A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews!XD

You know, I was looking back at my first chapter and realized...I wrote a very tiny chapter! I guess 'cause I wrote short chapters for The Soul, my last story, that I'm just used to it! I need to get out of that habit, because i have lots of things planned out for this story! So, I apologize for my shortness! lol! To make up for it, I wrote a particularly long chapter...not sure if they'll all be this length, but eh...I'll figure it out later. =P

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think Dan Schneider would have a username on Fanfiction entitled "Twi-Hoster Girl"? ...Yeah, I didn't think I so either...Apparently, I don't own iCarly.

Please enjoy!


I wonder what's taking my stupid sister so long to call…Sam thought angrily, refusing to call Melanie when the idiot hadn't bothered letting her know if she arrived safely. Furious, Sam walked into the Shay residence, completely ignorant to the large amount of people inside the cramped apartment.

With a rather large box hiding behind her back, the blonde girl called out to her hosts, "Carly! Spencer! I'm home!"

It was at that moment that she finally noticed all the people inside helping set up for the party. Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Welcome home!" a recognizable voice came from the stairs. Carly came out with a box full of partying supplies and a smile on her face, as she said, "Even though you'll only be here for a week or two."

The brunette laid the heavy box on the coffee table, as she gave a sigh. "Hey, Gibby! You got the food ready?" Carly called out to the happy boy in the kitchen.

"For Sho'!" Gibby yelled, one spatula raised in the air, as he continued to dance to the beat radiating from Spencer's stereo. He then continued working on the food with his trusted allies, Guppy and Spencer.

Carly turned to Sam, as she said, "We're almost done, but I could use someone to hang up these streamers. You wanna help?"

The girl waved her hand in rejection, as she replied with a smile, "Nah, I got a few things I need to finish up, so I'll be upstairs. Say, you have any wrapping paper?"

Carly smiled mischievously, as she said, "Yeah. In my room. Why the question?" The girl gasped, as she quickly shouted in a voice too loud, "Don't tell me you got him something!"

Sam's face flushed, as she screamed out, "Of course not! What makes you think I would waste my money on that little nub!" Sam began to walk backwards towards the stairs, her face reddening, her present still hidden safely behind her back.

Maybe not so safely, Sam thought, as Tasha came from behind and pointed out her present by saying, "Oh, Sam! You got Freddie a laptop? That was so sweet of you!"

"Tasha!" Sam hissed out furiously, as she dropped the box behind her, balling her hands into fists. "Keep talking and you'll end up replacing your little boyfriend Gibby on my Friday Night Nerd Flusher Attack!"

"Eeek!" The girl shouted as she ran towards the kitchen to seek protection from her much shorter boyfriend, who currently had a pale look on his face, remembering the countless water-filled encounters.

Completely forgetting her best friend, Sam was shocked to find Carly sitting on the floor with her recently bought laptop in her hands.

"Wow, you actually did buy him a laptop!" Carly said with a smile, as she handed the new Mac to the agitated girl.

Sam ripped it out of her hands. "Well, we, I mean, I kinda obliterated his laptop on the last iCarly, so…I mean, you didn't expect me to not get him one, did you?" Sam said, stuttering and blushing all the while.

Carly simply smiled wider, as she got up and whispered in her friend's ear, "I'm sure Freddie will be really, really happy."

This only made Sam blush even more thoroughly, as she shouted, "'Kay, bye! I'll be in my room!" while running up the stairs in a mad dash.

"Don't you mean, my room!" Carly shouted, obviously enjoying herself.

"Like there's a difference!" Sam shouted back, wanting to be in her room as soon as possible.

With the locked door closed behind her, Sam stood in the dark room, taking breath after breath. Her back against the door, the tired girl slumped until her bottom reached the floor.

Damn it, she thought, one hand over her eyes, as she finally caught her breath. Just hearing his name makes my stupid heart feel like it's run a mile when I merely ran a few steps…Why the hell am I feeling this now when I know…

Sam tiredly crawled out of her sitting position, until she was lying on the floor, her loosely clenched fist before her face, as she whispered, "…When I clearly know that I don't deserve him. Not only does he not love me..., but he's absolutely devoted to her..."

