Disclaimer!: I do not own iCarly.

Sorry this chapter is short. I'm just getting started. I want to make sure people like it before I get too into it. So reviews are appreciated!

Sam's POV
The cool night air was refreshing after a long night. I've gotten used to walking around late at night. No one knows about this, except for people who don't even know my real name. Watching the neon signs lined up across the night sky, I realized that I was coming onto my street.
Slowly, I propped open my window and quietly got inside. Luckily for me, no one ever noticed that I was gone in my house. They were always too drunk to notice, or just too self-involved to care.
After getting inside, taking a shower, and putting on my pajamas; I went to bed, only to wake up 3 hours later.
The next day at school, I couldn't believe how tired I was. I've been doing this for 3 years and it's never affected me like this.
"Sam! Stay with me here!" Carly was in the middle of one of her stories about Spencer's art and I guess I had zoned out. Again.
"Sorry, Carls. I just had a long night last night."
"It's all right. But seriously, we should put this sculpture into a sketch. It'll be cool!"
"Okay. Sounds good." I still didn't have a clue what we were talking about.
"Hey. What are you two up to?" Freddie had walked up to us.
"Nothing." I mumbled and walked off.

*Flashback*

"Sam, I just don't understand why you won't hang out with me. We are a couple, right?" A 13 year old Freddie asked.
"You know that I have to go to my uncles!" I almost shouted back to him.
"Well maybe you should stay there. I'm done trying to make things work!"
"Whatever." I wasn't going to let him see me cry.

*End Flashback*

Freddie's POV
"I can't believe she still hates you." Carly whispered.
"I know." I just shook my head. It's been 3 years since we've broken up. I've changed a lot. But I would never admit it to her. I love her now. I was too young back then...
I couldn't even imagine how my life would be right now if we didn't break up. I love her.

Sam's POV.
I still remember it like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

After my boyfriend just broke up with me, I get home to find a note. It said, 'Went to Anthony's house. See ya when I get home."
This was just fucking great! My mother went to my uncles without me! Now what? I was alone.
Later that weekend I found myself wandering aimlessly around the streets of Seattle. Had to find someway to entertain myself, right?
I met so many interesting people that night, but only one who changed my life completely. I couldn't forget him if I tried.