My Best Friend's Wedding

I've watched a few episodes of iCarly with my younger brother, and I kept noticing how Sam and Spencer seem to get a long. This takes place around 10-12 years after the series started. One shot, or a two shot depending on how long it gets. Spam with Creddie undertones…a lot.


Her eyes scanned the merry go round conveyor belt at the airport. She spotted a dark green suitcase and moved to pick it up. She grimaced as she pulled the handle up to roll it. Her legs had been too cramped on the plane ride to Seattle. To think if she had been taller it would have been worse. She silently thanked her mother and father, as both were quite short. At twenty four years old, she was still five foot two. It made her look younger than she was, that's why she wasn't taken seriously by some coworkers. Oh well, what fresh out of college kid was taken seriously their first year of work?

Sam pushed a loose tendril of blonde hair from her messy ponytail. She was tired and fatigued, and sun burnt. She traveled often, camera almost always around her neck. She had gotten a job with National Geographic, but the most exotic place she had been to so far was the Amazon in almost two years.

As she made her way through the crowded airport, she looked around and saw an elderly couple holding hands and talking quietly to each other. Sam smiled sadly, recalling that she'll never have that. She broke up with her boyfriend from college because he wanted to work while she stayed home. She couldn't do that, she needed to travel. It was like breathing.

She exited the airport to find it raining, per usual.

"Ah damn," she muttered, hoisting her messenger bag up onto her shoulder and tightening her grip on the suitcase.

She glanced around, and lifted her arm up in attempt to hail a taxi. One stopped right near the curb, unintentionally splashing her. 'Great'.

She opened the door and gave the driver the address of Carly and Spencer's apartment. Yep, they both still lived there.

Sam sat back and took out her blackberry, checking her messages. Her editor left her three messages, reminding her that she needed to be back by next Monday, the day after the wedding, to go cover the farewell tour for U2. She really didn't feel like taking pictures of those old Irish folk again. Really, how many times could Bono do a farewell tour? Those men were nearing sixty already, and hadn't had a new song out in years, possibly since 2004. It was freaking 2020!

She scrunched up her nose to see the driver smoking. She should have called Carly to pick her up. Surprising her was a bad idea. She sighed; it wasn't as if her showing up to the wedding would be a huge surprise. Carly had already told her months ago that she should be maid of honor. She wondered who best man would be, maybe Spencer…

"Miss, we're here," the driver glanced at her.

"How much?" Sam asked.

"Forty eight ninety," he said.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows and took out a fifty dollar bill from her jeans pocket. Eight miles is forty something?

"Keep the change," she said.

"Oh goody, a dollar," the driver rolled his eyes.

She frowned and resisted the urge to flip him off as she got off of the car.

She ran up the stairs of the apartment building and pressed the button that read "Shay".

"Who is it?" a deep voice asked over the intercom.

"Spencer? It's me, Sam, can you let me in?" Sam's heart fluttered a bit at the sound of his voice.

"Sure."

The glass door opened and Sam walked in and up the stairs. She saw that it looked exactly the same as it had before.

She knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in," she heard Spencer say. A light Jack Johnson melody was playing from the stereo.

"Hey," Sam grinned a little, listening to the song Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

Spencer walked out of the hallway, and looked at the girl, correction, woman, in front of

him. "Sam," he said with a small smile.

He looked at her and remembered what she was like when they were younger.

"Hey Spence," Sam walked forward and gave him an awkward hug, but a hug none the less.

Sam looked at Spencer and saw that his actual age was starting to show. He was almost thirty five, and you could tell. There were slight wrinkles around his eyes, and forehead. Other than that, he looked as young as he did ten years ago. He was twenty six, and acted and looked like a teenager.

"It's good to see you again," he told her as they broke the hug. "We didn't expect you here until the weekend."

"I decided to surprise Carly and Freddie," Sam shrugged and plopped down on the couch.

"Want something to drink?" he asked her awkwardly.

"Coffee please," she said, trying stifle a yawn.

Spencer trekked into the kitchen and poured water into the coffee machine.

"Long flight?" he asked, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah," she nodded, glancing at Spencer. She shook her head and tried to forget about liking Spencer. Sure, she had a tiny crush on him in high school, but it had passed. She was a love-struck little girl. She was older, more mature now.

She turned her attention to the magazines on the table and picked up one with a familiar picture.

"You have National Geographic?" Sam glanced at the older man.

Spencer blushed slightly, "We keep the ones with the pictures you took."

"That's really sweet, thank you," she said, taking the cup of coffee from him.