The confused girl turned around so she could stare at the ceiling. Exhaustingly, she pulled her lavender cell phone out of her jacket pocket, and noticed it was on silent…

Wait…the girl, thought tiredly, her eyes narrowing…IT WAS ON SILENT!

Sam quickly sat up and read that she had 3 missed calls and a voice mail. All from Melanie. About six hours ago.

"Damn it all!" Sam shouted, as she quickly punched in her sister's cell phone, hoping desperately that nothing happened, completely ignoring the voice mail.


Elsewhere, a near split image of Sam sat tiredly in the back seat of a black sedan, staring at the cell phone she just used. Arriving in Chicago safely, Melanie had wanted to call Sam and ask for a little pep talk, but the stupid girl wouldn't answer. Typical Sam, not answering when I need her the most. Not that she wouldn't answer…I'll bet that idiot has her phone on silent or something.

A cold voice, sitting in the passenger seat interrupted her thoughts. "Who were you calling,…Melanie?"

"Err, no one!" Melanie shouted, waving her hands, as she attempted to explain. "Well, actually, I was just calling Sam again, seeing as how she didn't answer the first time I called. I have no idea why she's not answering, either! Well, she's probably just really, really busy…" Melanie rambled on, playing with her hair nervously.

"It was a simple question, Melanie," the voice interrupted. "Stop fidgeting."

At once, Melanie ceased all movement in an obedient manner.

Pam, who had been sitting next to Melanie, eyed her daughter's obedient manner through narrowed eyes. The thought was quickly pushed out of head, as she heard the sound of her name being called by the only man she hated in this world.

I mean, truly hate. 'Cause most people get on my nerves anyway…Pam rephrased in her mind.

"Honestly, Pamela…" the voice said with a sigh. "Why do you bother giving the girl a cell phone if she doesn't use it?"

Pam's eyes narrowed, as she rebutted, "What do you mean? Melanie calls me every day to let me know how she's doing, despite being in a boarding school that I'm not paying for!" She was obviously trying to pin the blame on him, so she was rather embarrassed as to what he said next.

"I meant Samantha."

"Oh," Pam answered in a disappointed manner. She looked out her window, as she replied, "It's only 10 in the morning back home. She's probably still at school and has her phone on silent. Don't tell me you want her to fall behind because she's been using her phone in class-"

"Wouldn't make a difference if she did," the cold voice said, as he took a sip from his water bottle.

Pam gritted her teeth, wanting to say something, but found herself speechless. Why did this one man render her useless? Same reason as to why her daughters found themselves obeying every word he said. Not even her tough little Sam could go against him.

Said man turned around in his seat and extended his hand to touch her cheek. That cold, cold hand, Pam thought, as she flinched back in her seat, her eyes snapping shut.

"What's with that look, Pamela?" the cold voice said, as she opened her eyes. "Don't tell me after all these years, you're still…"

Pam's eyes widened, her heart jumped erratically, and she was suddenly overcome with the feeling to jump out the running car. Of course, I am…After 10 years, those dead cold eyes still make me feel so…

"…frightened?" the man finished.

Terrified and speechless, Pam found herself looking away, unable to stare at those icy blue eyes of his. Those eyes…that face…the perfectly straight blond hair…He's like a statue! And…he looks so much like my girls that it's…frightening…

Richard…

Richard, reading the obvious fear on the woman's face, burst in laughter. "I am merely joking, Pamela. I know you're not frightened of me…" He then turned to the girl with a smirk on his face. "What of you…, Melanie? Are you frightened of me?"

Being called, Melanie shook her head vigorously while answering, "Of course not, Daddy…I-I could never be afraid of you." A smile was on her face, as she focused on her fidgeting hands.

Richard was about to smile when he sensed the car coming to a stop. He turned around and sat properly in his seat, glaring at the driver. "Why have you stopped, boy? Does this even remotely look like my house!" the man yelled, causing all three in the car to jump.

The boy in the driver's seat appeared to be around 18, barely an adult. He had sleek black hair and warm brown eyes, looking more like a college student than a chauffeur. He slowly turned to the man, as he answered, "The car is out of gas, Mr. Puckett."

"And wasn't it your job to fill it, yesterday? Hmm? I'm waiting for an answer!" Richard questioned, making the boy nervous.

As angry and frightened that he was, the boy could only respond, "I apologize, Mr. Puckett."

