A/N: YEAH! This would have been updated last night but you know, I had an English paper to type and all that stuff. So yeah, school sucks. I had to write a page on what my name means. So if any one wants any pointless facts on the name Bryce, tell me and I'll put them in the author's note of the next chapter.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own iCarly, but at the moment I can't think of a witty way to tell you that.
Freddie POV
Our dance ended and we sat back down sipping our smoothies. "Hey Freddie? Do you like Sam?" What? Did she just ask me what I think she asked me? "Umm yeah, I know we fight and stuff but we're pretty good friends I guess." I told her trying to sound smooth.
"You know that's not what I meant." She said with annoyance.
"OK. Maybe I have tiny bit of feeling from her." I mumbled. Carly's eyes grew wide and a smile spread across her face. She was just about to say something when T-Bo interrupted, "Hey Benson, if you like Sam you probably shouldn't have let her see you dancing with her best friend."
"What?" I stared in shock.
"Yeah, she came in saw you two dancing then walked away crying." He said sympathy for Sam written on his face. I checked my phone and their were two text messages from Sam. I clicked the first one, it read 'Hey Fredface, going to the Groovy Smoothie, You and Carls wanna buy me a smoothie?' Classic Sam. Then, I clicked on the second one. All it said was, 'Goodbye.' I looked from Carly to T-Bo then ran out the door, sprinting to the one place he knew she would be.
Sam POV
I ran till my sides hurt and my legs were two steps from caving in. I looked up to see the one and only Bushwell Plaza. It makes since really, this place was more of a home to me than my own house. Carly was all I had and Spencer treats me like a little sister to him. They would do anything for me and I knew it. Bushwell was a safe house for me when my mom was drunk or living in the Ghetto just became too much for me. Without this place I would most likely be in juvi, with no future or plans for life. I would turn out like my mother, and that was not the person I was going to be when I get older. I was knocked out of my thoughts when my face hit a wall. I had been waking up fights of stairs without even noticing where I was going. The view was beautiful, that's when I realized where I was at. I was out on the eighth floor firescape. I came out and sat in the chair that I sat in the night of our first kiss. I needed to think about some stuff. First, I had found out that I am in love with Freddie Benson. The nerd. The geek. The nub. All of these names came to mind when I thought of him, but I knew that wasn't really what I thought of him. But now it was too late to think any different remember? Because he hates you and loves Carly. He would never like you, he would just turn you down by saying, "Thanks, but we need to stay just friends." He wouldn't be mean or rude because he's a gentleman and would never try to break a girl's heart. But no matter how had he tried not to, he still would do it. So here I am crying my eyes out over a stupid guy. I didn't know it would hurt this much, but somehow I knew it was going to get worse. I had to get rid of this pain. And that's how I came to my problem solving conclusion. I took out my out my phone and sent a single word to Freddie 'Goodbye'. It said so much and so little all at one time. Then I sat down with a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down all the reasons I was going to do this. I told Freddie I loved him. I told Cary thank you for al she's done. I even told Spencer to try not to burn everything down. I put the letter on the chair for them to find. Then, I got up and sat on the railing. I can't believe that I'm about to do this. Me, Sam Puckett, is going to kill herself.
A/N OHHHHH dramatic! I hope you liked it! The more reviews I get the more motivated I am to update so REVIEW! BTW if this seems a littleā¦unorganized, don't worry its supposed to be. Its supposed to represent how confused all cluttered Sam's brain is after the events that took place in the first chapter (:
P.S. Only 13 days till its FOOTBALL TIME IN TENNESSE! I'm not the only girl obsessed with UT football am I? No? Good (:
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That was a lie, THE PIZZA IS MINE.
But still, you should review this story (:
