Author's Note: Hey everybody, it's the writershand! After browsing for some time, I decided to join and publish some work of my own. I'm somewhat new to writing, but I'm open to comments and suggestions. All of the writers I've encountered are truly inspirational and gifted; I hope you as a reader enjoy my story. Without further ado, let's start this story:

I remember stretching my arms up high and leaning back in my comfortable desk chair. That night was just like any other night I suppose; only four servings of steamed vegetables and a discourse on my posture. It's nice to know my mom loves me; if there's anything that hasn't changed since freshman year and now, it's her.

On that thought, I remember exercising my own power a bit and opening up some windows. As a calm spring breeze began to waft through my bedroom, I decided to do a little maintenance on the iCarly site and check Splashface. Sure, not the coolest thing ever. Bear in mind it definitely was an improvement from watching episode six of Galaxy Wars though. Right?

Anyways, the comments on the iCarly site were the same as always, so I just deleted all the haters and hopped onto Splashface. Sam always insisted it's stupid I check mine since I don't get notifications, but I argued that I did. Sometimes. As I routinely cleared my wall of spam, I surprisingly saw an inbox pop-up.

Take that, you blonde headed-demon!

As I triumphantly waved my fist in the air, proud of proving Sam wrong, my heart jumped when I realized the message was from Melanie. Our first encounter was nothing short of awkward, so I really didn't know what to expect. On an unrelated note, Melanie's existence reinforced the fact that I always was wrong when it came to argument between me and Sam. Ugh. She's real. Still, I opened the message out of curiosity:

Hey Freddie! :)

It's been such a long time since we've last talked! I hope Sam hasn't caused you too much trouble; I bet she's quite a handful sometimes. Anyways, I figured that you'd like to know that I'd be in town again. I've already finished my up second semester at Senators', so I should be able to get to Seattle by Saturday! I hope you finish up strong on your finals Freddie. Miss you! 3

With love,

Melanie

P.S. We're going on a second date! Now that it's clear that I'm real. :D

I couldn't believe what I just read; I gazed at my screen. A million thoughts soared through my head: Why did she tell me she was visiting this summer? Personally? Why did she mention Sam? Did she say she missed me? Oh no; finals? A date?

Being the fool I am, I grappled for my Pearphone and texted Sam right away. I knew Carly would get the news later; honestly, she didn't even cross my mind. As I reread my letter over and over, my phone vibrated:

yeah she is. how do u kno..?

Sam texting me back quickly was strange, but I brushed it off. Her message had a hint of angst, so I began to explain a bit.

ur sister sent me a msg sayin shes comin to visit. she misses me.

...

On second thought, I realized I saved myself some trouble if I left that last bit out. I pressed send, shut my iPears down and hopped into bed. I needed some sleep.

Right when I was about to sleep though, it escaped me as my phone vibrated again. I didn't want to check, but I mind as well if it got my attention. It was from Sam:

ok. night nubnuts.

To this day it escapes me how she thinks of these awful names! She's always got a dozen for each one I have; I guess she's smart and charming in her own way though. Whatever it was, she was special and she knew how to win at everything. With a sigh, I chuckled and threw my covers over my chest. Little did I know what tomorrow would bring.

I'll post the rest of the prologue soon; reviews are greatly appreciated!