So, i have no idea where this came from. This is a Cam story, so if you guys have a problem with femslash, don't read. Reviews would be nice. Tell me what you think. Woot.

It started with five words.

"You'll always be mine, right?"

And I had answered, "Always." because I thought I would be. We had been inseparable.

I never knew that I was so naive.

I never really understood what happened. One day, everything was fantastic. It was summertime, we had iCarly, we hung out with Freddie, and we were best friends, but we were so much more than that. After one night, she had become my everything. We weren't really officially dating, but we were "together". It was the happiest time of my life and everything was perfect. And then, she left for a month long camp. She hadn't wanted to go, but her insufferable mother had made her do it, and so she was gone. It was when she left that she had said those five words to me. She had looked me in the eyes, her arms wrapped around my waist and her forehead resting against mine, and had whispered them to me.

Never in a million years would I have thought that they would be untrue at that time.

The first time she came over after she got back, I noticed something was off. First off, she actually knocked on the door. She usually just barges right in like she owns the place, but not this time. And then she wasn't wearing her usual boy shorts and flannel shirts. She wore a jean skirt that stopped right above her knees, and a light blue polo shirt with a light green tank top underneath. Her hair was pulled back in a half pony tail and actually looked tamed, and make up was dusted lightly across her face. This was not the girl I was used to.

I was nervous because she hadn't hugged me or anything. She just sat down on the couch as if she had forgotten everything that happened just five weeks ago. I tried to keep things normal so I asked her if she wanted anything to eat. I told her that we had some ham because I knew she was never able to turn down a good slice of ham. But then, she opened her mouth and said, "No thanks, I'm on a diet."

I can tell you, I was shocked. Sam...on a diet...has the world ended?

This was definitely not my Sam. And the more we talked, the more I realized that she was completely different. She was calmer, less sarcastic, and actually had manners. I guess that isn't a bad thing, but it was just so new, and...weird.

I asked her how camp had been, and she immediately brightened up. She told me all about how she had met some girls there that go to our school. They were very popular apparently, and they had made her their "project". I didn't know how they had gotten her to agree to that, and later on I started to believe that brainwashing happened at some point, but she told me how they had "helped" her, I use quotations because I don't believe they helped her at all, become more "civilized" as they say it, and how they had given her tips and advice. And then, she told me that she had to go and meet them at the mall and that she had just wanted to stop by and say hey, and, just like that, she breezed out, the door lightly closing behind her.

I think I sat on the couch for a good hour before I knew that things would never be the same, and then I had the worst realization in my life.

Sam was not my best friend anymore. She wasn't my anything anymore.

My heart broke. I couldn't believe this was happening. The way she had acted was so final, and she never gave me a chance to actually talk to her like how we used to at three in the morning when she'd crawl into my bed because her mom and her step-dad had gotten in a fight. She had acted like we were just peers and had just been hanging out because we had run into each other. And, when she talked to me, I felt like she thought I wasn't worthy of being near her. In other words, she acted like a complete and total bitch.

Freddie came over later on and I told him about her. He agreed with me because he had run into her at the mall. His mom had made him go with her, and when he saw her, he went to say hey but all she had done was roll her eyes. The girls that she'd hung out with had laughed in his face when he tried to talk to her. She just told him to get lost.

We both realized what her new attitude meant. She wasn't going to be hanging out with us any longer.

I cried myself to sleep that night, and many nights following that. I had never lost such a big part of my life in such a short time before. It almost felt like there had been a death in the family, and in a way, there had been. A death of a friendship. A death of a could have been.

I changed as well after that. I guess you could say I became emo, but we as those kinds of people don't really like that word. We like to say that we're more in touch with our artistic side, we don't really give a damn about anyting (even though we actually do), we listen to totally awesome music, and we like to wear black. Lots and lots of black. But yea, in stereotypical terms, I did become emo. It was fitting, I guess. Sam becomes a prep, I become emo.

We were going into high school so I entered with a whole new look. Freddie did too, except he did it for different reasons. He was so tired of his mom making him into a perfect little boy, so he defied her every chance he got and became the perfect little bad boy. He started wearing black band shirts, baggie pants, listened to screamo, spiked his hair, and became the overall bad boy...except for the fact that he still got straight A's, and was still guilt tripped into doing some stuff that his mom told him to do.

So, we both kind of took the darker alley. Spencer didn't really care. He was still the cool older brother with his weird ways. When he asked about Sam, I just said that things were different and to not expect her around anymore. He never asked why, which I thought was weird, but then I later found out that he had talked to Freddie's mom who had seen what had happened at the mall. Freddie had heard their conversation while he was in his room.

Freddie's mom was also surprisingly chill about Freddie's change, which was the main cause of his guilt trip, and told him that it was about time that she backed off a little since he would be moving out of her house in four years. Now, instead of babying him, she talked about getting into the best colleges and getting a decent job.

Freddie and I have grown a lot closer, though I have never mentioned what happened between me and Sam before she left. I know what you're thinking, we should totally date, but here's the deal. We actually talked about it, and he was all for it because he had always liked me, but the more we hung out and the more we talked about it, the more we realized that it was just a sister/brother kind of thing. So, that ended even before it began, though the rumors at school are that we are dating, but we don't care. We don't give a damn, remember?

iCarly is officially done. We never tried to keep it going. It was obvious that Sam was never going to do it again, and I didn't want to be the only host. So, we did a little ending episode, and closed down the website. We got a lot of emails, some angry, some sad, but we never returned them or told anyone why. It was a big deal apparently because we googled iCarly just to see if anyone remembered anything, and we found a lot of communities and boards discussing the different reasons why the show ended. Some were hilarious and obviously not true, like "iCarly: Abducted by Aliens?", and some were so close that it was like we had written them ourselves. People had obviously noticed Sam not being in the last episode.

It started with five words. Five simple, innocent words that I thought would always be true. It was a lie, but I'll give you two words that will always and forever be true.

Everything changes.

Chapter 2 shall be following shortly.