock for a minute. "Kingda Ka… isn't that the fastest and tallest rollercoaster in the world?" Her voice was growing more panicked with each word.

"Um… yes?" Freddie squeaked.

"OH MY GOODNESS! MY BABY… OH MY GOODNESS! FREDWARD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" She cried. "Now I'm going to have to give you multiple baths of different sorts!"

Everybody, besides Freddie, was having trouble keeping a straight face.

"Mom, please-"

"Come along, we're going home!" She walked briskly across the apartment and grabbed Freddie's arm.

"Woah woah woah lady, you can't just come in here and take Freddie away!" Sam jumped up and grabbed Freddie's other arm.

"Oh yeah? Just who do you think you are, missy?" Mrs. Benson said sassily.

Sam smirked at her. "Well, I happen to be your precious Freddie's girlfriend,"

Freddie groaned. "Aw great…"

Mrs. Benson stood frozen for a moment before slowly turning to Freddie. "You… are… dating… this delinquent?"

Freddie stood a little straighter. "Yeah, I am! And there's nothing you can do about it, Mom."

Tears came to Mrs. Benson eyes. "My little Freddie-bear is growing up!" She grabbed a napkin from the table and loudly blew her nose into it.

Freddie started to feel a little bad. "Don't cry, Mom… Sam's not that bad. Now that we're dating, she doesn't really hurt me anymore. Right, Sam?"

Sam, who had gone back to her dinner, looked up. With a mouth full of food, she said, "Right!"

Carly decided to bud in. "Yeah, Mrs. Benson, she acts a lot nicer to him now."

Mrs. Benson glared at her. "Well, at least Sam didn't push my son under a Mexican food truck!" She spat nastily.

Carly shrank down into her sit, peeved that Mrs. Benson still hated her for that little 'incident'.

"Mom, for the millionth time, that wasn't her fault! And I'm almost 17 now; I should be allowed to date who ever I want!"

Mrs. Benson looked at them all. "Well, I suppose if she treats my little Freddie well, then it's okay. But I'm keeping my eye on you…" She threatened. She looked at Sam eating her spaghetti tacos messily and added, "And one day I'll be teaching you proper table manners!"

And with that, Mrs. Benson stormed out of the apartment.

"Well, she took it better than I thought she would," Freddie stated.

They all nodded in agreement and went back to eating.

After dinner, Carly went up to her room to unpack and call Logan, who was moving to Seattle next weekend, while Spencer brought Wazzy to his room to get him settled.

So that left Sam and Freddie alone in the living room.

Freddie put his arm around Sam. "I'm sorry about my crazy mother," He chuckled.

"Well, my mom's crazy too, so I know how you feel."

Freddie laughed. "Maybe we actually do have something in common!"

Sam lightly laughed along but seemed distracted.

Freddie noticed. "What's the matter?" Freddie asked, concerned.

"I'm just worried about tomorrow…"

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"Spring break is over tomorrow, Freddie. (Yes, they were off for spring break, I just forgot to mention it :P) That means we go back to school… and we'll be a couple this time. I'm nervous about everybody's reactions," Sam whispered.

Freddie nodded, he hadn't thought of that yet. "You're right… but, who cares what they think? As long as I'm with you I'm happy."

Sam laughed for real this time and lightly punched his shoulder. "You're such a sap, Freddly."

Freddie rubbed his arm and made a sad face. "Ow… Sam, that hurt! Can you kiss it to make it better?" He asked innocently.

Sam kissed his arm and pushed him off the couch.

Freddie landed on his butt with a thud. "Ow! Now my butt hurts!"

"I'm not kissing that," Sam giggled.

A/N: I feel like I always have Mrs. Benson on a rampage in my stories, haha!

Anyways, I hope that this didn't disappoint! I hope you're all happy that I finally made a sequel. ; )

Tell me if it's good so far! :D