Sorry for not updating before I've been punished by my dad, you don't really want to know why...Thanks to all the one who review, even though it's a little bit sad don't having much, don't misundestand me, but I would enjoy to have more reviews...

Well, back to the story now...

Chapter 4: Meeting Styles.

Sam's POV.

The next morning as he told us, Mark went to our house to fetch us with a limosine, yeah, I was pretty surprise about that.

His studio was at a nice building, it was high like most of the buildings, full of windows and with a glass entrance. We took the elevator to the 23rd floor, which was the highest.

We went in, his studio was awesome… I considered making an ICarly there, it was huge… The floor was white and grey marmol and the walls black and with big windows and from there the view was incredible. It had a desk with chairs around it, a footbridge, in a corner it had a camera with some views in front of it, it had some lockers, it had mannequins in the other corner and, the best of all, his own buffet.

"Why don't we have breakfast?" He suggested as he saw me staring at the table full of food, it had almost everything donuts, hot chocolate, coffee, flat cakes, cakes, beacon…

"Yes, it would be good." I said almost jumping to the table.

After we finished he took out his pear phone and send a message, I didn't knew to who.

"Well, let's get started while we wait for Styles, he works as the stylist of most of the models I've work with a and I'm proud to call him as my elder brother." He explained. "Oh, I almost forgot it… Sam…?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you want to change for this guy? I mean, he should like you as you are…" He said.

"Darling you should listen to Mark…" Insisted my mom.

"Yes, I'm sure, being myself just doesn't works…" I said.

"But darling did you actually being yourself? I've seen you, you always act as if you are strong and rude, you are… but you can be harm, nobody would say anything bad to you if you cry, and if they did so I know that you would perfectly kick their buts." Said my mom, I stared at her surprised, never though she had been looking on me.

"Mom, I'm working on that of being more sensitive, but if I don't change outside he will think that I'm planning something…" I tried to explain my point, she didn't said anything, she just sight.

"Hello, I'm here!" A man entered to the room, he was identical to Mark only that taller.

"Welcome Styles, here is the women I talk to you and her daughter Sam." Explained.

"Oh, hi." He said greeting mom and then me.

"Well, let's get started!" Said Mark pressing a bottom from a control he had on his table, this opened a door from one of the walls. There it was… a big stylist studio with lots of stuff from make up to skin creams…

"Wow." Said my mother and I at the same time.

"Well, let's get started, come here darling…" Said Styles.

The next hours went fast, suddenly the room was full of people. They all went around me and started fuelling me with lots of products. They appliance to my hear some hydrating creams for curls, perfumes and other stuff, the same to my skin…

Then they started testing lipsticks colours, and other make ups, on me to see which colour suit me best. After that, Mark bring lots of clothes, some of then were pretty good but others were to girly, so in a way… perfects.

"… some of this and… ready. Don't forget to do this cream bath every night before going to sleep." Explained Styles.

"Wow, you look well…" Said mom. "Don't think you weren't nice before, I mean…"

"I understand mom." I interrupted her feeling tired.

"Why don't we go to eat something?" Suggest my future step father, and we all followed him.

"Yay! Good idea! Hey Styles… are you any parental to Sokko?" I said thinking about it.

"Yeah, our second cousin is name like that… Why?" He said surprised, I only smirk.

Carly's POV.

The next day Sam didn't show up at school. I couldn't stop asking if it was because of Freddie's reaction or whatever it happen at her house.

"Carly…" Freddie called for the fourth time.

"Um… Yes?" I asked still thoughtful, we were at our history class and, as always, none of us were paying attention…

"Don't you really have any idea of what happened to Sam?" He asked anxiously, it was the fifth time he asked me that, he didn't believe that I didn't know, even if it was half true.

"I've already told you… I-don't-know!" I was really getting annoyed of him asking.

"Really Carly? Really? You don't have any clue? Nothing?" I sight.

"No Freddie, I don't… But if you are so worried, why don't you come with me this afternoon to Sam's place?" As I said it I started getting unsure… 'What would happen if Sam didn't want Freddie to know what was happening?' I mean, if it is only that there is a possible step father… right?

"Perhaps I will." He answered instantly; I could see in his eyes that he was really worried about Sam.

"So…" I leaned closer.

"What?" He asked confused.

"You really care about Sam don't you? I mean after all you did for her… you can't say that you hate her…" I started; perhaps with a bit of luck I would make him said he liked her.

"Yeah, and? I already said it… she is one of my best friends, even if she causes me physical and psychological pain." He answered more confused. "Why did you take that up?"

"Um… nothing, just saying… I mean, you don't like me anymore, and you didn't actually mention any other girl…"

"Carly…" He interrupted me." Sam is like a sister, I can't see her in any other way than a friend." He stated, the rest of the day I didn't took the subject up, I smiled… tell jokes and all, but it was all fake. Sam was going to be broken hearted if she continued like this.

So I've seen IPhsyco, I wish it had more Seddie... but well, something was... right?

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