"Darn it, I have to do everything around here, don't I!" he roared, as he got out of the car and walked into the small gas store.

Finally out of the car, Melanie exhaled deeply. She hadn't breathed the moment his voice rose, feeling that if she held her breath, he may not notice her.

Her breathing turned erratic, she noticed, as both the chauffeur and her mother looked at her with nervous expressions.

"Are you okay there, Mel?" Pam asked, her hand feeling Melanie's forehead, sensing no fever.

"Y-Y-Yeah," Melanie stuttered, rubbing her arms to keep her warm. It's been so long since I've heard that voice and yet…it hasn't changed at all! What am I going to do now? How am I going to tell him that I don't want to go to the boarding school here in Chicago that he's already paid for? If an empty gas tank made him furious…I can't even begin to imagine how he'll react! What do I do? Sam…

"Here," a voice said, interrupting her wild thoughts. Melanie opened her eyes to the sight of a black coat and a water bottle. With her fear in place, she hadn't even noticed how her throat ached and the fact that she was trembling a storm right now.

She looked to the warm eyes of the chauffeur who had been holding the coat and bottle for her. With a smile, she reached for him, as said, "Thank you, um…uh…" Embarrassed that she had no idea what his name was, Melanie inspected his shirt, as if searching for a "Hi, my name is…" sign.

The boy smiled at her very obvious attempt and replied, "Jim. My name is Jim."

"Oh, um, thanks, Jim," Melanie replied, finding her shoes particularly fascinating. I can't believe father has such a handsome and young chauffeur!

"You are welcome, Miss. Melanie." The added title made her face flush, like a tomato.

"Please excuse me, but I must be paying the gas before your father has another panic attack," Jim said with a laugh, leaving the car.

Pam, who had been observing the two very closely, could only smirk at her red daughter. "Well, well, well!" Her loud voice made Melanie jump. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you really like that boy!"

"Wha-Of course I don't; I just met him!" Melanie rebutted, her face going red by the minute.

"Sure, sure, Miss. Melanie," Pam mocked, as she began to laugh, making the younger twin growl.

Her laughter beginning to cease, Pam yawned deeply. "All this lovey-dovey stuff's making me sleepy. Wake me up when your father gets back," Pam said, as she turned her head away.

"Yeah, right! Like I've got the time to save you, you…you…" Melanie stuttered, unable to find an offensive word in her head. Quick, Mel! What would Sam say?

"Ah!" Melanie said in enlightenment "You dweeb!" she said a cheerful tone. As a soft snoring filled the car, she noticed that her mother was already asleep. Melanie smiled softly, as she got out of the car. A rush of wind hit her, as she quickly put on the black coat Jim had given her.

She inhaled deeply, as she put on the coat. He smells so good! Melanie thought with a giggle.

She walked around the black sedan, wanting to go in the store. Thinking better, she leaned against the left side of the car and pulled out her cell phone. Maybe I should try calling her again…

Ring…Ring…Ring…

Melanie sighed deeply with surrender, again. When is that idiot gonna pick up her phone?

"I'm sorry, but the user you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please hang up and call again or leave a message after the beep." She couldn't even put a decent message on the voice mail…Oh well…

Beep!

"Ugh, Sam! Why aren't you answering any of my calls! I don't think I can tell him, Sam…" Melanie said, as she put a hand on her left ear, trying to drown out the loudness of Chicago. "I don't think I can tell Dad…He's still so, so…scary."


The young Jim Adkins walked out of the gasoline store, with a sigh. Get it together, Jim! Don't tell me you're crushing on a girl you just met! he shouted mentally.

He sighed and looked to the sky…the cold morning sky of Chicago. He never once felt like he belonged in that town. He hated this place; he hated his job…The only perk that this job had was…that girl.

He laughed humorlessly to himself. For some reason, I don't feel like I'm going to win her…

Reminding himself of his job, Jim reluctantly turned to the car. His blood froze.

Standing in front of the car was that beautiful young girl, Melanie, chatting away on her phone. That wasn't what rendered him frozen, though…for behind her…

"MISS. MELANIE!" Jim shouted, in anger. Anger at himself. But why was he so mad at himself…? Guilt, perhaps? For something that he knew was inevitable? Impossible to stop...