"You're welcome," he whispered. The two looked at each other as they sat on the couch. It was almost as if they had gone back in time six years. It was almost time for the high school graduation. Sam was going across the country for college. She and Spencer were sitting on the very couch.

Flashback

"Carly isn't here," Spencer told her, sitting down.

"Oh," she frowned, glancing over at Spencer.

"Sam, is there anything wrong?"

"No, I'm fine."

Spencer looked at her as if he wanted to tell her something.

"Don't go," he said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" Sam's breath hitched in her throat.

"Don't leave Sam," he repeated. Sam licked her lips nervously and looked around. She closed her eyes, thinking it was a dream. She opened them and saw Spencer staring at her.

"Spence," she whispered, inching closer to him on the couch. She tilted her head, and kissed him, expecting him to pull away. She was surprised when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Sam inwardly smiled. It was as if she and Spencer fit perfectly together. She cupped her hands around his face as they broke apart.

"I'm sorry," Spencer said getting up hastily.

"Why?" her heart fell.

"We shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you," he looked away.

"How do you know you'll hurt me? Do you know how long I've waited for you to kiss me?" the tears welled up in her eyes.

"You're eighteen, you're just a kid!" Spencer shouted.

"I'm a kid? You're never going to grow up. I'm probably more mature," Sam argued back.

"You know we don't mean that. Can we please forget this never happened?" Spencer begged.

Sam nodded, her face now red.

They never talked about it again, and kept their distance.

Sam was snapped back into reality when Spencer waved his hand in front of her face.

"Earth to Sam," Spencer smirked.

Sam rolled her eyes, "I was paying attention."

"What did I say?"

"Earth to Sam," she smirked back.

"Very funny kiddo," Spencer laughed, standing. Sam frowned, 'kiddo'. He had forgotten about her, about them. "Want some more coffee?"

She sighed at her silliness. They weren't meant to be.

"Sure."

Spencer walked into the kitchen once more to pour another cup of coffee, barely missing his sister's scream.

She heard the door open and slam shut, "SAM!"

A tall brunette ran up to the smaller girl who stood and engulfed her in a hug.

"Nice to see you too," Sam joked.

"You're here early," Carly practically shrieked.

"I kinda need to be able to breathe to stay here," Sam grinned.

"Sorry," Carly let go of her best friend.

"We haven't done the official girly scream and jump around process of celebrating an engagement," Sam pointed out, looking at the ring.

"Well, your fault for being in New York," Carly joked.

The two grinned and jumped up and down, squealing. Spencer walked in and grinned at the sight, "OMG!" he squealed with a goofy smile.

"I can't believe you and Freddie are getting married!" Sam smiled. She knew the two would end up together.

"So, is Joe here?" Carly asked, referring to Sam's ex boyfriend.

Sam's face darkened, "Nope, I'm free as a bird."

A ringing sound came from her bag, "Stupid Tony," she shook her head.

She took out the blackberry and frowned.

"Hello?" Sam's frown deepened as she was yelled at.

"I can't come back, I'm in Seattle…Yes, I'll go to the Seattle concert. Wednesday night, got it boss," she slammed her phone shut.

"Who was it?" Carly asked, looking concerned.

"Editor," she answered, taking a seat. Carly followed suit. Spencer brought out two cups of coffee and set them on the table. He took a seat on the arm chair.

Carly and Spencer looked at Sam, waiting for an answer.

She took a sip of coffee and set it down, "What?"

"Editor," Carly provided.

"Oh, that? It's nothing. He wants me to go to the U2 concert here to take some pictures," Sam shrugged it off.

"Cool, when?" Spencer asked. He liked U2 well enough.

"Tomorrow actually, I have an extra pass…" Sam trailed off, looking at Carly.

"I can't. Freddie and I are having dinner at his mom's again."

"How many dinners can you have?" Spencer asked shaking his head.

"This would make sixty," Carly sighed.

"You're marrying into one strange family," Sam deadpanned.

"Tell me about it."


Sam didn't know how this happened. There she was sitting in a car with Spencer, driving to a concert. Did she manage to anger the universe? She glanced sideways at Spencer who was driving.

"Thanks for coming with me," she said, staring out the window.

"No problem," he looked over at her. She looked almost exactly the same. Her hair was shorter, but not by much. Her eyes had bags under them from little sleep.

"What?" she asked, a sense of déjà vu coming over her.

"How's work?" he decided to stick with a safe subject.

"Fine; and you?" she fiddled with the camera that sat on her lap.

"Can't complain, the kids aren't very creative though," Spencer said, referring to the art class he taught at the local college.

