Iwant you home

Chapter 1

It's 5 o'clock in the morning, but I just can't sleep. There's not one noise that I can hear. Man I have so much to say. It has been 5 years since I've seen that dork, and I should be glad he's gone, but I'm not. I lay awake thinking if he's doing the same thing. Things haven't been the same since he got that scholarship to that fancy school when he was 15. But now he's 20, and the last email I ever sent him was 3 years ago. Now he's going to some tech collage, and he's still in Florida. I still have his number, but who knows if it's still his number. Oh, yeah I forgot to say I'm Sam Pucket, and now I live across the hall from Carly. Lots of things have changed. When the dork and his mom moved out his apartment stayed abandoned. After I graduated high school it was still abandoned, so I took it. Not to long after that Spencer moved out of his apartment and let Carly have it.

Not to long after me and Carly graduated we also stopped doing Icarly, because Carly got a scholarship to a collage and she didn't have time for "something that foolish." Me, I never did good in high school so collage was out of the question. I was lucky I even graduated. Me and Carly were still extremely good friends, but between collage classes and studying, she really didn't have much time, so we usually spent a couple of hours on Sunday together.

Any way back to Freddie, I was debating on weather I should try to call him today, he didn't answer any of his e-mails, so maybe a call. Even though I haven't even tried to get in contact with him for 3 years I've about gone my limit, because something inside me was going crazy, and I just had to hear his voice. I couldn't call him now. It was 5 o'clock in Seattle, but 8 o'clock in Florida. He was probably heading to class. I wondered what he looked like. Man, it killed me not being able to call him. I couldn't get my hopes up too high, I mean what if he didn't even have that number any more? What if he didn't pick up? What if he didn't even know me? What if he didn't even want to talk to me?

All I can do now is reminisce on the past, like when we where at the airport saying goodbye. That day was probably the happiest day of my life, or at least that's what I thought then. I can remember it so well…

It was freezing outside. Me, Carly, Spencer, Freddie, and where the only people there. Freddie was trying to talk Carly into giving him and goodbye kiss while Spencer and where talking. I was just kinda in between. Freddie, the dork, was leaving. Although Carly was sad that he was leaving she refused to give him a kiss. I should have been ready to throw a party, but instead I was ready to cry. I hugged Freddie and whispered something in his ear so that only he could hear. I said

"Freddie, I know I've ripped on you a lot, but your not that bad of a guy, and don't let anybody but me tell you different."

Whenever he pulled away he looked shocked and then just rolled his eyes.

"bye" he said to me annoyed.

He looked over at Carly

"please"

"no" Carly said for the last time.

Then Freddie and his mom took off, and I never saw him again.

For some reason I could never figure out why he made that face, or rolled his eyes, or seemed mad at me. And here I am now laying in what used to be his bed. It's like his room haunted me. I went back to bed and when I woke up it was 7:00. I got some ham out of the fridge and turned on the news. Some things just never change. Then I realized it was Saturday. So quickly I tried calling the number that was Freddies (or maybe still is). I punched in his number but for some reason I just couldn't press talk. I saw the words "talk" and "end" and for some reason it was just unbearable to look at. I felt like I was to nervous to talk, but if I did I was afraid he would end the little bit of friend ship we still had. There just buttons.

Mabey I would try this later. I just really needed someone to talk to, and I know Carly won't like it if I bothered her today, because today was study day, but maybe if I just talked to her for an hour. I mean it's not like she studied from midnight to midnight.

I went over and knocked on her door. She answered right away.

"hi" she said.

"um hi I'd hate to bother you but could we talk today instead of tomorrow, just for an hour."

"right now?"

"yeah"

"okay come on in."

I walked into her apartment.

"let's go to the Icarly studio"

"okay" she said with confusion

The Icarly studio was still the same. We both pulled up a bean bag chair and started talking.

"when's the last time you got an email from Freddie?" I said

" I don't know, like 5 years ago"

"so he never sent you any emails?"

" he sent me 1 the day after he left."

"what did it say?"

"goodbye."

"that's it?"

"yup, only one word."

" I tried to send him and email 3 years ago, but he never responded."

"yup that's just like him, never to respond to anything you send but when ever he actually sends you an emails there rude. Why'd ya even bring that up?"

"I don't know. It's just I haven't seen him in so long…"

"he's a jerk, why should you care?"

"he seemed upset when he left."

"who cares he was a jerk about it! I gotta study anyway! Just go home!"

"sorry" I said and left.

Why was Carly so mad? Well actually, she did have a right to be mad, but why wasn't I mad? I wondered as I sat there and at ham.