Hey guys, I know that this chapter is short, but I just wanted to explain whats going on with Sam and Freddie before I jumped right in, so enjoy!

The One That Got Away

~Sam~

I was sweating. Panting. I couldn't stop. I had lost all control. It was just me and him.

I woke up in a psychotic frenzy. Who? What? How? I had dreamed about him again. The boy I loved with all my heart. The one I broke up with. The one who was my first kiss. The one I said I loved and meant it with all my heart. The one that got away. Freddie Benson.

We said it was mutual. It broke my heart to let him go. I dreamt about him every night. He was my life. Why was I stupid? Breaking up with the nub was the dumbest thing I could have done in my life. Now he will always be the one that got away.

It had been over a month since we broke up, and each day was getting worse and worse for me. It was getting harder and harder to hide my love for him. Especially being around him every freaking day. Sometimes I just wanted to punch him because I loved him so much. Each day I was falling more and more in love with him, if that was even possible. Plus, it was impossible to form a hatred for him, since he was always so nice. Sometimes I felt like killing him. The one that got away.

I got up and went to take a shower. It was only three in the morning but I knew that after the dream I had that I wasn't going back to sleep. I got in the shower. I started to think about Freddie again. I got in the shower. The hot water hit me and I burst into tears. I knelt there on the floor weeping uncontrollably. It had gotten too bad. I was losing it without him. My life was falling apart. I was ruined.

I finally got control of myself, turned off the water, put on some clothes, and turned on the TV. As I flipped through the channels, I thought about Freddie again. I started crying again. This time my mother came out.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Thanks for the support."

"Well I'm trying to figure out what the hell is going on here?"

"I love Freddie, that's what."

"Oh, that boy. I see. You are so whipped."

"Shut the hell up!"

"I'm just saying."

"Well you can stop saying."

"Whatever. Just stop blubbering will you? Some people like to be sleeping right now."

"Go away."

"Good night lover girl."

"Shut up!"

I was so frustrated right now I couldn't stand it. I felt like going over to Carly's, but I knew it was too early. Not to mention, how was I supposed to explain to her that I was weeping because I was still in love with Freddie. The one that got away. Not a good idea in my opinion. Freddie's was definitely a no. Brad's wasn't a good idea. Going over to your best-friend's boy-friends' house to talk about being in love with his best friend. Too weird and complicated. Guess I was stuck here until morning. And all I could think about was the one that got away.

Sometimes, life is just down right cruel.

~Freddie~

I sat up panting. I just had an amazing dream about the most amazing girl. A wet dream if I might add. The only problem was that the girl was Sam. The girl that I was madly in love with. My first kiss. The one that got away.

I still wasn't over her. I know that we broke up a month ago, but I still was madly in love with her. That girl drove me insane. I mean insane to the definition. But now all that was left of our relationship was the knowing that she was the one that got away.

I got up to shower. I knew that it was three in the morning, but there was no way that I was getting back to sleep. All the while, she was the only thing that was running through my mind. The one that got away.

It hurt me to call her that, but it was true. I had her, I did everything that I could for her, we loved each other, but then I didn't do enough, and she left me. She got away from me. She was the one that got away.

What hurt me even more was that I knew that there was no hope for us to get together again. I knew I was going to have to live with her only as a friend in my life. Nothing more than that. A friend was all that she was going to be. That was one of the worst feelings that any one could ever experience in their life. It just completely devastated me. My heart was truly broken as long as I had that feeling in it. And I knew that feeling was going to last forever. My feeling about the one that got away.

I got in the shower. All the hot water did was spark more feelings about her. About the one that got away. God, why did my mind automatically call her that. When I talked, she was Sam. In my hear and mind, she was the one that got away.

I stepped out of the shower, and heard my mom yell, asking if that was me.

"No, mom, there's just some random hobo showering at our apartment that you have locked up like its Fort Knox."

"Don't you use that attitude with me, young man!"

"Of course I'm finally a young man when I'm getting yelled at."

"Fredward Karl Benson!"

"Marissa Benson!"

"I think I'm going to ground you!"

"From what"

"iCarly!"

"What? You can't ground me from iCarly! They need me!"

"Then learn to respect your mother!"

Great. Now what was I supposed to do. We have a show coming up, and I can't film for it. My mother is so frustrating. Sometimes, I wish that she could just leave forever. I know that she's my mom, but still. She can be so over-protective. Why can't some person show up tomorrow and change all of our lives for the better.

Sometimes, life is just down right cruel.