Hey everyone. I've been getting more and more obsessed with iCarly lately, so I decided to write a short story about it. If this seems boring, sorry, but it is the first chapter. It will get more interesting as it goes on!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

SAM POV

It had been years since I last saw Carly and Freddie. Neither of them would ever know it, but I couldn't stand them being together. They fell in love in the late years of high school and went to same college in Seattle. I moved to New York to go to college, but I was back in Seattle now. I was going to pursue my dream of being a writer, and my crazy Mom wanted me to live nearby if I could. So I decided to move back, even though she was never much of a mother to me.

While I was unpacking boxes in my apartment, I could feel all my childhood memories with Carly and Freddie flooding back to me. I knew they would be mad at me for losing contact with them, but it was for the best. I could never be happy for them. I loved Freddie too much. And I could never tell either of them that. Coming back was hard enough for me, but I was confident that I would be over Freddie by now. I wasn't sure though.

I had emailed Carly before coming back, telling her that I was coming back to Seattle. I told her to call me when she got a chance so we could get a chance to catch up. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and sure enough it was Carly.

"Carly?" I said slowly.

"Sam?" She said, slowly too.

"Carls… I'm so sorry," I said, knowing that wasn't enough.

"Sam, we need to talk. Come on over to my apartment. Same place as always. Spencer moved out a few years ago when he got married, so it's just us here." Carly said.

Us, I thought? Oh God, did this mean she was married to Freddie? Or were they just dating? Maybe I should pack my things and move back to New York right now. I was no longer confident that I was over Freddie. I knew the feelings would come back the moment I saw him.

"Sam?" Carly asked.

"What? Oh, sure, I'll be over in a few minutes," I said quickly, hanging up after.

I looked at all the boxes with my belongings in them and felt the need to look good for Carly and whoever she lived with. I fished through the boxes until I found a denim skirt and tank top. I changed quickly and ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror. My hair was as curly as ever, much to my dislike. I smoothed some cream into it to make it less frizzy and put some makeup on.

I walked out of the apartment complex when I was done and towards Carly's place. It was so familiar, yet so different. I stood outside of it staring up until I worked up enough courage to go inside. I walked into the lobby and there was a young woman at the desk.

"Where's Lewbert?" I asked, childishly.

"Who?" The lady replied.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

I hadn't even realized I said it out loud, but somehow it made me sad that the cranky man Lewbert didn't work here anymore. I walked up the stairs slowly, my memories leading me to the place where I spent most of my childhood. I knocked on the door slowly and it opened.

"Sam!" Carly cried. She brought me into a hug and I squeezed her back.

I missed my best friend, although I wished things had turned out differently and she didn't fall for Freddie, I did miss her.

"It's been too long," She said sadly.

"Carls… I'm sorry I left here. I couldn't stay though." I said, knowing she wouldn't understand.

Suddenly, I heard a door shut and a man walked towards Carly and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, Sam, you remember Freddie, don't you?" Carly said.

"Of course," I said in shock.

How could I ever forget Freddie? He was the boy who I tormented all throughout his childhood. He was the boy who I shared my first kiss with. He was the boy I was too shy to tell him how much I liked him, so I kept my distance and showed my love by insulting him. I grew up in a family with a mother who was never there, and I didn't know how to express love. So I was an asshole to him, basically.

But now he was a man. I looked at his face and it hurt. His eyes were the same deep chocolate brown they always were, and his hair was cut right above his eyes, which made him look older but still handsome all the same. And he wore a black v-neck that clung to his chest and arm muscles nicely, and jeans that fit him well. I was more mesmerized by his face though.

The boy of my childhood, who I loved so much, was now a man. And I realized I still loved him just as much. And he was Carly's boyfriend. Or husband, possibly.

FREDDIE POV

I could feel Sam looking at me, so I nervously looked down and blushed.

"Are you guys…?" Sam asked nervously.

"We're not married, we're dating," Carly said.

I saw Sam breathe out and relax a little bit. I took my arm off Carly's shoulder and held her hand softly while I looked at Sam. She was beautiful, and I didn't know why I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I had Carly, the girl I always wanted to be with. Sam looked different, but yet the same. As if reading my mind, Carly spoke.

"You look different, Sam." Carly said.

"Well… I'm 24 now. Not a kid anymore." Sam said softly.

"Let's sit down," Carly said.

I lead Carly to the couch and Sam followed.

"Sam," Carly took a deep breath. "Why did you run away from us like you did? We were all worried about you."

Sam looked at Carly sadly but then looked in my eyes and laughed.

"I bet Freddie was glad to see me gone." She said jokingly but looking sad at the same time. "Why would he miss his tormentor?"

"That's not true." I spoke up. "We both missed you; you should have kept in touch."

It was true. I had missed her, and I still did. In a way, she did make my life tough sometimes, but deep down I always knew she was a good person. She was my first kiss and I was hers, and although she always acted like she hated my guts, I wondered if she ever felt something more from me. I would never admit it to anyone, but even when Sam teased me as a kid, I always thought she was beautiful. But after the way she always put me down, I turned to Carly, realizing she was a more realistic choice.

Sam looked up at the ceiling and bit her lip. Then she sighed. "I can't tell you why I left. I don't want you guys to think that I'm a worse person than you already think I am."

Huh? Sam wasn't a bad person. Sure, she was kind of rude and obnoxious sometimes, or at least she was years ago, but deep down she was a sweet girl. She was just Sam. That was the best way to describe her. Even if I wanted to I could never think badly of her.

I looked up and saw her get up and run to the door.

"Carly, Freddie," Sam said. "I shouldn't have come. It brings back too many memories that should be left forgotten." She looked at me and walked out the door.

Could she really mean memories of us? My heart started beating faster. I had a girlfriend, who I was very serious with. But when I thought of Sam I could feel her lips on mine that one sweet time, even though I tried not to. I stood up quickly and put on my shoes.

"I'll be back later," I said quickly to Carly. I kissed her on the cheek. "Love you."

But after Sam's visit, I didn't know if I did.

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