This is my first ever shot at a fanfic, actually kinda my first shot at creative writting. I hope i did this all right.

this is only Chapter one, there is gonna be more. (there has to be, i couldn't just stop XD)

so anyway, please read and review. I hope you enjoy!

I don't own icarly, I don't claim to

Sam heard the alarm ringing and covered her head with the comforter. She rolled her body back into a sea of blankets and stretched. She felt as though hiding under the covers would make the alarm turn off and the light cease to shine through the bay windows in her room. She breathed in the fresh scent of her bed sheets and sighed. She was having a really good dream

She sat up in bed and looked at her alarm. The four green digits blared back at her. 10:45. Damnit Freddie, she thought to herself. She rolled over to her bedside table and grabbed the used tissues from the night before. She tossed them into the dark blue trash bin next to her desk and sighed. Sam hated crying herself to sleep. Especially the night before her 21st Birthday.

She finally pulled herself out of bed. She grabbed her ripped and worn out blue jeans from the floor and pulled them on. She stood up and pulled them down extra low. She looked down at her miss matched socks and found her converse by her bedroom door. she walked up and slid them on and looked up at the mirror. Standing there in her ripped jeans and a lacy black sleep top, she smiled. She was 21 years old. She was in her new apartment, she had a great boyfriend, and two of the best friends in the world. She had a great job at TVS with her friends and most importantly, she was happy.

She looked back down at her feet, her left shoe had a large pink star sticker on it. Hahah, oh FredDork. Two weekends ago Sam had glued a sticker of a pink heart on his HD Camera. Freddie freaked out and told her he would "deface one of her favorite things" so Freddie went after Sam's most prized and favorite pair of black converse. Sadly Sam liked the pink and black star sticker, making Freddie even more frustrated.

"There is just no beating you Sam…"

Sam closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about last night. Last night at a party with Freddie and Carly, Sam had had way too much to drink, and said some really mean things to Freddie.

"It's really not a shock that Emy Cheated on you and then Dumped you, all you do is complain about your problems, I kinda see where she is coming from when she called you 'worthless'"

Freddie didn't see the humor in that, and left. Later that night Sam had tried to call Freddie to apologize but he ignored her calls. She texted him over and over again until he responded at about 2 in the morning.

"shouldn't you be calling someone less worthless?"

Sam open her eyes and looked back in the mirror. Her Blue eyes glowed as she choked back the tears. She dug into her dresser and found a clean shirt and she pulled it over her head. She didn't need to bother showering. Once she got to "work" she could shower there, and then be told what to where by her wardrobe expert.

Sam, Freddie and Carly were offered a job at TVS after they graduated high school. They have been running a youth entertainment and news program together for the last 3 years. Once a week for an hour (40 minutes after commercials) they were have Studio 18 at their disposal, where they filmed iCarly Live. Sam and Carly on stage, Freddie calling the shots behind that cameras.

Sam took a running start jumped onto her super fluffy comforter and giggled to herself. Although she was turning 21 today, she was always going to be a kid. She reached to the bedside table to grab her phone when it rang. It was Carly.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Carly shouted into her phone. Sam had to move the phone away from her head.

"Thanks Carls, how was the rest of your night?" Sam switched ears and started rubbing the recently blown out ear drum.

"It was alright….. not nearly as crazy as yours was. Do you remember anything?"

"I remember enough to hate myself right now…" Sam looked into her waste basket and saw all the used tissues.

"yeah...? you sick or something?"

"No, I mean about things I said last night"

"ooooh… you mean what you said to Freddie?"

Sam just stood there with the phone in her hand. She swallowed hard as another wave of resentment kicked in. she looked down at her pink star toed shoes. And felt her eyes water over. Over the last 10 years of knowing Freddie, it had become harder and harder for Sam to be mean to him. Sam still picked on him non stop, but for some reason, unknown to Sam, she would feel bad about it. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her cigarettes

"yeah….." Sam muttered, she took a breath of air and then kicked back into Sam mode. "whatever though, it's not like he's gonna fire me or anything."

