Hello I am back with the sequel to How Sam and Cat should end. This is set after collage because I don't really want to make a story based on that. Anyway, let's get on with the story: iHollywood #Cat Attack

The sun shun over the bright city of Hollywood. If you looked up at the sign, it would hurt your eyes as it was too bright to bare. Sam Puckett strode along the sidewalk, rampaged with fans and personal assistants. During collage, Sam had been asked to attend an elite acting school in Hollywood: Star Struck Academy. Whilst there, a film producer spotted her in one of the plays, and asked Sam to audition for the role of Lucy, in a film called Stargazer; set in a utopian world, with a big secret. But that's another story. Let's just say the film was a huge hit.

Carly Shay pranced about on the New York Fashion Catwalk. Her costume consisted of sequins and real diamonds. The dress all in all was silver, but ambitiously glamorous. Unlike her ex-friend Sam, (another story to be told later) Carly had attended fashion collage and won 'America's Next Top Modal.' She had stared in many films and was really well known. When she was nineteen, she'd written a book called iCarly: Behind the Camera. It was all about what the trio did when not doing their web show. But Carly had been the one to write it, not Sam or Freddie.

The couple stared up into the moonlight. It was so romantic. The white gem-like stars glistened onto the moonlit stream. The boy took the girls hand and smiled a cheesy grin. Sadly, the girl looked down. "If I could love you, I would. But I've been hurt to many times in my life." Sighing, she got up, kissed him on the cheek, and walked slowly away. "And CUT!" A tall, muscular director sat on a deck chair, looking into his set. "That was great guys, well done. I have a big feeling this films gonna be a huge hit." Freddie Benson strolled over to his two actors. Assistance', make-up artists, hair artists, camera crew, producers and all sorts of other walked over to Freddie. "Sir, you've been the greatest boss we've ever had." One exclaimed, and others nodded in agreement. "How many times do I have to tell you, it's Freddie!" Laughed Freddie. The girl and boy from the movie strolled over and gave him a hug. "I can't believe this is over!" Said the girl. Freddie had produced many great TV shows since collage, even a film. Eventually, he worked his way to the top, and became an excellent director. Before anyone else could say anything, Freddie yelled "Who's up for a sequel?"

"Sam, there's a movie producer who wants to speak to you. Something about a new film?" Later at Sam's mansion in Beverly Hills, she was sat watching TV with her assistant. Sam liked to think of Elizabeth (Lizzy as she called her) as more of a friend than assistant. Always finding the best possible jobs for Sam, Lizzy was always there for her. Sam took a bite out of a burger and Lizzy passed the phone to her. "Hey this is Sam. Make this quick I'm watching re-runs of 'That's a Drag!" The woman on the other side of the phone sighed. "Miss Puckett, here at Hollywood Studios..." Sam wouldn't let the woman finish. "HOLLYWOOD STUDIOS! You mean the place that brought us great films like Captain America, Mission Impossible, Hook, Finding Neverland…" This time, Sam was interrupted. "Yes Miss Puckett, we brought you these films, and many more, and we want you to star in one of them. So, are you interested?" "Hell YEAH!" Screamed Sam. "Give the details to my assistant!" Sam practically through the phone at Lizzy. She ran up to her food room, pulled out a 'Fat Shake' and began to drink. Today was a good day.

Carly Shay sat on her couch in her living room. Her mansion was pretty big, considering she wasn't a huge movie star. Suddenly, her phone buzzed and began to shake. When she checked it, it was an unknown number, but she answered it anyway. "Hello this is Carly Shay. Who's this?" Carly began, examining her finger nails. "This is Trudy. I work for Hollywood Studios… Good, at least some people listen politely." Carly was a little confused. Hollywood Studios? They were a film company. She enjoyed acting, but what would they want with her. "Anyway, my company and I were wondering if you'd be interested in a lead role for a new movie we're working on. Sadly, you can't know any details unless you show up at Studio three tomorrow at twelve pm sharp. I know you live in New York but you have a jet, I'm sure you can get here on time. So, you in?" Carly thought about this. She had a modal shoot tomorrow at five pm. Oh she'd make it in time. "Okay, sounds like fun."

