Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.

I watched the ugly white block wall, complete with black skid marks from who knows what. The constant monotone of the teacher was beginning to wear on my nerves, and I was counting down the seconds until the bell rang, and school was over. And I mean, over. For good. It was the last day of my senior year of high school, last hour. After this, I never have to set foot in the halls of Ridgeway High School one more time.

I looked over at the bored blonde sitting in the desk next to me. She seemed to sense my stare, so she looked over at me.

"What do you want dork?" she asked, whispering with a hard edge to her tone.

"Nothing. Just bored." I mumbled quietly.

Sam scoffed, and leaned over closer to me, as far as the bar that connected the chair and desk would allow her.

"Five more minutes, and we're done with this crap." She said.

"Still, we've got college." I reminded her.

"Shut up Fredward. I don't need to hear about that right now." She said. "Don't ruin this perfect moment. It's bad enough you're here."

"Harsh." I said quietly, raising my eyebrows.

Before Sam could reply, the teacher cleared her throat, and glared at the two of us. "Puckett, Benson. How many times must I tell the two of you to be quiet." She said.

Sam laughed. "I don't know how many times you've told us. But, it doesn't matter anyways…" but before she could finish, the bell rang. The whole class cheered and ran out of the room. Sam got up quickly, and I was about to follow, but stopped to stare at her.

"You coming dork?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah Puckett." I said, and followed her out of the room.

We successfully navigated our way through a hallway full of screaming kids and flying papers. And, a shirtless Gibby. Once out into the hot Sun, I nudged Sam.

"No more high school." I said.

"Yeah. It's nice isn't it?" She said quietly.

"Yeah." I answered. We walked to my truck in a comfortable silence.

"It would be nice if Carls gave us the time of day." Sam said as she slammed the passenger door.

"She's too wrapped up in, Shane." I said, annoyed.

"No need to state the obvious Benson." She said and smirked.

"No need to act like a freak." I said, smirking back at her.

She hit me on the shoulder. "Just shut up and buy me a smoothie."

"How many times have I heard that statement?" I asked, turning the radio on to Cuttlefish. Sam insisted that was the only CD we listened too, because my other music was too dorky and reminded her of Gibby. I didn't bother to ask what that meant.

"I have no idea. Let's just ditch this place." She said, and settled back into her seat, letting herself fall into the music.

I just grinned, and took off out of the school parking lot, never again having to pull back in. Sam stuck her head out the window and cheered.

"Oh yeah!" she yelled, and couple of other guys yelled back.

I laughed. "What's your plans for the summer, Puckett?"

"Hanging with Carls, maybe you. If you behave." She said, letting her arm fly out the window.

"If I behave? What about you?" I asked, smirking.

She laughed. "I'm not going to disagree with that."

We settled into a comfortable silence. We got to Groovy Smoothie, and Sam ran in, not bothering to wait for me. I followed her, and she was waiting by the counter, impatiently.

"Slow much, dork?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes, and paid for whatever she ordered. T-Bo handed us the order, and we sat at our favorite table. She downed her smoothie, and started to devour a pickle she ordered. I didn't really get the whole pickle/smoothie combination, but Sam had grown to love it.

"So, what are your plans for the summer?" she asked, after she finished her food.

"Same as yours. Just hanging out. Getting ready for college, since I'm already in at Stanford." I said, casually, sipping my smoothie.

She scoffed. "Already in at Stanford…"

"Yeah, I told you that like three weeks ago. I got my acceptance letter." I said. "You know?" She looked at me blankly. "Oh, whatever."

Her eyes brightened. "Oh yeah, now I remembered. You called me at like 5 in the morning, yelling some dorky thing about Stanford University."

I nodded. "Yeah."

She laughed. "I forgot to tell you…"

"Forgot to tell me what?" I asked cautiously. This could be bad news. That's normally what Sam "conveniently" forgot.

"I applied at some colleges the other day." She said.

I raised my eyebrows. "I thought you said college was for dorks and do-gooders?"

"Yeah well, Mamma can change her mind, right?" she said, smirking.

"Where did you apply?" I asked. You had to keep pressing Sam, to eventually get all the information you wanted.

"Oh you know, Washington State, and Stanford." She said, twirling her hair.

"Stanford?" I asked, shocked. I almost spit out my drink.

"Yeah, my grades haven't been too bad the past couple years. You know, since you made me start studying." She said, and rolled her eyes. "And, iCarly had a reputation, you know?"

I nodded slowly, trying to take this all in. Sam applied at Stanford? "Wow." Was all I could choke out.

"Yeah. But, I haven't made it in yet. And, I frankly don't care if I do." She said laughing.

But, before I could respond, a couple beside us, with two kids, was talking really loudly, and Sam and I got distracted, listening to what they were saying.

"It's going to be so nice, to get away from it all. Going on this road trip." The woman said sighing, with a dreamy look on her face.

"You've got that right. The kids will be staying with my mom, and we're going to be all alone." The man said. Then, one of their kids started crying, and they bent over to see what was wrong.

Sam and I sideways glanced at each other. "That would be fun, to get away from everything." She said, resting her head in her hands, her blue eyes staring at me.

"Get away from what? We've got a stress-free summer ahead of us." I asked, curiously.

"Don't you want to do something exciting and adventurous before four years of boring college classes?" she said, her blue eyes shining with excitement.

"Well, yeah." I said slowly.

"Come on. Let's do it." She said standing up.

"Go on a road trip?" I asked.

"Yes!" she said impatiently.

"But, my mom will never let me. Plus, what about Carly? Where would we even go?" I asked and Sam sighed.

"Okay, look. We figure something out with your mother, Carly wants to stay home this summer with Shane, and we could just wing it where we go." She said and pulled me up from my chair. She dragged me outside.

"But, Sam…" I said.

"No buts. We're doing this." She said, an air of finality in her voice. And there was no use arguing with a Puckett.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and please review!