A/N: This is my very first iCarly fanfiction. And I'm not really an iCarly fan, this is an idea I thought of awhile back. Sorry this first Chapter is so short.
It had been ten years since the end of iCarly, Freddie Benson, Carly Shay and Sam Puckett slowly drifted apart to follow their own separate destinies. Near the end of iCarly, Freddie was starting college, Carly was offered a movie role and Sam had the responsibility of taking over the family car business.
The three of them tried to keep the web show going, the problem was that they were growing older and began to think what most adults thought. This is childish. Why bother? What's the point? Eventually, Carly insisted to her best friends that their own future was more important than a web show. So, iCarly ended.
In Hollywood, Carly instantly became a star, with her sweet features and dark eyes, any show would hire her. Freddie gave up working with technology and worked as Carly's agent instead. He wasn't exactly happy with his job, but he hoped that being Carly's agent would keep him near her side. He was wrong. Freddie spent most of his time arranging her life, making phone calls and finding new roles for Carly to play. The worse part was how Freddie watched Carly Shay become shallower and shallower. Ordering him to do stuff for her, using people, staying out late with her celebrity boyfriends, making sure she was always in the gossip magazines- the list was endless. She often go on wild nights out and rang him in the early hours of the morning asking for help. Due to her being so pissed that she couldn't remember where she lived. She always depended on him. And all the help that he gave her through the years, she never thanked him. Not once.
One day, Freddie had enough.
"I quit." Freddie said grimly, Carly smiled in the mirror, she sat facing her dressup table after taking a photo shoot for a fashion magazine called Free & Fabulous, around her mirror were letters and cards from fans. Freddie hated the smile she gave him, that fake smile plastered over her plastic face. Carly's face wasn't the same anymore, there was no warmth from her rosey cheeks, no geniune glint of happiness in her eyes. Nothing. The countless plastic surgeries took away everything real about her. The shape of her lips, the size of her nose, the height of her eyes from her chin. Everything.
"You're such a joker, Fred." Carly chuckled, he didn't go by the name 'Freddie' no more, that name was childish. Freddie remained on the spot glaring hatefully at Carly's reflection in the mirror. She wasn't the Carly he loved as a child, she was an empty shell of Carly. To Freddie, she wasn't even a shell. "I'm serious. I hate what you've become, Carly," He kept his voice even, preventing his anger spilling across his words.
Carly's grin didn't drop, Freddie thought it couldn't drop considering all the plastic sugery she had throughout her years of fame.
"Go then, I can easily find a better agent. And a far more better looking one too." She turned away from the mirror making eye contact with Freddie, "But when your broke and in need of help, don't come crawling back to me." He felt his blood boil, wanting to shake her by the shoulders to try to bring back the old Carly. The old Carly would never say souch a horrible thing.
Freddie stared coldly, "This life of yours won't last forever. One day, you'll slip and your whole world will come crashing down." He turned away from her, before he decided to break anything in the dressing room. Carly made one last sentence before he was out the door, "You keep telling yourself that, Mr Benson." He slammed the door,a few seconds later hearing Carly's muffled sobs. He had no sympathy for her. Not anymore.