A/N: This started out as a One-Shot, but I think one or two more chapters should be added, depending on what you guys think. So if you like it please review!
It's Seddie, with Cam and major Creddie friendship!
Freddie Benson stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. At first he had thought it was his bed. It was old and had always been uncomfortable, ever since the day he received it at age 8. But after tossing for what seemed like hours, he had finally come to the conclusion that it wasn't what he was lying on. In fact, it didn't have anything to do with his room at all. It was the curly blonde hair and icy blue eyes that he couldn't get out of his head. All he had thought about for months was her. The way she glowed when she smiled. How the simplest things could make her happy. Give her a steak and she would love you forever.
Freddie turned onto his side and looked over at the picture on the table next to him. He was in between his two best friends, grins plastered on their faces. All three were dressed in wedding attire, Carly and Sam in turquoise dresses and Freddie in a black suit with a tie that matched the gowns the girls were adorning. He laughed at the memory. The bride had fallen in love with Spencer, and it took a lot to get him out of the sticky situation. But like always, the trio had prevailed. Freddie couldn't honestly think of a time when one of the three couldn't get out of something.
He gazed into Sam's eyes, and even though it was a photo, the girl sure knew how to get his heart racing. That was the number one thing he couldn't stand about being around her. He couldn't control his heart rate and it drove him insane.
The brunette craned his head to look at the clock. 4:43 AM it read. He groaned and shut his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. As he was dozing off, there was a knock at his window. He quickly sat up and opened the pane for Carly, whose clothing and hair had been soaked by the rain. She looked like she had been crying, and without a second thought, Freddie scooped her up in a hug. "F-Freddie." Carly sobbed into his shoulder. "I know you told me the fire escape was just for you and Sam, but when I sit out there I can feel her around me. And I-I miss her so much." She looked up at her friend, who recently had gotten substantially taller than her. He wiped the tears away from her face, his eyes damp. "Are you ready to talk about it yet Carles?" She bit her lip and contemplated for a moment, before slowly nodding, gravitating towards Freddie's bed. He sat down next to her as she inhaled a sharp breath. Freddie's heart ached for her. He missed Sam too but he couldn't comprehend how difficult it was for Carly.
"Well, the last time I saw her she was getting on the bus home. We hadn't been talking about anything important and she seemed fine to me. The next thing I knew she was g-gone." Carly let out a dry sob and fell into Freddie's lap. He stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry. It's not fair to you. To Sam. To anyone. But you know the police are doing their best to find out who took her. I bet you she'll be home in no time." Carly was silent for a moment, contemplating his response, before she sat up and shook her head. "The thing is Freddie, I don't think anyone took her. Sam is one of the toughest girls on this earth. You of all people should know that." Freddie shrugged. "Yeah but even Sam can't outpower a weapon. You can't rule anything out Carly. We need to keep believing she's safe and she'll be back soon."
Carly sighed and threw herself onto Freddie's bed, both mentally and physically exhausted. A missing best friend was taking a toll on her.
Freddie left the room to get Carly some dry clothes and a glass of water. When he came back she was sound asleep, her chest slowly rising and falling. He smiled at her, leaving to the living room to watch some TV. Sleep was out of the question tonight.
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The glare of the sun was what woke Carly from her half sleep. She rubbed her eyes, disoriented. Her clothes were still wet and clinging to her skin, leaving her to wonder how she ever fell asleep in such an uncomfortable state. She slowly sat up, embarrassed that she had gotten Freddie's sheets all wet. "Freddie?" She shouted, her voice hoarse. Carly soon heard footsteps and Freddie entered the room, his eyes bloodshot and hair a mess. If he looked that awful, Carly couldn't imagine the way she appeared. "You okay Carly?" She shrugged and stood up. "I'm gonna go home. Thanks again for comforting me. It's really nice to have someone to talk to." She hugged Freddie quickly before darting out the door and into her apartment.
Once upstairs she shed her wet jeans and t-shirt, throwing them in a pile in the corner of her room. After taking one of her famously long showers, she changed into sweat pants and a Penny-T that Sam had left at her house weeks before. She laid down on her bed, trying to recount the moment that she last saw her best friend. It was weird how much she remembered of that night, but she guessed that it was one of those situations where your memory became sharper after something serious happened.
"So, I told him if he wanted me to embarrass him in front of the entire school again, then sure I'd arm wrestle him. But of course I'm way stronger so I'm going to beat him."
Sam blabbed on and on about Freddie and what a dork he was while Carly just sat there, grinning slyly at her best friend. Though Sam would never admit it, Carly knew the blonde had been in love with Freddie for months now. "But apparently we're battling next week. Whatever." Sam took another sip of her smoothie while Carly rolled her eyes. "Sam, you really should just tell Freddie how you feel." Sam raised an eyebrow at Carly, confused. "What, that I absolutely hate his guts and can't wait till the day I never have to see his face again?" "Nooo!" Carly winked at her best friend and nudged her with her elbow from across the table. "That you loooveee him." Sam, who was in mid-sip, spit her smoothie all over Carly. "I do NOT love Freddie. Gross." "Oh my god Sam." Carly groaned while wiping her front down with napkins. "You just ruined my favorite shirt." Sam shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Spencer will buy you a new one, I'm sure."
