The living room of the Shay apartment, Seattle, Washington, Thursday evening

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Carly sat on her couch, a pamphlet in her hands, pouting down at it. Sam lay back next to her, her feet over the back edge, examining her toes.

"How much do you wanna bet I can play Violin Hero with my feet?" Sam asked.

Carly whacked Sam on the shin with the pamphlet. "This is serious. You got yourself shipped across the country."

"Hey, it's not my fault I got arrested again."

"Yes it is! You poured your smoothie over a cop's head!"

"I didn't know he was a cop!"

"It was 'Pee-on-Carl'! How could you have not recognized him?!"

Sam sighed. "Yeah, that guy never had a sense of humor." She flipped over to sit upright. "Maybe you could apply to come, too. Private schools love you."

Carly sighed. "Right. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Spencer."

"Oh, come on, he's, like, old. He'd be fine."

Spencer came running from his bedroom carrying something under a cloth. "Sam! Sam! Look, I made you a going away present!" He whipped the cloth off and held it out proudly.

Carly and Sam tilted their heads as they looked at it.

"What is it?"

"It's a sculpture of you two! See?" The sculpture included two little found-plastic figures in a little model of the iCarly studio. "And look, I even made the monitor work!" He flicked a switch on the back. The sculpture caught fire.

Sam glanced at Carly. ". . . Okay, so you have a point."

[ooc: NFB what with not in Fandom yet. For the canon-mate.]

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"I am not," Freddie protested, relaxing a bit when he didn't hear the voice of his mother right outside the apartment door.

"But apparently aggressive parenting dot com told her that it was important private school preparation. Don't even get me started on--"

He sniffed the air.

"Did Spencer set something on fire again?"

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"He made me a going away present," Sam explained.

"I can't believe you're both leaving me!" Carly flopped back melodramatically on the couch. "I'm going to have to spend all my time hanging out with Gibby!"

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"It wasn't my idea," Freddie said, walking over. "Believe me, I tried everything to stay in Seattle. I even tried to argue that my mom wouldn't be able to make sure I double-poo during each shower if I'm in Virginia. But even that didn't work."

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Sam snickered. "'Double-poo.'"

"Sam, you're not helping," said Carly.

"So what else is new?" Sam shrugged, kicking her feet up on the coffee table again. "'Sides, at least this way we can still do iCarly, right?"

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"That's true," Freddie reluctantly admitted. "All we have to do is get one of my friends from the AV Club to do camerawork in the studio, and we could hook up a connection to voice-chat via Zaplook so we'd be able to coordinate better than that time you two refused to perform in the same room."

He headed towards the kitchen. "Anyone else want a Peppy Cola?"

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"Sure," said Carly.

Sam worked her hand like a puppet. "Blah, blah, nubby blah. Don't need the details, Fredward. Just need to know it'll work."

"You should be nicer to him," Carly said. "He's going to be the only person you know at that school."

"But making fun of Freddie relaxes me!"

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"It'll work," Freddie said, coming back from the fridge. He handed Carly one of the two Peppy Cola cans he'd grabbed. "And Carly, don't worry about it. It's not even like it hurts my feelings. You know how you get a callous on your foot when you keep walking on the same part? Well I've got a Sam-callous. She has to go above and beyond her obnoxiousness to actually hurt me."

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"Duly noted," said Sam. Really, it was as if Freddie had just issued her a challenge.

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"Oh great," Freddie said. "I just doomed myself."

He sighed and shook his head. "Are you sure you can't come too? I mean, Spencer can probably take care of himself for... okay, no, he probably can't."

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"NOOOOO!" Spencer's voice wafted out of his room. He came running out, flaming sculpture in hand again, and barreled through to the sink to put it out. "Hi Freddie! Noooooooo!"

"He really can't," Sam said. She moved over to throw an arm around Freddie's neck -- more chokehold than hug. "Guess we're stuck with each other."

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A very worried expression crossed Freddie's face.

"Yaaaaaay."

There was no enthusiasm in his voice.