Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I have some stuff, but iCarly isn't on the list of things I own.

A/N: I know I have another story in progress right now, but I couldn't stop thinking about this idea! Here's the first chapter. I know it isn't much, but I still hope you readers like it!I'll be doing my best to update this as often as I can. Tell me what you think and as always leave reviews for me! Suggestions, questions, random thoughts are welcome...just no flames, please :)

The News

"I'm back from Carly's!" Sam yelled as she walked inside. It was late, probably ten, but Sam knew her mom really wouldn't care considering she had been at Carly's.

"Sam, I need to talk to you." Pam said from her spot in the living room.

Sam frowned at how serious she sounded. "What is it?"

"You know I've been dating Steven for a while now."

Sam made a face. She had always been disgusted by Pam's dating habits, but never said anything. It wasn't as if Pam would listen to her anyways. Besides, Steven seemed decent enough. He was the same guy that she had called and said Pam was hit by a bus. In exchange for a bunny, Sam called Steven back and explained to him that Pam really didn't get hit by a bus. "Yes, Mom, I think I've know that for a while."

Pam ignored Sam's sarcasm. "Well, we got to talking about some things..."

"Aw man, did he break up with you? Or did you break up with him?"

"No, Sam! Stop interrupting."

"Then stop using dramatic pauses!"

Pam glared at Sam but said nothing in retaliation. "Fine, we came up with the idea that I'm going to sell our house and move in with him."

Sam raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Good for you, Mom. Maybe you've finally landed the jackpot."

Pam grinned. "Yeah...I think he might really be the one."

"So when are you moving in with him?"

"We're moving in next week."

"I thought you were going to let me get my own apartment."

"Sam, once you can get a job, hold that job, and learn to pay bills, then you can get an apartment."

Sam scowled, knowing Pam was right. "It isn't far right? I don't want to move away completely from everyone."

"No, it's just fifteen minutes away from here. You'll still be able to walk to Carly's, go to school at Ridgeway and do all the other things you usually do." Pam stood up. "I've already put some boxes in your room. Just fill those up and we'll start moving them in."

Sam leaned further down in the couch. She didn't want to pack because she knew that consisted of work.

"Oh! Forgot to mention Steven's got a son. Please try not to scare the kid."

Sam smirked. Maybe she could have fun with this move.

"Freddie, I need to talk with you." Mrs. Benson said.

Freddie groaned. "Mom, is this about cleaning my ears? I don't need them cleaned anymore." he put the TV on mute to listen to his mom.

"It isn't about that. Have a seat, please." Mrs. Benson patted the chair beside her.

Freddie put on a worried look. "What is it?" he asked as he sat down. "Is everything all right?"

"Well...yes. Everything is fine."

"Then what's wrong?"

Mrs. Benson sighed heavily. "There was a huge promotion at work. Two thousand dollar increase on the paycheck, less hours, and more vacation time. I found out today I was given the promotion."

"Mom! That's great! I'm happy for you." Freddie said as he gave his mom a hug.

"Yeah...but the promotion also means I have to move."

Freddie looked at his mom with a serious look. "Where to?"

"Spokane, Washington."

Freddie didn't say anything for a bit, letting everything sink in. "So we're moving? But what about school? Carly and Sam? My friends? The webshow?"

"I didn't say you were moving. I'm moving. I know you have all these things here in Seattle, so I was wondering if you would move in with...your father." Mrs. Benson said with a cringe.

Freddie blinked. "You want me to move in with Dad? Wait, let me rephrase that...you're letting me move in with Dad?"

"Please don't make this harder on me!" Mrs. Benson said, on the verge of tears. "I know that you wouldn't be happy in Spokane without all your friends and since your father lives here in
Seattle, I asked him if you could. He said it was all right as long as you wanted to."

"So...I move in with Dad while you move to Spokane?"

"Yes. If you want to."

"Um...okay."

"Was that a yes?"

"Yeah. I'll move in with Dad. When do I need to start packing?"

Mrs. Benson stared at Freddie before bursting into tears and pulling Freddie into a tight hug.

"Mom, I can't breathe!"

"Oh, Freddie. I'm so sorry. It's just...you're growing up so fast!" Mrs. Benson let go and held his shoulders.

