A/N: Another drabble comin' at ya!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or "Payphone".

Summary: You say it's too late to make it, but is it too late to try? (Freddie's POV)

iThink It Exists

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

All those fairytales are full of it

One more stupid love song, I'll be sick

("Payphone" Maroon 5 Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

I was walking home on a cold night. I had been at a huge tech expo and it had ran later than I thought. I came across a payphone on the side of the road. I smiled and walked on.

I had finally reached my apartment. The building was unusually quiet. Then again, it was late and a lot of the people were probably in bed.

I reached into my pocket for my key. I felt not my key, but a paper that seemed to be folded. I took it out.

It was a picture. A picture of her.

We weren't on the best of terms lately. I felt pain when I thought about it. She was the best thing that had ever come into my life.

Why couldn't we be happy like the fairytales? I guess happy ever after doesn't exist.

I felt like something was missing. Not something, but someone. I had felt that all the time since we split.

In my sea of thoughts, someone interrupted me. Of course it was her.

"Whatcha' got there Benson?" The blonde said.

"Oh, hey, Sam," I said, putting the picture away quickly, "what goes on?"

"Well, I came to see Carly. You shouldn't be surprised. Now, what were you looking at?" I acted as if I was clueless.

She tried to retrieve it from my pocket. I tried to get her to stop, but she got it before I could.

"This is...me. Why do you have this?" I tried to avoid it, but I gave up. I sat on the ground and she sat next to me.

"You can lie to me, Sam, and you have many times, but I can't lie to you," I took a deep breath, "I keep this with me because I miss you. I really do. I know you still love me. I love you. I can't deny that."

"Fredamame, you are the biggest dork ever," I laughed at her familiar name for me, "You can lie to me every once in a while." I looked down. "I love you." I looked at her.

She leaned over to kiss me and I kissed her.

"So, now what?" She asked the same way she did at the mental institution.

"You owe me forty bucks."

"For what?" She said in a slightly high-pitched tone. I recalled all those times I had tried to call her, and couldn't.

"You know how much money I spent on that payphone trying to call you, but not being able to?" She laughed.

Even though I was one hundred percent sure I wouldn't ever get the money, I was happy. We fell asleep in that hallway, without a care of who would see us. Maybe happy ever after does exist.

You say it's too late to make it,

but is it too late to try?

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