A/N: This is my first fan fic, so please be nice! Constructive criticism welcome, though! Flamers are not welcome! Please review...I want to know what I can do better next time! Em

I DO NOT OWN ICARLY

Sam threw her bag down on Carly's couch.

"Hello? Anyone home?" she yelled.

There was no answer. She saw the bowl of fruit on the counter and walked over to it. Picking up an apple, she glared at it.

"Ugh!" she said, disgusted, and threw the apple back into a bowl.

"Do you know, you are a disgrace to food kind. I really think you should just turn into ham, or something."

The door opened and Carly walked in.

"Did I just hear talking?"

"Oh that was Freddy and his mum. Probably arguing about Freddie saying he didn't like tick baths, or something. Ya know, no wonder the boy's like he is... with a mother like that I can't blame him!"

"Like he is? What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know... all nerdy and techy. Hey, did you plan the next icarly yet?"

"I thought you were doing that!"

"I was, but then..."

"You fell asleep and dreamed about meat again, didn't you?"

Sam looked guilty, and remembered all the times that she and Carly had talked about the stupid things that she did. It reminded her of what she had come to say.

"Listen, I've got some bad news. My...my mum's got a job offer and..."

"Hey, that's great news! Why does your face look like you've been slapped by a wet fish, then?"

"Because the job's in England. I have to go with her. Carly, we leave in a week. Its last minute and I know it's going to be really hard, but I think it's best if we don't speak to each other before I go. You know, get used to being apart. I came over to say bye."

As she said this, Carly's knees gave way. She sank on to the couch, and her body began to shake. It took Sam a moment to realise what was going on. Carly? Crying? Sam cried more than she did, and it was rare that she did. Slowly, she slumped next to her, and hugged her.

"Hey, don't cry! We can still talk over the phone, email and use webcams and things!"

Carly struggled to speak, "I know, but it's not the same. I mean, hearing about all of the weird Sam-ish things you do isn't the same as watching them! Plus, who's gonna take the blame for all of your jokes gone wrong? Some posh English girl called...oh, I don't know!"

Fresh tears poured from her eyes, as she gave in holding them back. Sam did the same, just as Freddie walked in the door.

"What's up?" he asked, seeing them both in tears.

"Sam...Sam is moving to England!" Carly managed to gasp before she began to sob again.

"Yes! Wahoo!" yelled Freddie, running around the room. He coughed, seeing the girls glaring at him, and said, "Oh, I mean, Oh no, that's so sad, how will I go on?"

"Just get out of here, you're ruining the view of Carly's apartment. This might be the last chance I get to see it, you know." Said Sam, not even managing her usual dose of sarcasm with the remark.

"Oh, so soon?"

"Yup. I leave in two weeks, and and I decided it was easier to say goodbye now. I've never been much good at goodbyes, so I think it will be more awkward saying bye when there's other people there, or something like that."