A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm so sorry that I made you guys so sad. I really didn't mean to do that. I really wanted to continue this, I just needed a little push. Btw, when my sister read the part about the watch, she said, "Who has a watch like that?" There's this kid from my high school that when me and my friend asked what time it was (school ended at 2:45) he said, "2:37 and 35 seconds." Me and my friend just looked at each other, trying not to laugh. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Sorry if it's short.
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Sold my only guitar
Put all my money into a broken car
And I drove halfway across the country to get away
From the very thing that follows me to this day
I only lasted one and a half years. Melanie practically forced me on the plane home. She knew I didn't want to be there on the terms I was. I mean, I loved New York. I loved Seattle a little more and I loved them the most. I had started thinking of them as a whole, not singling either out.
After I left, they did a video explaining my disappearance as "an unexpected turn of events." They put up multiple videos, pleading for me to come home that I ignored. They even started a contest on twitter, asking iCarly fans to send any information they can on where Sam Puckett might be. I was caught a few times though Melanie convinced everyone that it was her. After the couple of times, I decided to dye my hair red. To stop the random twitpic-ers and because I could.
Melanie felt horrible about graduation. When I got to New York, she almost cried because she realized that I needed her. I never admitted it but she understood.
I had woken up to get to work- I was a waitress in the afternoon and a bartender at night. My drinking had proven to be worth something, especially when guys are giving you tips because they can see your cleavage. Another thing that bartending had taught me: alcohol was evil. I had to watch nice guys turn into jerks, girls turn loose, and nobody seemed to know that you should throw up in the toilet, not near it, not outside the stall.
Anyways, I had woken up and all my things, new and old, had been packed. Melanie was sitting on my bed, waiting for me to get up.
"No, you're not acting like a creepy stalker, Mel, don't worry," I said, my eyes still adjusting to the unholy light the sun kept shining into my room.
"You need to go back to Seattle," she replied, ignoring my comment. I sighed, sitting up and pulling my hair out of the bun I put it in before I went to sleep.
"You know I can't, Melanie. Not yet."
"But you want to, and they miss you and you miss them. Especially a certain brown-haired, brown-eyed guy who—"
"Shut up!" I interrupted, smiling. Melanie would never let me forget that a few weeks of being in New York she tricked me into explaining why. It was only because as much as she had never been around, she was still my twin sister. She knew how to make me spill my secrets and I knew how to get her to act like a Puckett. Hint: she was very protective of her clothes.
"What? Sam, running away hasn't done anything about your feelings, has it?" she asked. I looked at her, looked at my hair and played with it.
"I just wanted a change. Seattle's…"
"Filled with people you don't want to deal with," she finished my sentence. I nodded. She moved over so she could hug me. "I understand that Sammie but, you moved out her with unfinished business. Once you get it all under control, then, I will gladly kick out Maya, my new roommate and take you back. Unless you bring Freddie back with you. Then you're gonna have to get your own apartment," she joked. I punched her in the arm and got out from under the covers.
"Fine, fine. I'll go back but, I don't know if I'll talk to them," I said.
"That's the whole reason for you to go back! If I don't see a new iCarly video or some type of thing with all of you together within one week of today, I will go there and beat your ass until you tell Freddie you love him and you want to be with him," she threatened. I think I knew how people felt when I threatened them.
"Ok. Goodness, don't know why you care so much," I muttered. She rolled her eyes and got up to walk away.
"Wait," I called to her. She turned around. "Do you think he'll like my hair?" I asked, the monster trucks returning. She looked at me for a little while before burst out laughing. She laughed so hard, she had tears running down her face. She kept pointing at me and then laughing even harder.
When she finally stopped, she breathed out a sigh and cleared her throat to speak. "You need to get this thing done now. He's made you into such a…not you," she said, chuckling.
"I know! I hate it! I can't do anything without worrying about his opinion of me and all that shit! Like I'm used to us going back and forth but sometimes, the things he said…He makes me so fuckin' nervous and I just want it to stop! Ugh!" I laid back down and covered my eyes with my arms.
"You're in love, Sam. That's what it feels like. And he'll love your hair, it's very Angela Chase, only longer," she responded.
I heard the click of my door and looked to see her gone. There was an outfit on my desk. Of course she would pick out an outfit for me. I sat up and took several deep breaths as I realized what I was about to do. I convinced myself to stand up but it took another 10 minutes for me to get to my bathroom. I looked into the mirror, ready to hyperventilate. This was going to go well. Nothing bad was gonna happen. I needed to stop this unnecessary worrying. Right?
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And our love will endure, more and more and more
Our love will find a way, to haunt me everyday
I slept like a Sam on the plane ride over. I hate it when people say "I slept like a baby" because babies don't sleep soundly. Melanie babysits sometimes and once, she couldn't do it because she had plans with her friends. I took the job for an easy $100. Not only was it not easy but it increased my hate for kids. Babies were obviously imps in disguise.
