I've had this idea for almost a month now, but tonight I was really upset. Amost as upset as Sam in this chapter, so I took it out on Seddie.

Enjoy the fruits of my suffering :)

Sam's POV

I was a about ten feet from the Bushwell Plaza, and saw police cars and many flashing light. I saw Spencer outside talking to a cop, tears in his eyes. This couldn't be good. '

Why wasn't Carly with him? What happened?" I asked myself, as I began to run. I pushed my self through the crowd of officers.

"Spencer! Spencer what happened?" I practically screamed.

"Carly she-" Spencer didn't say anymore. I could tell he was choked on tears. I was panicking now. A cop walked by and I grabbed his shirt, pulling him face to face.

"Where is she?" I gritted through my teeth.

"Who are you?" The man sounded nervous.

"I'm Carly's best friend" I emphasized 'best'.

"I'm sorry but-" I knew what was coming next, though I didn't want to believe it. "-she was hit, and she...didn't make it" He said gravely. I let go of his shirt, throwing him off balance a bit. I wanted to

"No" I whispered. "NO!" I yelled it out this time. I could feel the tears in my eyes, start to well up.

"Sam, I'm sorry, but-" Another cop said, trying to calm me down.

"You people are wackjobs! This is all a prank, isn't it?! Freddie's behind this, isn't he?!" I ran inside and up the stairs to Carly's apartment. Tear were sliding down face, I swallowed my sobs, hoping they would go away. It wasn't working...

I finally reached her apartment, and started banging on the door, hoping with all of my being that she would open it.

"Carly! Please open up! Carly!" My knocking started to slow down to 3 second intervals. My forehead was now resting against the door. Suddenly I heard Freddie's door open.

"Sam?" I didn't even look up. "Carly- Carly's not here" He said with grave face. People had been trying to tell me that since I got here, but for some strange reason, when Freddie said it, I believed him.

I look up at his red, puffy eyes, as tears started to fall. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and we slowly hugged. I rested my head on his left shoulder, as he rubbed my back. My tears silently went across the bridge of my nose, and into his T-shirt. I just stayed there staring into space in his arms. He finally let go, opened his door and said

"Come inside" Gesturing to his doorway. I walked into his house and sat down on his couch.

"Wheres your mom?" I heard my voice crack.

"At the hospital, I'm gonna wait to tell her when she gets back. Can I get you anything?"

I bit my lip to keep myself from sobbing, then shook my head. I shut my eyes tighter. Freddie sat down next to me. I took his hand, and layed my head on his shoulder. If this was an average day, I wouldn't be caught dead doing this, but tonight I couldn't handle feeling alone.

"If you wanna stay here tonight, you can" He said in a soothing tone.

"Thanks" I mumbled. He said he'd let her sleep in his bed that night, but she knew she wouldn't be getting much sleep.

"I think I'm gonna get some sleep, My bedroom is right there," He pointed to the door on the right. I was walking to his room when I heard him mumble something.

I turned around to see him with his hands together, his head resting on them. He was...praying?

"What are you doing?"

"Praying for Carly" He said simply.

"Well if you reach her, tell her I'm sorry." Freddie looked up confused, but I fled to his room before he could say anything.

I know your probably think how OC Sam was, but how would you expect her to act when her best friend just died.

I'm kinda debating whether I should continue or not...