'Oh yes. What better than to spend a sunny day down at the beach.' Thought Freddie as he sun bathed at his private beach. "Dude, this is so cool." Admired Tom, the actor from his now finished movie. "Tom's right. Freddie, you were so kind to let the whole crew come down to your beach" Giggled the actress, Layla. "You know, I've had a great idea." Began Freddie. "If this film is a massive hit, we could make a TV show about it, not a sequel. It would be called 'Learning to Love,' by Freddie Benson, best Directing Producer in the world!" Tom and Layla gasped. They both agreed with the idea. Freddie's crew had set up a beach volleyball court, so the two stars took off their clothes, revealing their swim suits underneath. "Freddie, come play with us!" Yelled Layla. "Nah." Freddie shook his head. "You guys go have fun. I'm just gonna relax." The two nodded and ran off to the court. Just then, his phone rang. He assumed it was his girlfriend. "Hey babes. I'm down at my beach. Wanna come? You can sunbathe." Freddie blushed as an at least forty year old woman replied. "Um, no, I'm Trudy, from Hollywood Studios. The one next to yours; Benson Productions." Freddie agreed. "Well, my manager wants to make a movie, and she wants you in it. She's seen you acting, Mr Benson, and wants you to star as a lead role. If you want more details, come to Studio three at twelve pm sharp tomorrow. In?" Freddie had never tried his hand at acting in a long time. When he'd attended Star Struck Academy with Sam, he'd just been working on AV stuff, but had got a lead in its annual play, alongside Sam. Freddie was intrigued, so excepted. "I'm in."

The trio all arrived at different times. Freddie was the first, arriving at twenty to twelve. He got checked in at Reception and was told to wait in the waiting room. His phone vibrated in his pocket. 'Oh no, really. Rochelle, this is not a good time to call your boyfriend.' "Hey Rochelle. Look, this moment isn't really a good…" "Freddie, babes, I just came to wish you luck and hope you get the part. When you get back, I have a surprise to show you." Freddie smiled. Rochelle was a great girlfriend. Always kind and helpful, they'd met during a movie Freddie was producing. She was the lead actress. "Thanks Ro. Love you loads." "I love you even more baby. Bye." "Bye." Freddie put down the phone. He missed her already.

Making Freddie jump at ten to twelve, was Sam who came striding into the room, followed by Lizzy who was busy making notes on her clip board. The duo made eye contact. All was silent. Not a single sound or movement was made by the two. Lizzy could sense some heat. "Um, Sam, are you okay?" Lizzy asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Sam was shaken from her trance. "I'm fine, Liz." And she found the chair furthest away from Freddie possible. "Can I just ask, what's with all the tension between you two? Wait, he's Freddie, the guy who you used to do iCarly with." Smiled Lizzy. "I don't want to talk about it." Growled Sam through gritted teeth.

At two minutes to twelve, Carly walked in. She instantly screamed as she saw the two. Lizzy's automatic reaction was to shut Carly up. She ran over to her and asked her nicely to be quiet because the receptionist isn't very nice, and doesn't want him coming in here. Again. When Carly did stop screaming and Lizzy took her seat again, she gave Sam the dirtiest look she had ever made, and sat opposite Freddie. Carly crossed her arms and continued to look down at her lap until at precisely twelve, a short, plump woman walked in. "I see you were all successful to make it. Good very good. If you'd like to…" "HEY!" Yelled Sam angrily. "You never mentioned they'd be here!" The women smiled a sour smile. "You never asked." Carly stood up now. "I refuse to work with that pile of trash!" Boomed Carly, pointing at Sam. Freddie just sat, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Guys, you could just try and be friends again…" "Stay out of this BUTTHEAD!" Snarled Sam. Trudy stood calmly, not showing the slightest bit of annoyance towards the argument.

Five minutes later two huge security guards had Carly and Sam held tightly away from each other. Lizzy sat in the corner shaking and Freddie looked at the girls with a look of pure sadness. 'It was only a small mistake. She forced and lied to me.' Thought Freddie, glaring at Sam. A tall, brown haired woman in a black suit and about twenty six, the same age as the trio, strode into the room. "What on earth is going on down here?" Screeched the woman. Sam new that voice anywhere. Stopping struggling, Sam slowly looked up at the woman. "Cat?"

I don't own Captain America, Mission Impossible, Hook or Finding Neverland. I don't own Hollywood Studios or whatever else has a similar name and if there is such a collage or school called Star Struck Academy, then I don't own that either. The next chapter should be up shortly.