"I've been 'growing up so fast' since the day I was born. Remember? That's just how life is."

Mrs. Benson wiped her eyes. "I know. But it feels like just yesterday you were taking your first few steps."

"Before or after you took off the helmet?"

"I wanted to be sure you wouldn't damage your head!"

Freddie shook his head at his mother. "So when are you moving?"

"In about a week and a half since the company is providing me with an apartment. That means you need to start moving by the end of the week. There's some boxes in the storage that you
can use for your stuff."

"You okay about this Mom?"

Mrs. Benson smiled and ruffled Freddie's hair. "As long as you're happy."

Freddie got up. "I'm going to Carly's to tell her and Sam. And don't be sad Mom. Who knows, maybe you'll find a boyfriend." Freddie teased as he walked to the door.

Mrs. Benson grinned. "Maybe I will."

Freddie shook the image of his mom kissing someone while he walked out of the apartment and headed to Carly's. Sam was lying on the floor while Carly was in the kitchen.

"Uh, what are you doing on the floor?"

"Trying to figure out which is better; tile or carpet."

"Why?"

"Spencer wants to take out the rug and put in tile." Carly said from the kitchen. "What's up, Freddie?"

Freddie stared at Sam, still not understanding. He shook his head and sat on the couch. "Nothing. I found out some news."

"I don't care, so don't even start." Sam said, pulling a fat cake out of her pocket and eating it.

"Must you be mean to Freddie?" Carly asked as she pulled something out of the oven.

Freddie smirked. "The world would end once Sam stops picking on me."

Sam chuckled. "Wow, Benson. You actually answered a question that mattered right."

Carly rolled her eyes at their behavior. "So what's the big news?"

"I'm-"

"Oh! Carly! I forgot to tell you! My mom's moving in with her boyfriend." Sam interrupted.

Carly frowned at Sam's interruption and her news. "Her boyfriend for one week?"

"No, they've actually been going steady for a year. It's really weird, but he asked her to move in with him."

"Wow...okay then. Are you moving too?"

"Yeah, she says I have to. I tried to convince her to get me an apartment but she shot down that idea."

"You're sure this is a good idea for you to be moving with her?" Freddie asked.

"I've met the dude a few times and he seems decent enough. He doesn't have a criminal record, so that automatically makes him an okay guy."

"But wouldn't you rather be safe than sorry?" Freddie continued.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Geez, Benson. Do you think my mom would date skeevy guys? Sure she's dated lawyers and tax collectors, but she's never dated anyone who's hurt someone...physically at least."

"It's not far away, right?" Carly asked.

"No. It's probably thirty minutes walking distance from here."

"Oh, well that's not far at all."

"Nope." Sam turned to Freddie. "So what were you going to say, Fredbag?"

"I'm moving too. I'm going to live with my dad."

Sam sat up. "You're leaving?"

"I'm not leaving Seattle. My dad lives really close, so nothing would be changing. I would just live a bit further away."

"Aw, that means you can't spy on Carly anymore from your peep hole." Sam teased.

"Freddie stopped doing that a year ago, right Freddie." Carly said.

"Yeah, Sam. I grew out of my obsession."

Carly frowned. "Well that sounds weird. You were obsessed with me."

"Anyways. I'll see you peoples later. I'm going to go get me some food."

"I made cupcakes, though. You don't want any?"

Sam paused at the door, looking at the cupcakes. "Let me get some bacon, then I'll eat some." she said before walking out the door for her bacon.

"I think you scared her." Carly said as soon as Sam left. She started putting frosting on the cupcakes.

"Why do you say that?" Freddie asked as he took a seat at the bar.

"Didn't you see the way she sat up when you said that you were moving? She looked pretty scared to me..."

"And what are you trying to imply, Carly? That Sam didn't want me moving somewhere far away?" Freddie asked, dipping his finger in the frosting.

Carly glared at him for doing that. "Maybe...you know that a lot of people have moved out of Sam's life. She doesn't want anyone else to move out either. And don't stick your dirty fingers in the frosting!"

"I don't think she'd mind me moving out of her life though." Freddie pointed out.

Carly shook her head. "You really are clueless when it comes to girls."

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing it doesn't already mean. Cupcake?"