A/N: This is my new story after a long, long time. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly- unfortunately.

Sam's POV (Sunday, 11:00 AM)

I was at Carly's home, eating ham when I heard someone knock at the door. I called out with my mouth stuffed, 'The door's open!'

Someone peeked in. It was Freddie Benson.

A note before I continue with the story.

I actually… like Freddie, the guy who I torture for fun.

Forget like.

I mean LOVE.

I love the dork because… oh, forget it. He likes Carly and not me. Every time I get my hopes up, he tears it down, sending me back to my personal hell.

Anyway, on with the story.

Freddie spotted me. 'Sam, is Carly here?'

I swallowed the ham and said, 'She's sleeping. Go wake her up if you want. Or you can sleep with her. I don't care.' I care more than he can imagine.

He came in and shuts the door, suddenly downcast. 'Oh.'

I saw no point in talking with him, so I washed the container (for once) and stuffed the empty container back into the refrigerator. I sat on the couch with Freddie at the same time. We sat at opposite ends, silent.

It was getting really awkward when Carly dashed down the stairs in her pajamas, her usually perfect hair messy. 'Sam, have you seen my hairbrush… oh.' She finally spotted Freddie sitting on the couch.

'Hey… Carly. I borrowed your hairbrush last night and forgot to give it back to you.' Freddie whipped out a pink hairbrush out of his pocket. Carly snatched it and started to comb her hair. Soon, it became smooth again. I wish my hair was like that. I spent ages trying to tie my hair into a ponytail today. Eventually I gave up.

'So… what are you going to do today?' Freddie asked.

'I don't know about you guys, but I think I'll go home. See you guys later.' I abruptly stood up from the couch and stalked to the door.

'Wait… Sam! Do you want to go the Groovy Smoothie today, at six?' Carly jumped up, startled.

'Okay… Can you two pick me up?' I asked, spinning around.

'Fine. See you later.' I could feel both of them staring at me as I walked out of the apartment. As soon as I slammed the door, I could feel my eyes beginning to water.

Freddie's POV (Sunday, 11:30 AM)

After Sam left, Carly looked at me and asked, 'Do you think something's wrong with Sam?'

I thought about it for a while. 'No, actually I don't. Why?'

Carly rolled her eyes. 'Boys.'

I was bewildered. 'What? Did I do something wrong?'

'Never mind. Forget I said anything.' Carly started to climb the stairs leading to her room. 'Oh, and if you want, you can come by five and go together to pick Sam up.'

'Okay. I guess I'll stay at home at watch movies. See you at five.' I left the apartment and went back into mine. I laid on my bed and thought about the question Carly just asked me.

Thinking about it, Sam did change a bit, but only physically. She's paler now, and even though she keeps eating and eating, she seems to be getting a lot thinner instead.

I flipped on my side, thinking. Sam… wild, but funny; violent, but beautiful in her own way. I knew, from Day 1, I liked her. However, from the start, Sam has always bullied me. I guess that's her way of saying, 'I hate you. Go away.' I've tried desperately to get her attention. I also work out at the gym at a regular basis, just so that she can see I am actually stronger than I look and that I can be her personal superhero, to be able to save her from trouble.

I rolled onto my stomach. Who am I kidding? She'll never love me the way I love her. Pulling my trousers down in public, slamming the cover of my laptop right on my hand… that's definitely NOT the way you'd act if you were in love with someone.

And yet, being the idiot I am, I love her. The way she talks, the way she smiles, the way she dresses… Sometimes, when I look at her, I feel tingles all over my body. Sometime, the urge to kiss her, to hold her gets so intense I look away, resisting the temptation.

I shut my eyes. I can see her face. Her untamable blonde curls, her blue green eyes, smiling like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, I had an urge to call her.

I was met with screaming and sounds that were like glass breaking over something.

After being startled, I managed to ask, 'Sam? Are you okay?'

'No!' The sound of glass breaking. I heard a dull thud.

'Sam? Sam!' I started to panic, jumping out of the bed.

'Freddie…' A scream of rage, and the line went dead.

Without thinking, I grabbed my jacket and dashed out of the building. It was only then I realized that it was raining heavily. I was about to go up and get an umbrella when I remembered Sam's screams.

Sam was in trouble. And I was busy worrying about getting wet.

I put my jacket on and dashed into the rain and started to run to Sam's apartment, five blocks away.

Whatever I do, whoever was torturing Sam, MY Sam, will have to pay.

Five minutes later, I finally reached Sam's apartment, drenched. For once, the door wasn't locked. And, it was quiet. TOO quiet.

I opened the door slowly. And froze.

Sam was lying on the floor, covered in wet blood. Her legs were twisted in weird. I ran over to her and found that she was barely conscious. I patted her cheek. 'Sam? Sam!'

Sam opened her eyes. I breathed a silent 'thank you' to God. I stroked her cheek. 'Sam! What happened?'

Sam's POV (Sunday, 12:30 PM)

I felt someone patting my cheek. 'Sam? Sam!' Oh God no. It can't be. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of anxious chocolate brown eyes staring back at me.

Freddie used the back of his hand to stroke my cheek. It felt good. 'Sam! What happened?'

'Freddie… my mom's…' I started to cry.

Despite my face being covered in blood, Freddie didn't hesitate to hug me, pulling my head into his chest. He stroked my back, humming a tune I didn't recognize. He asked gently, 'What happened?'

I sobbed uncontrollably. Freddie hugged me with one arm and pulled out his phone with the other. He dialed 911 and asked for medical assistance. After placing the call, he continued to hug me and hummed again. Soon, I was able to compose myself and stop crying. I pulled myself away and into a sitting position. Freddie asked again, 'What happened?'

A/N: Wakakaka! Do you want to know want happened? If you do, please R&R! Thanks! *starts writing Chapter 2*