Authors note:

Hey! So this is my second story. I just had this idea of Freddie being emo after being pushed over the edge by Sam. I didn't want to lose this idea so I just wrote it and published it here! This is my prologue, so its kinda short. Like my first story, this fanfic is all in Freddie POV and his thoughts are in Italics. Anyways, enjoy my second story.

Disclaimer: Dan Schneider called me the other day and said he was handing over iCarly to me. So yeah, I do own iCarly...NOT

Carly's apartment (during iCarly)

"And that's why living under water is way better than living on land" Sam concluded the iCarly webcast segment called 'I'm Better than You'.

"And now to end off today's iCarly webcast, we're gonna show you a video of an iCarly fan," Carly said.

"Who plays the piano with his feet? I'd like to the goof behind the camera do that!" Sam ended Carly's sentence.

"What?" I mouthed from behind the camera to Carly. She merely shrugs.

"Play the video Freddie-o." Sam gestured to me to play the video. The screen appeared and there was a young boy on it.

"Hello iCarly! This song is called Marry Had A Little Lamb!" the little boy said excitedly and begins to play the old favourite on the piano using his feet.

"Whoa wasn't that awesome?" Sam said, pressing a button on the remote, a loud cheering came out of nowhere.

"That's all we have for you this week dear Netizens! And this is..."

"iCarly!" Carly and Sam said unison. I chuckled. They're so lame

"And we're clear!" I announced. "Great show you guys. Especially you, Carly. Your performance was great"

"Shut up dorkface. Quit drooling over someone who will never love you back." Sam said, frustrated. Why does she have to care about who I love and how I act about it?

"Did anything I just say concern you? No, so don't get involved!" I retorted.

"Oh... Here we go again..." Carly grumbled, powerless at situations like those. But she still tried to mediate anyway, "Look guys, we all play a part in this project and this is what that makes iCarly a success."

"Yeah? Well any random guy you pick in this world can hold a camera! But I bet that guy would dress way better than this piece of crap!" Sam screamed. Her temper was rising, I could tell. But I didn't care. What did I ever do to deserve this kind of treatment?

"Me, a piece of crap?" I said, still trying my best to be patient.

"No, more like a pile of crap!" Sam shouted. That was it. I wasn't holding back any longer.

"Well anyone can talk bullshit in front of the camera pushing little red buttons that the pile of crap made!" I shouted back. Temper lost, my face was burning. I could tell.

"Well! Uh... umm..." Sam said, apparently, she could think of anymore comebacks. I win this round.

"Nothing to say, huh?" I said, smiling gleefully.



"Yes I have! Carly's life would be so much better if you never entered it. You just cause her misery. Just stay out of her life, loser." Sam said, not shouting, but as if she was proving a point.

I stopped thinking of comebacks. I thought of what Sam just said. Than I realized it was true. It was all so true. I thought back, every insult she had ever said to me seemed so true.

"You know what? You're right. I will stay out of Carly's life. Even better, I'll stay out of yours." I said. Walking towards the stairs from the studio but I ran down.

"Freddie! Wait! Sam didn't mean what she said!" Carly pleaded for me to stay. They ran after me. I was at the door when Carly and Sam finally reached the ground floor of the apartment. "Freddie, please stay."

"No, I am doing you both a favour." I said as I closed the door behind me.

Was that okay? I think it was.

I have no idea where this is going rite now so it'll take a while for me to update. Just pray that I get an idea soon kay? -.-

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-Speed