"hahah" you could tell it was a fake laugh, you can always tell when Carly faked a laugh. "no, I'm sure he's over it by now."

"yeah... So are you heading into the studio today?" Sam asked moving the conversation along.

"I was planning on it. We really need to find something to write about. Especially since next week is our 100th network episode!"

"I totally forgot about that…." Sam looked down at her smokes as she lit one and took a drag. "we need to do something crazy, like dunk some Celeb with Orange juice or something."

"hahaha!" Carly laughed for real this time "that would be so perfect! I'll talk to Freddie about it. Unless you want to?"

sam took a long drag from her Cig and exhaled it slowly, she was only able to speak softly into the receiver. "I don't think Freddie is gonna wanna talk to me for a while…"

"Oh please, don't worry about it Sam, it's your birthday, and he has to talk to you. If he doesn't wish you a happy birthday, then you can break his arm!" Carly could tell that Sam was really upset. But she heard a car horn beep from outside. "ooh, I gotta run Sam, Spencer is here, we're going to go to his new art exhibit! I'll talk to yah later!"

"alright… wish Spencer lu…" Sam was cut off

"Happy Birthday Sam!" you could hear Spencer leaning over and shoutign into the phone. "did she hear me? … DID YOU HEAR ME SAM?!?"

"hahaha, yeah I heard yah Spence. I'll talk to yah later Carls.

"see yah later today Sam! And have a great morning!" Sam closed her phone and threw it on her bed. She ran for the toilet and threw up all of last night into the porcelain bowl. "Fuck…."

After brushing her teeth and another Cig Sam walked back into her bedroom and pulled open the blinds. The sunlight poured into the room and the Seattle skyline glittered.

"Hello Seattle." Sam Grinned as her phone played the snip bit of the Owl City song. That meant a Text message… from Freddie.

Sam did another running Dive into her bed and bounced her phone off onto the floor. She sighed and rolled back out of the bed and picked it up. It was a text message from Freddie, so she opened her phone. She practically dropped it when she read what it said.

"not going 2 b studio 2day. Happy bday."

Sam scowled… that little Prick she thought to herself, but then she remembered what had happened and she practically started crying. She sat back onto her bed and started typing out a text back to Freddie.

"thanks. Listen about last night…." She sent the text and she stood up. She walked into her kitchen, and opened up the fridge. The first thing she saw was a bottle of beer. She chuckled. She had owned this apartment for damn near 2 years, and it always had beer, and she is just turning 21 today.

She used the handle on her cupboards to pup the beer cap off and went over to the standing bar where her Pearbook Pro was sitting open. She shook the trackpad and the screen saver disappeared to reveal her desktop. Her desktop image was of her, Carly, and Freddie at their first taping of 'iCarly'.

Sam laughed to herself. Who knew that that girl and that dork would mean so much to me. Fighting off the nastalgia her phone wrang out. Hello seattle, I am a mountaineer.

"w/e just forget about it… have a good one"

this time she did drop the phone. The battery pack shot off the back and the light went out. Sam felt crushed. She managed to piss off half the people she trusted in a matter of one night. Sam felt sick to her guts and ran to the bathroom to throw up once again.

She walked back into the living room and grabbed the shattered phone. Probably what I did to my friendship with Freddie she thought to herself. She put it back together and turned it back on. She sat down on her couch, which was actually spencer's old couch before he bought a new one. She grabbed a pillow and proceeded to hug it in the fetal position. She open her phone to text Carly, but her phone buzzed again.

"Sam, Freddie isn't going to go to work today, do you want to meet me at the art show and just hang out till dinner?" It was Carly, leave it to her to text with full words and grammar. It always made Sam laugh.

"sure. C u in a few."

that's it for chapter 1.

what's gonna happen?!

haha R&R thanks for reading, chapter two coming soon.