Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. Plain and simple.

Chapter 1: iHave a Broken Heart

CPOV

I can't believe Andrew dumped me. I really liked him - in fact, lately I had been thinking that maybe I loved him.

"Ugh!" I groaned out loud, even though I was all alone in my bedroom. I can't believe I ever thought I loved that jerk. I picked up the purple fuzzy pillow off of my bed and threw it across the room. Andrew and I had been dating for 11 months, he was sweet and adorable, but also very adventurous and spontaneous, which is what had attracted me to him in the first place.

He was the best boyfriend I could have asked for, and he really cared for me. Andrew was the first person who ever seemed to like me as much as… Freddie. His face popped up in my head as I thought his name. But the image seemed kind of faded, like I couldn't quite remember. Which is strange, because he is still my neighbor and all, but he started hanging out with guys on the track team and, well, we don't really talk anymore. I shook my head and made the image drift away like a picture on an etch-a-sketch.

As I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice I started thinking about all the times I had spent with Andrew over the past 11 months, all the amazing memories we had. I felt tears slide down my cheek as I opened the refrigerator door. As I poured my juice into a glass I noticed the braided brown leather bracelet on my wrist. Andrew had made it for me, I haven't taken it off even once since he gave it to me.

I pictured that night in my mind, we were going for a late-night walk on the beach when he took the bracelet out of his pocket and put it around my wrist. Then he kissed me and told me I was the most amazing girl he had ever met. As much as I wanted to hate him right now, I just couldn't. And as much as I wanted to deny that I ever thought I loved him, I was still thinking it right now. And with that I was full-out sobbing.

I slid onto the floor and cried for a few minutes until my phone started ringing. I took my cell out of my pocket and saw that it was Sam. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and tried to compose myself as I pressed 'talk'.

"Hello?" I said, my voice obviously shaky from crying.

"Carls! You'll never believe what just happened! I was down at groovy smoothie and this guy behind me in line was like 'Hey aren't you one of the girls who used to do that iCarly show?' and when I said yes he told me that he is the owner of a bar that does comedy nights. He asked if we were interested in doing a show or two, I told him I didn't think so. But he gave me his card and paid for my smoothie! Can you believe it? Free smoothie!"

"That's great." I just couldn't make myself sound happy, no matter how awesome free smoothies may be.

"Carly? What's wrong?" I knew she was going to be able to tell. I couldn't hide my emotions from Sam. She knew me too well.

"Well, umm… It's just…" I wanted to tell her, just say that Andrew broke up with me and I was heartbroken, but saying it out loud made it seem too real.

"Carly, just tell me. What's going on?" She sounded really concerned.

"I can't, Sam. I just can't." I was crying again.

"Do you need me to come over?"

"Can you?" I really needed my best friend right now.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be there in like five minutes."

We hung up and I got up off of the floor. I went and unlocked the door so Sam could let herself in and then flopped on the couch, burying my head in my arms.

SPOV

I could tell Carly was really upset. I didn't know for sure what was going on, but I had a good idea it had to do with Andrew. I swear if that kid hurt her I was going to hunt him down and kick him where it counts. Multiple times. I walked to Carly's building and angrily shoved open the door to the lobby when I got there. Right into the person standing on the other side.

"Ow!" I heard the person, a guy, say from the other side of the door. I pushed my way through into the lobby without apology.

"Well that's what you get for being in the way of an angry chick!" I yelled. Then I noticed the person I slammed a door into was Freddie. My anger faded into an awkward silence. "Oh, hey, Freddie. Sorry I, uh, hit you with a door."

"It's fine. Are you okay?" he asked me. I was kind of surprised he cared. I tried not to be offended when he stopped hanging out with us, I know sometimes things just happen, but the three of us were supposed to be best friends.

"Yeah. But Carly's pretty upset about something, I have to go find out what's going on. See ya, Benson." I started towards the stairs when I heard Freddie yell after me.

"I hope everything's alright. Will you tell Carly I said hi?"

I turned around to face him, with a sincere smile on my face because I was glad he actually did still care about us after all this time.

"Yeah. I will." Then I darted up the stairs to go check on my best friend.

FPOV

As I watched Sam run up the staircase I had a strong urge to follow her, to go up to the Shay's loft and pull Carly into my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. I didn't know what was going on but I still felt the need to protect her. Then I realized I couldn't do that. Not only would it be awkward and uncomfortable, but Carly didn't need me anymore. Not after I screwed everything up.

After we ended iCarly hanging out with Carly and Sam got more and more distant. We didn't have as much to talk about anymore, and after I joined the track team I felt more a part of that group than Carly and Sam's. I meant to stay friends with them, but the longer it had been since I hung out with them the more difficult it became to talk to them. Then before I knew it we hadn't talked in two years and we graduated high school still not being friends.