"Hmm?" Melanie said, looking up in response. "Oh yeah, and there's this cute guy I met! Daddy's chauffeur, Jim! He's soooo cute; I can't wait to show him to you! But hands off, sister, 'cause this one's all mine…" Melanie chatted into the phone.

"Miss. Melanie, behind you!" Jim shouted desperately, as he ran towards her, fury and fear blended on his face. A large semi-truck didn't react well with the ice and was skidding towards a certain gas station... and a certain blonde girl chatting on her cell phone.

"Hold on, Sam, I have to…" Melanie started, as she turned around…, "…go…" she whispered, in realization that her words meant more than they implied.

It seemed that in the presence of death, Melanie noticed more things than she normally would. The air was cold, the roads had been extra slippery today…The driver of a semi-truck hadn't been driving so carefully…Jim was still screaming her name, knowing he wouldn't reach her in time…Her mother was still in the car dreaming…Her father may have been watching callously…Her feet were glued to the floor…Sam was still on the phone…

"…Sam?" Melanie whispered, tears running down her face… "Goodbye…"

"MISS. MELANIE!" a voice continued to scream, as Melanie closed her eyes and welcomed the dark.


"I'm sorry, but the user you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please hang up and call again or leave a message after the-"

"And she always complained that I never set up a voice mail…" an annoyed voice said in Seattle. Sam opened her eyes in irritation, as she peered up at Carly's ceiling. She had been lying in her room, trying to get a hold of Melanie, but to no avail.

"Ugh, whenever I see her, I'm gonna force her to change that stupid operator 's voice!" Sam shouted to herself, as she looked blankly at her cell phone.

A voice mail? Sam thought to herself, as she got up and sat on the edge of Carly's bed. Why didn't I notice that sooner? …I wonder what my annoying little sister has to say to me… Sam thought, as she listened intently to the message.


"And why are we going to your house again?" a happy, but annoyed Freddie Benson said as Carly led him away from his apartment. He didn't mind surprises, but he absolutely detested lying, for whatever reason.

"I'm telling you, I have a problem with my computer and I don't know what I should do," Carly said her voice a bit higher than usual, as she stopped in front of her apartment. She took a deep breath. "Okay, are you ready?"

"To solve a computer problem?" Freddie said in a confused tone, trying to sabotage her schemes.

"Oh!" Carly shouted, as if her amazingly complex plan had been demolished. "Um…Yeah, to solve a computer problem! It's a pretty big problem; even Spencer couldn't solve it!" she said, trying to save her plan.

"Yeah," Freddie said in mock sarcasm, "I'll do my best!"

"That's great!" Carly said, not noticing the insult and reached for the door.

Ugh…Whenever someone lies, I really do get an ugly feeling…I've always hated lying ever since…Wait… Since when did I harbor such an intense hatred for lying? I think…I was six…no, I was eight…

The door creaked open and a light flicked on. Someone was there with me… I … hurt …someone … Freddie thought, as he desperately tried to remember. This same memory had not only bugged him this moment, but many, many times. Whenever he heard or told a lie…, whenever he heard someone cry…, whenever he passed by a children's park…, even whenever he saw vanilla ice cream pops…, he would think of this one memory that he couldn't see clearly. A crying fragile girl… It seemed as though a single touch to her skin would cause her to shatter into a million child-like pieces.

"…Freddie?" a soft voice asked, as his mind cleared up.

"Hmm?" Freddie asked, as he looked in front of him to see many confused faces. Shit! I can't believe I just ignored all them! I was so busy trying to remember that I didn't even hear them shout my name! Freddie quickly came up with a way to save himself.

He looked at everyone in surprise, as he started laughing. "Sorry, sorry, I was just in shock for a second. You all surprised me," Freddie said, ignoring the pain in his gut for lying.

Carly sighed in relief, as did everyone else in the room. "Well, now that the guest of honor is here, let's get this party started!" Carly shouted, as a happy Guppy ran around screaming.

Freddie walked through the crowd of people, making sure to say a small thank you to all the people who wished him a happy birthday, but also making sure to keep on eye open for Sam. Making his way to the kitchen, he was surprised to see nothing of the blonde girl.

He grabbed a cup of punch and sat on the counter, visibly upset. So…she really didn't come…

"Hey, birthday boy!" a loud voice said, as he was patted on the back. He turned to see a happy Spencer, who looked like he was on his way out. True, he was one of his best friends, but even Spencer was a bit too old to be hanging out at a teenage party. "What's with the face? You're supposed to be happy, twerp, your birthday only comes once…yeah, once a year!" he said with a smile.

