A continuation of Season 2, Episode 16: iReunite with Missy: When Carly's old friend Missy moves back to Seattle, Sam believes Missy is trying to replace her as Carly's best friend.
Hey everyone – Just a quick note that this chapter is basically 2 scenes from the actual episode – however they set up the story for what's to come... I don't even know what's going to happen, but I do nearly have the next chapter in the bag! So I'm sorry this one is a bit short, hopefully later chapters will be longer. I'm aiming to do this in about 3-4 chapters, but you never can tell with me... :-)
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Sam hesitated for just a second, and then boldly knocked on Freddie's door. She waited impatiently as Freddie finally opened the door to see Sam, still looking slightly sick and her hair all dishevelled.
"Sam?" Freddie looked shocked that it was Sam whom was the one knocking on his door. "What are you doing here?" He stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
"Missy's trying to replace me as Carly's best friend." Sam was abrupt, never one to shy away from saying blatant, hurtful things.
Freddie looked at her in disbelief. "What makes you say that?"
"Because she straight out told me so."
Freddie gave an inward sigh. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything! We went out for smoothies and while Carly was fetching the drinks she looked straight at me and said 'Carly was my best friend first and I'm taking her back.'" Sam puts on a nasal voice in a bad imitation of Missy. "She admitted that she really was behind all those bad things that happened to me."
Freddie put his hands into his pockets. "You're pulling my leg, Sam. Quit teasing me and just go away. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
Sam looked hurt. "Freddie... She did, I'm telling you!"
Freddie shook his head. "I don't believe you."
Sam sighed. "Okay, one more time." She put on Missy's high, nasal voice again. "'Carly was my best friend first and I'm taking her back.'"
"There's no way Missy said that!"
"She did!"
Freddie let out a quick huff in frustration and shrugged. "You know maybe Carly's right. Maybe you're just jealous of Missy."
Sam stood still, sadly realising that this conversation was not working the way she'd wanted it to; Freddie wouldn't believe her either. Damn that Missy and her seemingly nice hospitality! Would no one take Sam seriously?
Sam was crushed, realising that she was beaten. "Okay just - forget it," she said sadly. "Don't believe me." She turned and started to walk away.
Freddie felt confused as Sam disappeared around the corner. Sam was giving up this easily? She never gave up. And, he realised, she hadn't even shown one ounce of her usual bravado and pigheadedness. She'd looked... sad. Was there really something seriously wrong? Freddie couldn't believe that it was about Missy, but he knew that something was up with Sam. But how could he get the truth out of her?
He glanced upwards in doubt and called out loud so Sam could hear him. "Tell me one reason why I should believe you."
He waited as Sam slowly walked back up to him. With a shock, he realised that her normally bright and fiery eyes looked... defeated.
Sam stared at him. "Cause I came here."
Freddie looked at her blankly, and shrugged in confusion.
"Have I ever come to you for help before? For anything?" Sam lowered her eyes to the ground.
Freddie thought back, and was taken aback. He licked his lips as he quickly realised that what she spoke of was true. In the whole time that he'd known her, she really had never come to him before. Overwhelmed, he could only watch as Sam sadly turned away from him again and left.
Freddie sighed in realisation. As much as he didn't want to believe it, there was certainly something going on between Sam and Missy. He'd never seen Sam look so depressed... as though she'd lost her best friend. Granted, he and Sam never saw eye to eye. It was why they bickered so much. But as much as Freddie would never admit it, he did like her – as a friend. He admired that she was a girl who knew how to stand up for herself; that she was never one to back away from a fight. Though, that might be mainly because Sam was usually the one whom started these arguments.
Which made it even more so unusual that she'd given up now...
Lost in his thoughts, Freddie turned to let himself back into his apartment, but quickly found that the door was locked.
"Oh, no-no-no-no!" Freddie felt his pockets for the keys, even though he knew that he'd left them on the counter inside. "No!" In frustration, he kicked out at the door, realising that he was stuck outside until his mum came home. "Oh, butter!" He gave one last half-hearted attempt to hit the door with his fist – it was barely a knock – and sat on the ground to wait, while wondering what he could do to help Sam.
Carly pointed to a place on the map. "Austria."
"Australia." Freddie corrected her.
"Oh, same thing!" Carly said in frustration.
Their friend Wendy walked over to where they were sitting on the bench. "Okay Benson, you are too nice," she looked at Freddie with a smile.
"Huh?" Freddie looked at her in confusion.
"Why?" said Carly. "What'd he do?"
"You know that 'School at Sea' contest last week?"
Freddie looked at Wendy in horror. "Ah, Wendy..." he stood up, making a quick slicing motion across his throat in a hopeless gesture, silently telling Wendy to quit it.
"Yeah?" Carly replied, standing up too. "What about it?"
"Ah – bye Wendy!" Freddie quickly pointed down the hall, directing Wendy to keep walking.
Wendy ignored him and looked at Carly. "Freddie won it."
"Er, no – no I didn't."
"Yeah, you did."
Carly looked at them in confusion. "No, Missy Robinson won it."
"No, Freddie won it and then he told Principal Franklin he wanted to give it to Missy."
Freddie was frantically shaking his head at her but quit after she finished her speech and made a sound, looking like he wanted to throw up.
Wendy leaned over and squeezed him on the cheek. "Sweet boy," she said admiringly before continuing down the hall.
Carly turned and positioned herself directly in front of Freddie. He looked her in the eyes to gauge her reaction before quickly looking elsewhere.
"You gave up that cool trip just to get rid of Missy," she said in awe.
Freddie floundered, trying to think of a quick excuse, his mouth moving soundlessly like a fish out of water. "I was protecting iCarly," he finished lamely.
"No, you care about Sam." Carly stated definitively.
Freddie sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes. "Well... she was really upset."
"And you said Sam wasn't your friend," Carly said with a smile.
"Yeah, whatever," Freddie drawled in embarrassment.
Carly poked him. "Yeah, whatever," she imitated him teasingly.
"Ah, stop it." He said, brushing her hands away. They both turned and picked up their schoolbags that they'd left on the bench. "I just hate that that nasty Missy gets to live it up on a six-month cruise."
"I know," Carly agreed, closing their study book. "Well, when we were little, she used to get really seasick. But, she probably got over that."
"Too bad," Freddie returned. They both began walking off to their classes, but Freddie stopped and pulled her back. "Just do me one favour – don't tell Sam I did that."
Carly stared at Freddie in wonder. "Why not?"
"Just - please?" Freddie said, his brown eyes begging.
Carly caved. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
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