Looking back on the memory made Carly smile for the first time in nearly two weeks. She missed late night sleepovers where Sam would insist they watched a scary movie. She missed Sam's constant whining about Freddie, even though she blushed every time his name was brought up. She even missed the vast amounts of food Sam ate. For the first time in 8 years, Carly's fridge was nearly full. Most people would be happy about that. But the Shay's weren't most people. Sam's absence had even taken a toll on Spencer, who didn't have anyone to pull pranks on or make thousands of spaghetti tacos for. And of course, Carly knew how much Freddie missed Sam. She didn't want to tell Freddie how Sam felt about him, even though she was almost positive he felt the same way. Freddie hadn't been himself since she vanished. After school he would go straight to his apartment and Carly rarely saw him, aside from the occasional night when he would come over to update the iCarly fans on Sam's disappearance. The fans had been of little help, but they were all aware of what had gone on and were looking for the girl, which put Carly and Freddie both somewhat at ease. Sighing, Carly stood up and decided to go to the studio. It had been left untouched since Sam had gone, and Carly wasn't planning on putting anything away anytime soon. She looked around for a moment before plopping herself into a bean bag chair and closing her eyes. She thought back to a memory from days before, the only time she had any glimmer of hope that Sam was still alive.
It was a dark night, and typical for Seattle, pouring rain. Carly had just closed her eyes when a noise from the room beside her jolted her out of bed. She realized it sounded like a footstep, sending shivers down her spine. Quietly, the brunette girl threw back her covers and tiptoed down the hall into the studio. The door creaked as she opened it, making her cringe. She stepped further into the dark room, hoping this wouldn't end like one of those awful horror movies Sam always made her watch. Suddenly, the sound of another footstep made her freeze. Then another. And another. The noise was getting louder, and Carly clapped her hand over her mouth to keep herself from shrieking. She turned her head in the direction of the footsteps, and at the other side of the studio, a pair of familiar blue eyes met hers. However, instead of curly blonde locks, this girl's hair was brown and stick straight. Still Carly couldn't shake the feeling that she knew those eyes. They were unmistakable. "Sam?" She whispered into the room, her voice shaking. "Sam is that you?" Before she could step any closer, the girl broke her gaze and fled. Carly shook her head, confused. Was she dreaming?
The next morning Carly woke up in her bed, confused. She had determined what she saw wasn't a dream. It had to be Sam. She knew her best friend.
Carly had told Freddie what she'd seen, but he shrugged it off. She understood why too. She knew he didn't want to get his hopes up, for fear that Sam was really gone and that it would most likely stay that way forever.
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"Fredward Benson?" the teacher repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. "Earth to Freddie. You there?" "Huh? Oh yeah sorry Mrs. Briggs. I must have dozed off." The woman shook her head, looking at the boy with sad eyes. "I'd like to see you after class if possible." He nodded, too exhausted to reply, and put his head back down on his desk. Ten minutes later, the bell rang, causing everyone to dash out of their seats towards the door. Freddie was about to stand up when Mrs. Briggs waved him down. "Freddie, I understand why you haven't been yourself lately. I know it must be hard to lose a friend like that. But you need to start focusing or you might fail my class. Your grades have been dropping quickly as have Carly's. I think you two should see a counselor." Freddie looked up at his red-headed teacher through heavy eyelids. "Why do you care? You hated Sam. I bet you're glad she's gone." Instead of jumping to her own defense, Mrs. Briggs simply closed her eyes and shook her head. "I will admit class has been much quieter without Samantha. But I would never wish what may have happened to her on anyone. I would much rather have her pulling shenanigans 24 hours a day then to have her gone." She sighed, and the room fell silent for a moment, before Mrs. Briggs got up from her desk and handed Freddie a sheet of paper. "Principal Franklin has set up a counseling session for you and Carly tomorrow at 4:30. It would be very beneficial for you if you both went." Freddie took the piece of paper and looked up at his teacher. "With all due respect Mrs. Briggs, I don't need counseling. I just need Sam back."
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That night, both Carly and Freddie couldn't sleep, both tossing and turning in their respective rooms. They thought about what life would be like if Sam was still here. Things would be a lot less stressful, that's for sure.
It was about 3am when Freddie was ready to let sleep overtake his body. He had tried to convince his mom to let him take a sleeping pill, but she was afraid he'd choke on it so she pounded it up and mixed it into a biodegradable water bottle. He had downed the whole thing as fast as he possibly could, and was beginning to feel its effects until the sound of footsteps shook him awake. It couldn't have been his mom, she was working night shift. And the door was locked so there was no way Carly or Spencer could get in. The only person he had known to sneak into his apartment was Sam.
But there was no way it could be her, right?
Freddie sat up in his bed, his eyes glued to his bedroom door which was slowly opening. His eyes went wide when his gaze met with a girl with piercing blue eyes in a purple hoodie and jeans. Her hair was darker than Sam's, but she sounded just like Carly had described the girl she'd seen 3 days previous. "Sam?" He whispered, hoping his words wouldn't be a lost cause.
The girl walked closer to him, not saying a word. Once she had reached his bedside, Freddie knew for certain it was Sam. He had spent too much time studying those eyes not to recognize her. Again wordlessly, she handed him a note and then started towards the window. She turned around, a sad smile on her face. "I was hoping you'd be asleep." She whispered as she lifted the window and stepped out into the night.
"Sam! Wait! Sam!" Freddie jumped out of bed and through the window onto the fire escape, but the girl was already nowhere to be found.
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