"What, do they draw the same stuff over and over again?" Sam smirked.

"That, and their techniques are so structured, it's like they don't believe me when I tell them to think outside the box," he shook his head.

"That sucks, they should listen to you. You know what you're talking about," she blushed, looking down at her camera.

"Sam, I was wondering...nah, never mind," Spencer shook his head.

"What?" she looked at him.

"Do you want to be my date for the wedding? I know that the maid of honor and best man are supposed to, but I don't think you'd want to go with Freddie's cousin. Unless, you do," Spencer rambled incoherently.

"Okay," she said softly, not fully understanding what the words meant.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," she nodded in the affirmative. A slight smile graced her features.

Spencer tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. He glanced over at her, thinking of what he was going to say.

"Sam, I'm sorry," he blurted out without a second thought.

"About what?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Before you left for school, I was a jerk. You didn't deserve that, and I'm sorry that I didn't apologize sooner. There just never seemed to be a right time," he confessed. Sam had visited often during holidays, but they had kept their distance. "I felt like such an idiot. I made you cry, I hurt you and that was what I was trying to prevent in the first place," he whispered, steering the car to a parking space.

"You liked me?" Sam asked, a small hope rising in her heart.

"Since your sixteenth birthday; before, you were just Carly's friend, but, you were more mature and smart. Your sense of humor isn't that bad either."

"You're an idiot," Sam spat vehemently, glaring at Spencer. She unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to open the door, "You don't need to stay, I can take a cab." With that, she stood up and got out, shutting the door, leaving a dumbstruck Spencer behind.


Spencer raced through the door of the apartment, slamming the door shut. He placed his hands on his head, breathing heavily. What had he done? He just confessed to Sam that he had a crush on her, one that's nearly eight years long. He was an idiot. He walked into his room and took off his jacket, throwing it on the bed.

"Idiot," he muttered as he remembered how angry Sam looked. Maybe she liked him back? Maybe, just maybe there was a glimmer of hope; a twelve year difference isn't that bad. They're both mature, responsible adults. Demi Moore was a lot older than Ashton Kutcher, and Michael Douglas is nearly twenty years older than Catherine Zeta Jones. That guy from "Heroes" dated the girl from the same show when she was eighteen and he was thirty.

Spencer shook his head. What was he thinking?

He paced his room and rummaged through the drawers to find his sketch book. Yes, he was mostly about sculptures, but he had to sketch them out first.

He flipped through and landed on a picture of him and Sam that he used as his bookmark. It was from the last time she visited, which was last Christmas break.

He took a long glance at it then tossed it aside, feeling foolish.

He stalked to the living room to watch television when he found Carly and Freddie on the couch.

"Gee, get a room will you," Spencer wrinkled his nose at the sight of the love struck couple.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the concert?" Carly asked, trying to smooth her hair.

"Yeah, I didn't want to bother Sam while she was working," Spencer lied.

"Like taking a few pictures is so hard," Freddie snickered. Carly slapped him in the chest and sent him a dirty look. "What?"

"Never mind, as you were," Spencer walked back to his room and shut the door. He knew he was acting like an overly emotional teenager, but he didn't care. Sam did that to him sometimes.


Sam opened the door to the apartment, trying not to let it creak.

"Hey," Carly said from the couch, setting down a magazine to look at her friend.

"Hey," Sam said awkwardly, removing her camera and setting it onto the table near the door. She then took off her jacket.

"Why did you decide to stay alone?" she asked.

"Ever hear of beating around the bush?" Sam frowned, rubbing her eyes. It was past midnight and hard to catch a cab.

"What happened?" Carly asked.

"Eighteen," Sam whispered.

"What?"

"Seventeen questions left if we're playing 'twenty questions'," Sam replied, plopping down onto the couch.

"You didn't answer my question," Carly narrowed her eyes.

"You aren't my keeper Carly, I don't have to tell you anything," she rolled her eyes.

"Spencer looked sad," she whispered, feeling for her brother.

Sam looked away. She had never told Carly that she and Spencer had a moment.

"It's complicated," she defended herself.

"It doesn't have to be. I know you like him!" Carly whispered harshly, as not to wake up Spencer.

Sam's eyes widened and her cheeks burned up, "How long have you known?"

"Too long," she rubbed her eyes as not to let herself sleep.

"Since when, Carly?" Sam asked.

"Forever almost, there's so much tension between you two. I'm not stupid, two plus two does equal four. A three year old could put the pieces together," Carly smiled sadly at her friend. "Why didn't you guys go out before?"

