AN-So as it said in the summary, this story takes place after the 'break' when Carly, Sam and Freddie are reunited after they all went their separate ways in iGoodbye. I just felt there was a lot that needed to be answered, like with the kiss between Carly and Freddie and the Seddie phone call.

So I hope you all enjoy this story, thanks for reading!

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"So then Gibby realized that his feet weren't actually growing, he had just forgotten to cut his toenails," Freddie said into his Pearphone as he walked home from school. "That's why his shoes weren't fitting him anymore."
"That's disgusting," Sam said on the other line.

"Yeah, like your thrilling tale about your back pimple was any less gross," Freddie chuckled. "So how's LA been?"

"Hot and full of celebrities, the usual," Sam replied. "Cat's actually gone this weekend. She took that kid Dice to Phoenix for a hair modeling gig."

"Nice, so you have the place to yourself?"

"No," Sam sighed. "Cat went and told her grandmother she could stay while she was gone. Now I'm stuck sharing a room with Nona!"

"Sorry," Freddie said. "Hey…I was actually thinking…you know Ridgeway has a three-day weekend coming up soon."
"Pfft, look at you, talking about three-day weekends," Sam laughed. "With online school I have all the weekends I want."

"Not sure that's how it's supposed to be working out," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, I was thinking about maybe going down to L.A. The two of us could meet up and hang out or something. I haven't seen you since I almost got an armed ripped off by rabid tuna."

"Yeah, totally," Sam said. "There's a new ride on the boardwalk that's supposed to make you puke in less than five seconds."

"Yes…because that sounds like a blast," Freddie smiled.

"I know, right?" Sam agreed. "Man…I'm hungry."
"Well then go eat lunch," Freddie said.

"I can't," Sam sighed. "I don't have any money. But I found this half-eaten bag of chips so I guess that can-oh…I'll call you back!"

"Sam? Wait, what-" Freddie began, but the line went dead.

He stuffed his phone back in his pocked and stepped into the lobby of Bushwell Plaza.

Ever since their reunion in L.A. six months ago, Sam and Freddie had actually been doing a much better job keeping touch with each other. They talked on the phone at least two times a week and texted several times a day.

It was almost like the old days. Except, well, she was still in a different state.

Freddie sighed as he climbed the steps up to his apartment. He really missed Sam. Seeing her for those few days in L.A. really made it clear to him just how much he needed his blonde-headed demon in his life again.

He was about to unlock the door to his apartment when he heard cheers coming from Spencer's apartment across the hall.

Curious, he let himself inside, where Spencer was jumping up and down in the living room like a child.

"Um, Spence?" Freddie said from the doorway. Still, the man ignored him. "Spencer? Spencer!"

"Huh? Oh, hey Freddie!" Spencer said, still hopping up and down. "Whooo! Yeah!"

"Um…any reason you're acting like you just won the lotto?" Freddie frowned. "Wait, did that girl from El Guapo Taco finally call you back? See, I told you just because you spilled nachos on her-"

"No, she didn't call me back," Spencer said quickly. "In fact she changed her number. But guess what? Guess what?"

"What?" Freddie asked.

"Carly just called!" Spencer exclaimed. "She's coming home from Italy!"

"No way!" Freddie gasped. "She's coming back here?"

"Uh-huh!" Spencer nodded. "For good! My dad's base is getting moved to France, so instead of having to start all over in a new country again, her and my dad both decided it would be best for her to come back here!"

"Oh my God!" Freddie grinned. "This is great! This is amazing! When's she coming back?"

"At the end of the month," Spencer answered. "I have to make sure everything's all ready for her! I-I have to clean her room and stock up on diet soda and get her favorite chowders!"
Freddie chuckled as he watched Spencer continue to run around the house like a child on Christmas morning. He knew how much Spencer had missed his little sister from the moment she left last year. Having her back would be exactly what he needed.

He was excited himself too. It would be nice to have someone at school with him other than Gibby.

It will be just like old times again, he thought to himself. Only…Only without Sam.

He let out a small sigh, because he knew Sam made all the difference.

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"You left me in jail for two weeks!" Cat yelled angrily back in L.A.

"Hey, I've been in Juvie for longer than that," Sam shrugged, shoveling a few forkfuls of Nona's leftover Macaroni and Cheese and Cheese and Cheese and Cheese into her mouth. "It wasn't that bad."