"…Hey, Spencer…? H-Have you seen Sam?" Freddie asked, a tad nervous that he might see through him.

"Sam?…Yeah, when she came home, she went straight to her room. Hasn't come out since. And I can tell that it's true, 'cause the refrigerator's still the same!" Spencer said with a rather big smile at the thought of not having to buy more food for the ravenous girl.

"Really?…Oh…Well, that's…good," he said, not knowing what to really say.

"Strange that she hasn't come down…I think I'll go check on her and bring her down here. Maybe then you'll stop looking so down in the dumps…" Spencer said, as he went up the stairs, leaving Freddie speechless and completely embarrassed.


A certain blonde girl was sitting upstairs, frozen to the point that she might be mistaken as dead, listening to the voice mail left by her sister.

"Sam?…Goodbye…" Loud, inconceivable sounds. "MISS. MELANIE!" A scream. "Someone call an ambulance!" A siren."…Miss. Melanie…" A cry, a sob. "Ugh, what is this…"

That voice…Sam thought, as she continued to listen.

"Someone's inside! Get the car open, get the car open!" "Ugh, she left her cell phone on the ground… That stupid girl…"

A chill ran down Sam's spine, as she recognized that uncaring voice. Daddy?

"…Stupid…? Stupid! Your daughter's lying here dead and you're calling her stupid!" an angry voice shouted. This voice is louder than the others…The one who keeps screaming my sister's name… Sam thought heedlessly, refusing to make sense of the words.

"Don't act so daring, boy." Daddy, Sam thought. "She is my daughter; if I were to call her stupid, what do you plan to do of it…, boy?"

Sputtering. "What do I plan to do of it? You disgraceful bastard, you never once cared about your daughter, did you!" the angry voice yelled.

"You're just now figuring that out? You really are stupid, …boy. Ugh…she left her phone on, too. That disgraceful daughter! If she lives through this, I'll make sure she regrets-"

A tone dial.

It had not even come to her senses that the message was over. It had not even come to her senses as to what the voices had been trying to tell her.

"Goodbye…Sam…"

Ow, Sam thought, as she reached up and placed a hand towards her temple.

"…Miss. Melanie…" A voice full of tears.

Ow…Stop it…Sam thought, as she placed a hand on her other temple.

"She is my daughter; if I were to call her stupid, what do you plan to do of it…?"

Didn't you hear me…? I said…stop it…

"Your daughter's lying here dead…Your daughter's lying here dead…Your daughter-"

"I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP!" Sam screamed to herself in the dark room. Her voice was drowned out by the loud sounds that were coming from downstairs.

"You never once cared about your daughter, did you…"

"I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN ANYMORE!" Sam screamed, as she darted forward and punched through the window before her. Glass fell on the floor, as her fist froze in mid-air.

"…You're just now figuring that out? You really are stupid…You really are stupid…"

"...I'm stupid, then…, are I?" Sam whispered, as she stared down the streets of Seattle. The wind blowing her long blond hair back, Sam no longer felt priorities. "Guess you wouldn't care if I were to die either…Would you…, Daddy?"

She felt the urge to pass away; she could almost feel the blood on her slowly dying face…

"Sam!"

She opened her eyes and turned around to stare at the locked door that refused to open. With that door locked, it would take quite a bit of time for anyone to realize her. No one would notice her.

"Sam, open up! It's me, Spencer!" Sam rolled her eyes and turned to face the window. She smiled solemnly. "Uh, I don't know if you're just asleep or angry, but in case you hadn't noticed…" Sam placed one hand on the side of the broken window, her hands covered in blood, as she leaned forward.

"…it's Freddie's birthday party down there."

She froze. Her eyes opened wide. Freddie…

"And didn't you have something you wanted to give him? I'm sure it would make him pretty happy, considering how glum he is that you're not with him, so…"

He…really noticed? Sam said, astonished, as she turned to face the door.

She took a few steps before saying in a croaky voice, "Spencer?"

"Yeah, kiddo?" he replied.

"…Thanks," she said with a smile.

Although confused, Spencer answered, "No problem."

