Not the Same

Disclaimer: Though I wish I did, I do not own iCarly or anything related to it.

Freddie bounced on his heels in the boys' locker room. Sweat trickled down his forehead slowly, infiltrating its way into his line of vision. I knew this was a mistake Freddie thought. I really should go… Before Freddie could finish his thought the door to the locker room was barged open and slammed shut.

"Well, looky here, 3:15 pm on the dot," echoed a deep low voice.

"I don't want any trouble. Let's just seal the deal and leave," stammered Freddie, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Wow, wow, wow, hold on there a second. You thought this was gonna be a clean deal- I give you the goods, you give me the money."

"I got it all!" screeched Freddie, hands fumbling through his pockets, holding up a wad of cash.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH TO GET THIS CRANK FOR YOU!" shouted the other, much taller boy. "Well," he said calmly, "You're gonna find out." With a quick sweep of his hands the boy had Freddie pinned against the wall, inches from his face. Freddie could feel the boy's breath on his skin; it tingled on his cheeks, lingered on his tongue.

"Please, stop…" whispered Freddie.

"It's too late now. You had this coming…" The boy pushed Freddie to the ground and climbed on top of him. Freddie screamed, but it was to no avail because the older boy quickly shoved his already taken off shirt into his mouth. With brutal force the boy began unbuckling Freddie's belt, all the while tears streamed down Freddie's face…

Two months earlier

"Hey babe." Carly turned around from Freddie to see her ultra hot mega boyfriend standing behind her.

"GRIFFIN!" shouted a very energetic Carly. She went over to kiss him on the cheek, and Freddie groaned. "What are you doing here?"

"What, a guy can't stop in on his girlfriend?" Griffin smirked.

"Well, the thing is I have to take Sam to the doctor's," Carly explained, "but you and Freddie can hang out here in the studio." At this Freddie groaned even louder. "FREDDIE!" hissed Carly.

"Haha, it's cool babe, I gotta go take care of some stuff anyways," Griffin answered. Carly's eyes began to grow five times bigger, and her lip jutted out into a pout. While Sam has grown immune to the puppy dog face, it seemed that all the males in Carly's life could not resist.

"Please stay, so we can…you know…a little later?" pleaded Carly.

"Well now, how can I say no to that?" Griffin bent over and pecked Carly on the lips.

"Ok, I'm going to go…and Freddie, be nice to Griffin, please for me?" Carly gave Freddie the "Don't screw this up or you'll really never have a chance with me" face. Freddie groaned with dissatisfaction, but immediately flashed his teeth after Carly's death glare. "Bye!" smiled Carly as she closed the studio door.

"Soooo, sup Fred?" asked Griffin.

"-die, you forgot the –die," grudged Freddie. Freddie could not stand Griffin. He hated the way Griffin's teeth were so white, the way he swaggered, the way his hair was all pointy-upy, and most of all, the way Carly could not resist him. In fact, if Carly was not madly in love with Griffin, Freddie would hate all of his characteristics, but with Carly constantly cooing at Griffin, Freddie could not help but envy them and wish they were his own. Sure, Freddie tried talking, acting, and dressing like Griffin, but it was to no avail; Carly and Sam just snickered behind his back.

In fact, Sam's tormenting had been getting a hell of a lot worse lately, and Freddie was becoming more and more pissed off. Whenever Freddie felt he was going to be pushed over the edge, he needed a place to escape before he did something stupid. That would either be the library or his apartment, two places Sam would never be caught dead. Anyways, Freddie's mind returned to the conversation, in which Griffin was in the middle of a monologue…

"…so, I get it man, I'm sorry… I hate it when people give me nicknames, too," Griffin said, "You know, sometimes, when I get upset, I need a place to escape."

At this Freddie's ears perked up, "Really? So do I."

"Yeah, but….does yours come in a bag?" Griffin asked.

At this Freddie was utterly confused. What? How can a place come in a bag, that doesn't make any sense? Logically speaking, the only answer that makes sense here is…no, no, no, NO, NO! Freddie refused to accept the idea in his head. "What do you mean Griffin?"

"I mean….crank."

"Crank?"

"Meth."

"Meth?"

"Crystal meth you idiot!" shouted Griffin.

"Oh, oh yeah I knew that, psh yeah…" Freddie stammered. But Freddie was still in shock. He knew he had to tell Carly. But how? Poor Carly was madly in love with this, this, drug user!

"Aw man, I gotta go," said Griffin, "Tell Carly I'll be back at nine to take her to a 'movie'."

"Why the air quotes around 'movie'?" asked Freddie.

"Ok, it was a surprise, but I trust you Fred…I'm planning on tapping on Carly tonight at my place."

Freddie could not be anymore enraged. First Griffin admits to using drugs, then he TELLS Freddie he wants to 'tap' his best friend. Freddie slowly walked over to Griffin until he was mere inches from his face.

"Now you listen to me," Freddie yelled through a whisper, "I love that girl, and if you do ANYTHING to hurt her in any way, I'll kill you. So I suggest you back off."

Before Griffin could move his lips the door to the iCarly studio was busted open, and in walked Sam.

"Freddie! Get away from Griffin before you infect his bloodstream with dork disease!" she shouted.