"There were these mean girls who made me drink toilet water!" Cat exclaimed. "And look what they did to my duck!"

She held up what looked like the remains of her stuffed animal.

"Well, you've lived with me for a year, you should've picked up some fighting tips," Sam said simply.

"I feel so dirty now," Cat shuddered, looking down at herself. "I'm gonna go take a bath."

"Remember to take your shoes off this time," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Kay, kay!" Cat said brightly.

Sam sighed as she sat back down on the couch. She was going to miss having Nona around. Having someone who was so caring and actually able to keep her out of trouble sort of made her miss, well, Carly.

Back in Seattle, she didn't have to chase around her roommate and make sure she didn't do anything stupid every single day. She didn't have to hide her Numchucks so Cat wouldn't hurt herself or plan her day around whatever little kid was being dropped off at the apartment that day. She didn't have to deal with landlords or rent or making sure that Cat didn't destroy their water bill by playing pool with her stuffed animals.

She loved having Cat as a friend, but there were times when she felt like she was babysitting her. Sam didn't like having to be the responsible one in the apartment; it made her feel…weird. She supposed it was maybe a little good for her, but still, she longed for the days when she was able to just be her old self.

Why did Carly have to go off to Italy? Sam wondered. She had had this thought several times since she moved to L.A.

If Carly had never moved to Italy, she would've never felt so alone and made that rash decision to leave.

Sam thought back to that night she decided to take her new motorcycle and just drive until she found someplace to settle down. She had just watched Carly and her father pull out of the parking lot of Bushwell Plaza and for a moment she had just stood there, wondering what to do next.

She didn't know whether to go back up with Spencer and Gibby and Freddie or to just go home.

What was waiting for her upstairs now? Spencer was probably just as torn up about Carly leaving as she was. He was in no state to try and make her feel better. Gibby was, well, Gibby. He'd probably bore her with some lame story about his cat. And Freddie?

Sam remembered standing in the parking lot, thinking about him the longest.

They had never really been without Carly throughout their whole relationship. They had met back when they were eleven through her, the only reason they had hung out every day when they were younger was because of her, and even when they were dating it seemed that they both needed her to make that work. Now that Carly was gone…would they be able to manage?

He'll probably just start hanging out with Gibby more, Sam had thought. He's not gonna want me around all the time without Carly. Without her, I'm just-just Sam. Just the other half of a web show that's no more. Just-Just his ex…just…nothing.

And though the idea of never seeing Freddie again cut into her stomach like a knife, Sam pulled her motorcycle helmet out from her backpack and walked over to her parked bike. She hopped on, started the engine and pulled out of the apartment building, heading for the highway and never looking back…

And for the longest time Sam figured this was how it was all supposed to end up. Carly was in Italy, Freddie was enjoying himself up in Seattle and she was here in L.A.

But then it had happened; Freddie had come looking for her!

At first when she found out he had been in L.A. six months ago, she was furious at him and Cat for not even letting her know! But then, after he had nearly been devoured by those tuna fish, it clicked.

Freddie had rushed to L.A. because he thought she had been hurt! He had cared enough to drop everything for her!

She gave a small smile as she remembered those three words he had said to her the afternoon he had finally been released from the hospital and the two of them had gone and grabbed some burgers.

"I missed you."

He had told her that Seattle hadn't been the same since she left, and that he wished she hadn't left.

It was then, for the first time since she had moved to L.A., that Sam had regretted her decision.

"Sam!" she suddenly heard Cat calling from the other room. "What happens if you accidently put diet soda in a bathtub instead of bubble bath?"

"I don't know!" Sam called back.

"Do you think I'll smell like soda?" Cat yelled.

"Maybe! Who cares?"

"Well I don't want to smell like soda!" Cat replied. "I'll feel sticky the whole time!"

Sam shook her head, deciding to let Cat figure out her crisis on her own.

God I miss Seattle, she found herself thinking as she turned on the T.V.

She looked around the apartment that had become her home this past year. Even though she lived here, she knew it would never really be her home.

And then it hit her. Maybe it was time to leave…L.A. had been fun and she had made some really close friends, but she didn't belong here; she couldn't stay here forever.

It was time to go home.

Her real home.