"I'll be down in a few."

"'Kay," Spencer said, as he walked down the stairs.

As soon as she heard the footsteps retreating, Sam glanced at her scarred hands and realized what she had almost done. She walked across the room and slowly picked up the messily wrapped present from the floor. Holding the present in her hands, she realized that he himself had given her a gift.

He had stopped her from jumping.

With a smile, she took a close look at herself in a small mirror.

I'm still in my school clothes! Shit, what the hell am I going to wear! Sam shrieked, as she ran hastily around the room, the broken window altogether forgotten.


"She says she'll be out in a few," Spencer said to the nervous birthday boy.

"Is that so...?" Freddie said, as he leaned against the counter.

"Yeah; I wouldn't doubt her when she said she'd be down so... stop looking so worried," Spencer said, as he messed up Freddie's hair and walked out the door.

Saying something is easier than actually doing it, Freddie thought with a sigh, as he took a seat by the counter watching the fish tank near the computer. As the swimming gold fish began to mesmerize him, his mind wandered back to his recent discoveries about the crying girl.

That poor crying girl...Freddie thought as sadness overtook him. He didn't even know who this girl was and yet he felt such a strong desire, no, demand to hold the crying girl. Wait, the boy thought, narrowing his eyes. She wasn't only crying... She was also ... screaming ... at me? But, why! What did I do to this kind-hearted girl for her to direct her anger towards me? And why can't I even remember this!

He pounded his fist against the table angrily. Why does it even matter? he found himself asking.

"...Freddie?"

Hearing his name, Freddie turned to the source, his fist still on the table. "Oh, Carly. Hey..." Freddie said, as he placed a hand against his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but found himself unable to. From an outsider's point of view, he looked as though he were hiding his shame, which was indeed, partly true.

"Don't you like the party? You seem...frustrated," Carly said, a look of worry on her face.

The boy looked at her through the corner of his eye, before turning away and saying. "...It's nothing."

"Hey!" the girl shouted, as she slapped his shoulder. Freddie turned to look at his friend, surprised at the violence. "I know I'm a bad liar, but even I can tell you're not telling the truth! Why're you so upset? Don't make me bring Sam out and force her to-Ah! Sam!" Carly said, as she turned towards the staircase.

Hearing that one name, Freddie's head snapped in her direction...and was profoundly amazed. She was wearing a shiny white dress, not too short, not too long. It had two inch wide sleeves, or rather, sleeve. One of the sleeves was missing, but from the stretched fabric, he could tell she did that on purpose. Inspecting the dress closer, he could tell that there were several tears in the dress, also not part of the initial design (A/N: No! Before you start asking, Sam is not walking around half naked! You know how dresses sometimes have more than one layer? She just tore apart parts of the lacy first layer. The second silky layer is still hiding the skin that should be hidden, okay?).

Her face looked particularly more pleasing today, her eyes a tad bit more sparkly, and her cheeks a tad bit more flushed. Her lips were in a small pout, as if embarrased to be seen by her peers in a dress. And to top it all of, her blond curls bounced elegantly around her face.

"She's so beautiful," he found himself saying aloud. Carly turned to look at him in shock. "I-I mean, she never looks like that! Don't tell me you think I didn't notice!" Freddie said, a bit defensive.

Here goes...Sam said as she took the first step down the stairs.


A/N: AHHH! FINALLY! I really need to get used to writing long chapters! This was supposed to be longer, as you can see from the first chapter sneak peak (which I've erased now!), I intended for Freddie to get her present in this chapter, but this seems like a more natural stopping point, you know? As for the "next time on iAngel"s, I don't think I'm going to do those anymore, 'cause it messes me up if i think of something new. Anyway, it's explaining time!

First thing: How did Sam not notice a mountain of people inside the apartment, what with all the noise (I myself found it hard to believe and write)? Well, she did, she just didn't think much of it. Next!

Yes, I know that Pam (Sam's mom) is a little OOC in this, but realize that she's only like this when she's around Richard (a.k.a. Daddy!). Around other people, she's normal and feisty.

The window in Carly's room. Is there even a large window in Carly's room that Sam would fit through? I don't think so, and I don't want to go back and rewrite, so let's just say there's a Sam-sized window in Carly's room, okay?

And now, I bid you adieu! Thank you for reading! Review! Review!