JUSTUFF: HEY GUYS!

A lot of people have already gotten interested in iSee Sam's Diary, and I didn't want to leave you on a cliffhanger for too long, so here's the second part to it!

Disclaimer: You suck. You just reminded me that I do not own iCarly.

Freddie's POV

Dear Diary:

Um, I've never really had one of these before, so I'm just going to, uh, sort of make up what I write in this as I go along.

Well, first off, I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. Everyone thinks it's because I hate my full name, but the truth is that my dad always used to call me Samantha, and ever since my dad left, it's been painful to hear it.

Anyways, back to the topic, I love any kind of meat, really, and have the greatest best friend, Carly. Sometimes, though, I feel like I'm living in her shadow. Diary, she's so perfect…good girl, good grades, always getting guys, pretty…I'm just the sidekick. It's no mystery that people see it like that.

Even in the eyes of a guy that I really like. The funny part: I really hope, even if it hurts me, that guy I like and Carly date, mostly because he deserves Carly, and Carly deserves him. They deserve each other. They're both such good people, and I'm not. I'm so grateful and lucky to have met both of them.

Sorry about not telling you his name, it's just…I'd rather keep who it is a secret, even from you. It's embarrassing. Not for other girls, but for me…yeah. Big time.

Well, so long for now,

Sam

P.S. Wow, you're good. First day, and you already got a lot out of me.

P.P.S. I have a feeling we'll be really great friends.

I just sat on my bed, completely shocked.

Sam liked somebody, and I didn't even notice? I thought. What a good friend I am!

I paused in my mind. Carly didn't notice? Apparently not. She would've told me if she did.

Carly, I knew, wasn't one to keep things to herself, especially if it involves Sam and romance.

Suddenly, I thought that maybe there'd be more description of the guy on the next page, and I could figure out who it was…

I was about to turn the page, when I remembered I had told Carly that I was going to add a new thing to the iCarly website today, during rehearsal…uh oh.

I looked up at the clock. iCarly rehearsal started 18 minutes ago.

I closed Sam's diary, leaving it, the lock that was detached from it, and my mom's hairpin all on my bedside table. Then I opened my front door, opened Carly's door, and rushed upstairs.

When I got up to the iCarly studio, Sam and Carly were talking over ideas.

"OK, what about instead of a pickle, we use a banana?" Carly suggested.

"No!" Sam exclaimed. "Strawberries and bananas…common combination. We need something new. Pickles are the way to go."

"OK, whatever. The Soup TV Show parody bit will include the liquid mixture of strawberries and pickles."

"Cool." Sam responded.

"Oh, hey, Freddie," Carly said, just noticing me on my computer over by my tech-cart.

"Hey." I replied, trying to be engrossed in what I was doing instead of thinking about reading more of Sam's diary.

A horrible thought, I know, but…one page, and there was already so much I didn't know about Sam. I'm near her all the time…it was like I was blind to who Sam really was, like a stranger would be.

I wondered if Carly was as unknowing as I was about everything I had read in Sam's diary so far. She was clueless about the crush thing, yeah…

But did she know Sam felt second best to her? That Sam liked being called Sam because it actually hurt her to be called Samantha?

"Why are you so late? You're never this late." Carly said, calmly. She chuckled slightly. "You got here later than Sam. Sam got here only ten minutes late this time."

Carly wasn't mad, since it was just a rehearsal, and we all had pretty much everything figured out and done earlier than usual (except for the Soup parody bit, and what two foods/things we should mix together…but apparently that debate was now solved).

Still it was wrong to be late, in my opinion.

"Yeah…something held me up. Sorry." I apologized sincerely, still trying hard to focus on iCarly instead of that little, tiny diary that I had practically stolen.

"Hey, it happens." Carly said.

After a couple of more minutes, I told them that he was done. They checked out my change to the website, and both Sam and Carly loved it.

"Oh my God, best change ever!" Carly exclaimed, staring at the change still.

"It looks like a totally different website!" Sam eagerly said, coming back with a can of WaHoo punch that was still cold from being in Carly's fridge. "I love it!"

I thought that this was my chance. This could be the time when I could talk to her about this guy. I was about to speak, and say something like, "You love it? Do you love something else as well? Hmmm?"

But if I did, she'd know I'd taken her diary and seen it.

Instead, I didn't say anything, and I kept thinking about how she'd written that she felt like she was living in Carly's shadow. I wondered how she could ever think that. She was so much more than she gave herself credit for. Beautiful, funny, not afraid to speak her mind…

When I realized what I was thinking, I looked away, and for the rest of the time I was over at the Shay apartment, I tried to get my mind off of Sam.

It scared me a little when I realized just how hard it was.

Hey, hey, hey!

Long chapter this time!

So, I hope you guys enjoyed what's going on so far. Show me if you do by reviewing!

SAYING OF THE CHAPTER: Diaries should really have better locks…

;)

Love you guys,

Zazeendot/Celene

P.S. New chapter of iDo Not Remember is coming soon!