When the plane landed, I tried not to cry from anxiety. I only brought a carry-on (cut the costs,) so I was in the airport parking lot in no time. I looked up at the sky. It was a clear, blue sky, rare for Seattle and a comforting welcome after almost 2 years.
"I'm sorry I left without a proper goodbye," I said, partly to Seattle and partly practicing what I would say when I saw them.
"I'm gonna assume no one ever told you but it's not a good sign when you start talking to yourself." I turned to see this tall, gangly guy standing next to me. He smiled at me. I smiled back; he looked like a guy version of me, blond hair and blue eyes.
"I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to Seattle," I replied.
"Ah, so you're not a tourist?" I shook my head. "Sorry, it's just, I was on the same plane as you, and I saw you and you looked kinda like you traveling for the first time and I've never been here before so I was hoping I'd have like a 'tourist buddy' because I'm only here to visit my grandmother and—"
"Alright, Alright, shut up now. I get it. You're new around here. Whoop-de-doo. You don't have to ramble on for hours," I interrupted, annoyed. It was not possible for anyone person to talk for so long without taking one single breath.
"Sorry," he murmured, embarrassed. He blushed. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, god." I grabbed his arm and dragged him to a cab. I pushed him inside and slid in as well. He looked at me nervously as I paid the cabbie the money to drive us to Bushwell Plaza.
"Uh, where are we going?" he asked, nervously.
"I have to do something before I give you a tour," I answered, not looking at him and ready to throw up.
"So…you'll do it?" he continued to ask. I shrugged.
"Why not? You'll be a distraction and I need one."
"So you don't find me ruggedly handsome or care for my colorful, unique personality?" I shook my head.
"I've really only known you for 3 minutes," I said. He shrugged. I looked over at him as he stared out the window. He's cool. He's not Freddie though and I think that's okay.
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So I bought a ticket to England, thinking this is my chance to begin again
But our love that followed me there, is the love that follows me everywhere
We pulled up to Bushwell Plaza not too long after. I kept taking deep breaths and pulled the guy out of the cab. He got our bags and stared up at it.
"You live here?" he asked.
"Used to," I replied. He looked at me as I continued to take my deep breaths.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Because I can be, god, what's with all the questions? Do you always need to talk?" I yelled.
"At least I'm not rambling anymore! Look, I don't need any of this sh—" I punched him in the stomach before he could finish yelling at me. He was pissing me off so much. He yelled in pain and glared at me. I looked at him innocently.
"I have a bad way of dealing with nerves," I murmured. He rolled his eyes at me and gestured for me to begin walking. I stared at him, confused on why he let that go.
As we got in the elevator, I realized I didn't know his name.
"Hey, what's your name?" I questioned him. He glanced at me before looking straightforward.
"Mitchell." I snorted. Mitchell? "And yours is better?" I shrugged.
"I just know a bad name when I hear it," I replied.
"And yours is better?" he repeated.
"Samantha." He raised his eyebrows at me and nodded appreciatively. "Be amazed," I whispered. He laughed at me.
We walked onto the 8th floor and I wanted to run. I knocked on the door and waited those petrifying 8 seconds for someone to walk to the door and open it. When it opened, it was neither of them. I began to breathe again. Spencer's eyes widened at me.
"Miss me?" I said, smirking at him. He girlishly screamed and hugged me. He spun me around in the hallway, still screaming. My arms were at my side. He was holding me too tight that I couldn't move.
"When'd you get back? Where'd you go? Why's your hair red? Ohmigod, so happy! Sam, you know that Carly, Carly!" Mitchell and I walked inside.
"Now I get why it's so embarrassing," he whispered to me. I snickered.
"Where is Carly?" I asked, hoping she wasn't home.
"She's not home but she's coming home today. This is the weekend she comes back. Freddie should be back too," he added, watching my nerves grow until they reached Pluto (yes, Pluto's still a planet!)
"Oh?" I pretended to sound disinterested. I sat down on the couch and looked up at Mitchell standing weirdly by the door. "Either sit down Mitch, or get me a soda. Actually, I do want that soda," I ordered. He rolled his eyes and set down the bags.
Spencer made the whiplash sound with his mouth as he sat next to me.
"Oh please, I just met him. So, um, when will they be here?" I wondered, looking down.
He checked his watch. "Few hours. Just wait." Like the plane ride wasn't enough, I wanted to say. "I like your hair Sam, it's different," he commented.
"You think he-they'll like it?" I asked, hoping that he wouldn't notice my slip-up.
"He will," he answered. He did notice. He looked at me like he always did when he noticed me suffering. "They will, I mean." I rolled my eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that," I demanded.
"Always do, don't I?" I nodded in reply. I looked down at my hair and played with it until Mitchell finally came back with my soda. I began drinking it, waiting for the fun to begin.
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And our love will endure, more and more and more
Our love will find a way, to hauntt me every day
A few awkward, nervous hours later, the door opened and they stepped inside, smiling and joking…
A/N: Yeah, there's a cliffhanger. Love me? XP