After hearing Maroon 5's song 'Maps', I had a thought for this oneshot. Hope you enjoy!
~*~ Freddie POV~*~
I sat at my computer, in the dark. I have been doing this ever since Sam disappeared. I had been looking for any sign of her. She hasn't updated her SplashFace since we told our fans about the spontaneous, last webcast. I was sad about the show coming to an end, but I knew that someday, when Carly returned from Italy, we would start the show up again. I knew that Sam was sad about the show coming to an end. Sam was also sad about the show ending. That night was one of the worst nights of my life, well including the night that Sam and I broke up. I was stupid and I really anted to start it back up with her, I had even asked her and she asked me back and I turned her down! I was so dumb! Sam would be here right now, in my arms, kissing me or something. But no, I made the wrong choice.
I kissed Carly.
Repeatedly.
I knew that Sam knew, all because she ignored me the rest of that night.
Spencer and I stayed back in the loft after Carly and Mr. Shay had left. Gibby had also left, something about making sure that his weasel had an appropriate bed time. Sam came back, after riding with Carly to the lobby, crying. She stood there, in the elevator, crying. Sam ever cried, except for a few times. Spencer and Gibby went over and hugged her, I held back. I thought that it would be weird for her x-boyfriend to be hugging her. Spencer looked over her shoulder and looked at me. I shook my head and mouthed "No' to him. He then got the idea and continued to hug her. After a few minutes Sam whispered something in Spencer's ear and he nodded.
"Bye Spencer and Freddie," Sam said, before she grabbed her motorcycle helmet and then went back to the elevator. She was still wiping tears away. The doors close and I never thought that that would be the last time that I would ever see my blonde-headed demon.
I knew that something was up, when Sam didn't show up at school for several days. I asked around and they told me that she had some type of illness, or that was what the school heard. They took Sam out of school and set her up on online school. That was good. Sam was getting her education, but she was sick. So after school, I went and got flowers, a get well card and some Fat Cakes. I then drove to the trailer park where Sam lived. I pulled in the driveway and walked up the path to the door. I knocked, and the door opened, and inside was nothing. No furniture, so beer cans, no nothing. Not even a sign. There was no Sam. I looked around and her room was still there, it looked as though someone was looking for something. I could tell that they were after nothing major, only clothes. I thought that maybe Mrs. Puckett was after Sam's wardrobe for a date or something. Or maybe that Mrs. Puckett was selling it for money. I had no idea. So, I left the stuff that I got for Sam and then left her a note saying that I dropped by. I then left.
Now hear I am, sitting in the dark of my room, looking all over the internet for any sign of Sam. IT had been a few months and I got a few leads, but nothing major. All I got was some extreme texter, but Sam would never do that, so I ignored that whole search completely. I leaned back in my chair, and looked at pictures of Sam before she went missing. She looked beautiful, her blonde hair, flowing in the breeze that day that we went to the Groovy Smoothie before we went to rehearse for iCarly. I it was the day that she beat up a bully and Carly broke Gibby's phaser. I smiled at the memory. I stopped looking at the pictures as I heard someone knock on my door. I shut the computer off and told the person to come in.
"Fredward, please use a light when you are sitting in the dark!" she scolded, then she turned the light on. I wish she hadn't. I knew that my mom wouldn't approve of all the candy and food wrappers all over the floor. I just sat there, and looked at her face. "Freddie, please you need to get out. Trying to find Samantha isn't going to help anything. Please where is my dear Freddie-Bear?"
"Right here," I replied, raising my hand.
"No, my Freddie-Bear is always eating healthy and his room is always clean. He also doesn't sit in the dark when he is on his computer," she said.
"Yes mom," I replied, I leaned down and started to clean the floor.
"Good. I have to go to work. Please do some of your homework, you are really behind and teachers are worried," she said before leaving. I nodded and as soon as she left and I heard the front door slam, I turned my computer on, left the garbage and went back to work.
A few hours later, I was searching for anything, about Sam. I looked at all the possible options and looked to see is she is in jail; which she wasn't, dead; I looked and she wasn't, and if she left the country. She had to be in the country, she didn't have a passport. I looked at the clock, Gibby should be coming any time now. I got up and hit a button on the stereo, by accident. Of course, 'Running Away' had to come on. I stood there, listening. I heard Gibby walk into the room and see me listening to the song.
"Dude really? You have to let her go. She's gone and all you have are all these lead up and then they end. you have to let her go. Please your scaring everyone," he said, going to the stereo and shutting it off.
"Did you hear anything?" I asked, desperate for information.
"Nothing. All you have is some texting completion, some babysitting thing and pictures of her and some red headed girl. You are at a dead end dude. Stop and come eat food with me," he said, I shook my head.
"Now I am looking for a red headed girl," I said, typing something into the search engine.
"Freddie! Stop! You have a life, other than looking for Sam," Gibby said, yanking the cords out of the walls and showing them to me. "You can plug these in as soon as you go outside."
"I do got outside! I go to the fire escape to smoke," I replied.
"Since when did you smoke?" Gibby asked, throwing the cords down.
"Since Sam left and I ran into a guy in her trailer park a few weeks after she left school," I said, pulling out a pack.
"This is not Freddie I am used to," Gibby said, looking at me.
"I know, but it gives me a bit of relaxation," I said, lighting one and sticking it in my mouth.
I smoked for a few seconds and stopped when I head the front door open, I heard my mother say something and I didn't move quick enough to get rid of the cigarette. She came to the dorr way, looked at the situation, and she fell to the floor. I threw the cigarette out the window and ran to my mother.
"Mom?" I asked, shaking her.
"What is wrong with you? Smoking? I can't take that in my house," she replied, looking at me.
"I'm sorry. Its all the stress," I replied.
"Well the stress has got to stop. I cant take care of a delinquent," she whispered.
"Please mom, don't be mad," I replied.
"How long?" she asked.
"About 4 months," I replied.
"What?" Gibby and my mom said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Freddie, stop following her, she doesn't want you to find her. Stop trying to follow random maps and only get so far," My mom replied. I thought for a second.
Sam, I'm going to follow these maps that lead to you.
Please review. This oneshot, I don't think is one of my best works. I was tired and was up all night and I finally finished this now.