"I think we were both scared. I mean, you're my best friend, and suddenly I go out with your brother. I thought it would be weird for you," Sam confessed, kicking her shoes off. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to sleep."

She picked up her shoes and jacket and made her way to the guest room Carly had set her up in the other day. She threw her shoes down and rummaged through the small bedside table for her flannel pajamas. She found them and changed quickly. She untied her hair, letting the waves hit her back. She opened the covers of the bed and crawled in, urging herself not to let her cry.

She buried her head in the pillow, letting the tears roll down her cheeks. She sniffed deeply, wondering if she had made a mistake. She and Spencer were both idiots. She sat up and rubbed her eyes in order to make the tears go away. She got out and quietly padded to Spencer's room. She hesitantly opened the door and saw him on his side, asleep. She closed her eyes and inched her way through the room. She picked up a sketch pad that was on his dresser and smiled at the sight of his bookmark. She walked to his bed and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you, Spence," she whispered. There was no way that she'd tell him when he was awake.

He stirred, and mumbled incoherently. Sam, terrified, left the room. Her heart beat quickly as she closed the door shut. She checked to make sure Carly hadn't spotted her and ran back to her room.


Spencer opened his eyes as soon as he heard the door close. A smile appeared on his lips, she loved him, and he loved her. It was a miracle. It was as if those four words made all his troubles melt away. She loved him for crying out loud. No one had ever loved him before. Sure, he had a few girlfriends throughout the years, but he could never bring himself to tell them he loved them because a certain blonde was on his mind.

That was it, he'd tell her at the rehearsal dinner on Friday.


Carly, Sam and Spencer sat at the table during breakfast in silence. Carly chewed thoughtfully on the cereal as she glanced between the two.

"So, any last minute things you need to do?" Sam asked Carly.

"Freddie and I need to check in on the apartment we're renting. It's painted and everything if you want to come over," she took a sip of juice and peered at her breakfast companions.

"Sure, sounds nice. Freddie didn't make you paint it a puce color did he?"

Spencer snorted and looked down at his food. Sam looked at him for a fleeting moment, surprised he even acknowledged her presence since for the past half hour; all she got was a "morning" from him.

"No, no puce, though he liked a mustard yellow for the bedroom," Carly wrinkled her nose slightly.

"So what color is it?" Sam asked.

"It's a light blue color, nice and mellow."

Spencer looked at the clock, "I got to get to class, see you later."

He stood and threw on a jacket. He grabbed a messenger bag and took off with a final wave. He had three classes to teach today. The first was at eleven, then one, then four. The classes were typically between an hour and two hours long. It annoyed him when several students failed to think "outside the box".

Sam looked up as the door closed behind him, confusion etched in her features. She had no idea as to how the man felt about her anymore, and it was becoming annoying.

She sighed and looked down once more.

"Want to go to the apartment?" Carly asked, hoping to get Sam distracted.

"Sure, where is it?" Sam asked.

"Across the street," Carly said.

"Across the street, really?"

"Really," she nodded.

"Really," Sam repeated.

"Really," Carly nodded.

"Okay, new word please," Sam shook her head. "Why the apartment across the street?"

"It's close to Spence and Freddie's mom," Carly defended her home of choice.

"His mother is insane! If I were you I'd move to Australia to get away from her. As a bonus, you'll get a nice kangaroo," ranted Sam.

"I'm not you Sam, I don't run away from my problems," Carly spat before she even knew what she was saying.

"I run away from my problems?" Sam threw her napkin down a frown forming.

"You heard me. After your parents divorced in junior year you hated going back and forth. The only way that would be solved is by going to an out of state school," Carly argued.

"How would you feel if your parents pushed you back and forth and put you in the middle of a custody battle?" Sam cried.

Carly sobered for a moment, "I know it was hard on you but you can't keep running away."

"I'm not running away!"

"Yes you are. I probably won't see you for a year after the wedding because of your schedule. Even when you are here, you avoid this place like the plague because of Spencer. Why can't you get your act together?" Carly looked at Sam, tears welled in her eyes.

"This has nothing to do with Spencer," Sam gritted her teeth.

"Liar, you love him. You're afraid he'll reject you like last time. That's why you always run," Carly offered a watery smile.

"Shut up! Just shut up Carly," Sam stood from the table and waltzed out the door, slamming it.

Carly stared after her, wondering what possessed them for their outbursts.


Alright, I wrote the whole thing out, which was twenty pages, so I will be installing them as a two chapter story, and a short little epilogue. I hope you enjoyed it.

Please review.