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I don't own iCarly or the computer you are reading this story on. But I do own the song. I wrote it for gosh sake.

iChange For You Chapter 2

I don't understand life at all. She slaps me in the face for who knows why. And then she runs away, crying. Maybe I'll ask Carly. She understands girls. But what matters is that she understands Sam, which is whole other thing. I ran down the hall. "Car-" I stopped short.

My mom was probably at her peephole, waiting for me. I ducked down towards the ground. I checked the door, it was locked, great.

For some random reason I had a paperclip in my pocket. I picked the lock. I heard my mom, starting to open the apartment door. I opened the door rapidly, and crawled in closing the door quickly and locking it. I slid down to the ground. My mother was pounding on the door.

Carly and Sam were sitting on the couch. Both staring at me wide eyed. "Hi." I said. They had confusion on their faces.

"She wouldn't raise my allowance, therefore, I told her I would run away. I left, then I went to the fire escape. Then I came back here and she saw me come in. So yeah."

"What'd you do at the fire escape?" Carly asked. There was no way I was telling her what happened with Sam. Not because she would beat me up, but because I respected her secrecy. "Oh, nothing. Just sat there. Thinking."

"Oh." She grinned at Sam. Like I was missing something huge, either that or there was some secret I had missed.

"So, I don't think I can go home..." "You're not staying here." Carly said quickly. "I wasn't' t planning on that. I told her I was running away. So that's what I'm going to do." "But you can't leave through the front door, so......?" "I'll see you later. Just keep the window by the ladder thing unlocked." I went upstairs, and opened the window. Climbed out and down the ladders.

(Sam's POV)

"Wow. He's so learned from me." I said with a smirk. "Wait, how did he get in here." Carly asked me. "I heard the noise. He picked the lock." I again said smirking. "See I told you your important to his existence." "Yeah, probably not. You know what, I wanna try something." "?" I walked over to the door, where Mrs. Benson was still pounding away. I quietly unlocked the door and opened it. Mrs. Benson fell face flat on the floor. "Ha-ha." I laughed to myself. "SAM!" "What?!" "Since, you're not going to help, why don't you go back home." "Fine." I said pouting. I ran back home and to my room, where I had a keyboard. I swear I saw something in the trees, but I ignored it. I went over to my keyboard and turned it on. I started playing and singing.

Do you feel to me
As I feel to you
How I try to stick to you like glue

I try to be there for you
As you are for me
Can't ya see how I feel bout you

I try to be the best friend I can be
in my own mixed up way
As you're a best friend to me
but maybe we can be more

Can't ya see how I feel bout you
Can't ya see past my attitude
Way deep down, I can be nice
but I could also be
the girl of your dreams

I don't care bout your, techy stuff, or your weird friends
I know that I call you a dork
But it's just a disguise.
Pay attention, see past

Can't ya see how I feel bout you
how I stick to you like glue
Look past my attitude

Can't ya see how feel bout you

I heard some shuffling in the trees. Then moments later, a knock on my door. I ran down stairs, and opened the door.

"Oh, um hi." "Hi Sam." "What do you want dork." "Well, um, I know I'm running away. But." I could tell he was about to lie, at least partly. "Well, you know how I'm making a point to my mom. Well I was just thinking maybe if she caught me staying here, I would get in even more trouble, well I would make more of a point." "Uh, huh, yeah sure. So did you bring stuff." "Um, no, I ran away remember." "Oh, yeah. Well, you can sleep on my floor, and use my dad's old clothes, and I can break into your house, and get some of your clothes. "Um, ok. I'll set up my sleeping bag, where is the sleeping bag and pillows?" "In the closet of the bathroom, across the hall from my room. "Okay."

(Freddie's POV)

I ran upstairs and pulled out the stuff, went in her room, and set it up. I saw the keyboard and walked over to it.

I know, lame ending. Get over it jk:). Hope you love it. REVIEW! I require at least 5 REVIEWS, before I publish the next chapter. That doesn't mean to review 5 times, as 1 person. BTW I stink at writing poems. Yes I wrote it. Which proves why it stinks.