"SamsamsamsamSSAAMM!" A perky red-head came bounding into the front living room. A blonde girl who was covered in popcorn, chilli around her mouth and legs sprawled across the sofa, murmured, "Whhaatt!" Cat was jumping all around, her pear phone gripped tightly in her hand. "What could possibly be more important than my sleep Cat?" Stumbling feebly around to sit next to Sam, Cat shoved her pear phone two mm away from Sam's nose. The phone read: "Hey Cat, its Freddie Benson. I couldn't get hold of Sam so I just guessed that you'd show her this anyway. Sam, I need you to ring me ASAP, it's about Carly. She needs to talk to both of us in a live web-chat tomorrow at 7am. Please come to Seattle, you can stay at mine my mom's away. Ring please!"
For a few seconds Sam just stared at the phone. She hadn't heard from Freddie since they're 'get together' after the killer tuna jump. And as for Carly, she hadn't bothered with any contact what so ever since she left two years ago. "Who gives one about Carly?" Sam growled suddenly. Cat's mouth fell open in shock. "Sam, Carly is your best friend!" "Was!" cringed Sam, "Before she hasn't contacted Spencer, Freddie or me in two years!" The shocked girl didn't know how to respond. The pair had always looked so inseparable on iCarly. How could the girl Sam had known since they were seven have not even sent a little text to her since she left? "But I'm still gonna ring Benson. He seems pretty shaken up too!" And with that, Sam brushed herself off, wiped her mouth with her sleeve and grabbed her phone.
"Sam! I didn't think you'd answer my text." Freddie seemed almost relieved. "Yeah well, don't think I'm ringing 'cause I care about you Benson." Sam could almost see the smirk forming on Freddie's face. There was a pause in the line. "What da you want? This better be good Fredward, 'cause if it's not, I'll go over to my motorcycle, get on it, drive to Seattle and…" Freddie interrupted her by saying, "Oh I've missed your threats Sam. Anyway, it is good. Carly texted me yesterday saying…" Sam froze but yelled "Carly did what? I thought she was my best friend! Why would she text you of all people?" "Sam." "I've heard enough Benson. I'm coming over to Seattle tonight to hear your excuse, and I'm bringing my muscles!" Almost immediately as the line ended, the phone was thrown onto the sofa, hitting Cat on the arm. "Well," the concerned girl began, "That was a violent chat wasn't it?" If looks could have killed, Cat would be more than dead. "I'm leaving!" Sam yelled. "What? You can't leave. Are babysitting business is famous and…" "I don't care about kids right now Cat, okay? Carly texted Freddie and not me, and I want answers. I'll probably be back in three days!" Stomping off to her motorcycle, Sam cursed and swore as she put on her helmet. Cat started to cry, "But what about me? I can't cook, can't manage money, what am I supposed to do? And what if you all become best buds again and you move back to Seattle. Where will that put me?" Never had Sam seen Cat so angry before, but there was nothing she could do or care less about now. "Cat, we have free cheese burgers at inside-out burger remember? And it's not that hard to get a glass of water. Dice and Goomer come round every day so you'll be fine. What about you friends at school? Surely they could easily come round and help you out, huh?" Sam said this in such a rush, she wasn't sure if Cat heard it all, but the tear-struck girl just nodded sheepishly. "I guess… (Sniff) you're… (Sniff) right." And with that, she flounced off into her bedroom. This seemed Sam's cue to leave, so wheeling her motorcycle out the door, she left.