Even after all of it though, I knew I still loved Carly. I've always loved her, and I will always love her. Of course I've dated other girls, but she's always been in the back of my mind. Friends or not, Carly Shay is the one for me. I just wish I would have been the one for her.

And now she's upset, so upset that it made Sam return back to her old violent ways. And I couldn't be there. I couldn't be the one to wipe away her tears and make her smile. That's what Andrew was for, he was her boyfriend after all, and they seemed like they were happy. Although I hated the thought of Carly with any other guy I had to admit that Andrew seemed like a good enough guy, he would take care of her. He had better be taking care of her.

As I walked down the sidewalk I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. I tried to push the thought out of my mind as I headed out to my friend Jake's apartment. Carly would be fine, Sam is there for her. I just need to stop worrying about it.

CPOV

Sam opened the door and immediately shouted.

"Carls?"

"Right here, Sam." I said, still not lifting my head up from my tear soaked arms. She walked over to the couch and sat down by my feet. She put a hand on my back.

"Carly, what's going on?"

I sat up on the couch and faced my best friend.

"Andrew broke up with me tonight. He said that things were different between us, that it wasn't me but our relationship wasn't what it used to be and he thought it would be better for both of us if we stopped seeing each other."

Sam pulled me into a hug and let me cry on her shoulder.

"Carls. You might not like what I am going to say but I'm going to say it. Andrew is a dumbass. If that boy is too stupid to see what he had going then he doesn't deserve you."

"Yes he does. He's amazing."

"If he's so amazing then why doesn't he see what's right in front of him? You are smart, funny, pretty… You are one kickass chick, Carly Shay. And if Andrew is willing to give that up then he is an idiot and you don't need him." What she said hit home. Why was I sitting here crying about a guy? If Andrew was ready to give up on us then he's not worth it.

"Yeah. Yeah! You know what? You're right. I don't need him. I don't need that jerk. I'm over him."

"Really?" She sounded doubtful, and for good reason, because we both knew I really wasn't.

"No." I frowned. "But I will be." Then Sam smiled really big at me.

"You know what you need, Carls?"

"What?"

"A girl's night out. What do you say? You and me can get all dressed up and go to that new dance club down the street. Dance the night away. It'll be fun."

I didn't really feel like going out tonight, but Sam was all excited and I knew if I stayed in the apartment the sadness would take hold of me again. Sam was right, I did need a night out. Just to have some fun and get my mind off of Andrew.

"That sounds awesome. Let's go."

We both ran into my bedroom to try to find some clothes to wear out. As I walked towards my dresser I stopped to look at the picture of Andrew and I that was taken on my 18th birthday. Sam noticed me staring at it.

"Actually, before we start getting ready why don't we de-Andrew this room. Go get a box and we'll put all the pictures and gifts everything that reminds you of him in it. Trust me, it will make getting over him a lot easier."

Forty minutes later we had two boxes full of stuff, as Sam was about to tape the second box closed she stopped and looked at me.

"Do, uh, do you want to put your bracelet in?"

I looked down at my wrist and spun the bracelet around a few times. I thought for a minute before I answered.

"No. Not yet." Sam nodded.

"Okay." She finished taping up the box and stuck it on the top shelf of my closet.

I laid back on my bed with a sigh. My room seemed a lot emptier now. Although I wanted to be over Andrew, I was wondering if I was rushing the healing process. I mean, three hours ago he was still my boyfriend, and now half of my belongings were packed in boxes and I was getting ready to go out. *Sigh* But I knew I needed it. I couldn't sit around and let myself sulk, I didn't want to be the kind of girl who let a guy get her all distraught.

"Hey Carly, I think I found the perfect outfit for you" Sam said, her voice muffled from being inside my closet. She walked out and handed me some clothes.

"That's perfect." I walked into my bathroom and got changed while Sam rummaged around my closet for something equally as awesome for her to wear.

An hour and a half later we were both dressed and ready to go. We took a couple pictures and posted them on Facebook before we left. I was dressed in the outfit Sam picked out. Grey leggings, a floaty purple skirt, black V-neck shirt and black ballet flats. My dark brown hair was mostly straight with a little wave in it, and I was wearing my favorite perfume.

Sam was wearing black skinny jeans, a silky teal tank top and a grey short-sleeved cardigan with black heels. Her hair fell in perfect blonde ringlets down her back. There was no denying it, we looked awesome.

We both stuck twenty dollars and our cell phones into our pockets so that we didn't have to worry about leaving our purses while we danced.

"Ready to go dance your pants off, Miss Shay?"

I laughed. "I don't have any pants on."

"Well I do! Let's go!"

Spencer was out of town for an art gallery that was displaying one of his sculptures, so I didn't have to worry about leaving a note, and before I knew it we were in a cab headed to the club.

I hope you all liked it!! It's my first iCarly fanfic, a total Creddie story in the making. So please review and let me know what you think! I should have the next chapter up tomorrow.