So a few of you told me that you like to see longer chapters, and I prefer writing lengthy chapters too, so that's what you'll mostly see. This chapter is actually the longest one of them all so far, so brace yourself!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
FREDDIE POV
I waited outside the door of my apartment. I heard the TV on and I knew Carly must be watching her favorite reality show again. I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. How the hell was I going to tell Carly I loved Sam? I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Freddie!" Carly said cheerfully.
"Hi Car," I said softly.
I sat down on the couch next to her.
"Where did you go before?" She asked.
I sighed. "Carly we need to talk."
"About what?" She asked, confused. "What's wrong?"
"Carly, it's not working out between us." I said, hating myself for not thinking anything better to say.
She shook her head violently. "No… no. Freddie, what are you talking about?"
"We should see other people. You know as well as I do that things are going nowhere between us." I said.
"Freddie, I thought you loved me. You always have loved me, as soon as you met me. At least that's what you told me." Carly said, starting to show emotion.
"I'm sorry Carly… I thought we were meant for each other but we're not. I do love you, but more like a friend or a sister." I said.
"We'll work things out Freddie, we always do!" Carly said persistently.
I sighed. She wasn't getting it. I had to get across to her now, and I knew the only way to do it would hurt her. This was the best thing for both of us, or at least that's what I told myself. I can be with the person I truly want to be with, and soon she'd find someone who loved the right way, something I could never do.
"Carly. I'm in love with Sam." I said.
There, I had said it. I watched her emotions change from shock, to sadness, and then anger.
"You don't love her!" She cried. "You hate her! She was always a bully to you Freddie, nothing more than that."
"Don't tell me who I do and don't love, Carly. I love her, I promise you I do. I know that she teased me sometimes, but you don't get it; it was out of love." I tried to make her understand. "Her mother was never there for her, and her dad is in jail. She showed her love the only way she knew how to, by insulting people."
Carly ignored everything I said. "Who the hell does she think she is? She mooched off me my whole life. She basically lived here, and now she's taking you away from me."
I stood up, suddenly angrier than I've ever been. "How dare you say that about your best friend! She had no one else but us Carly, not a real mom, and not a dad. If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at me."
"How about I'll be mad at both of you?" She shouted. "I want all of your shit out of here by tonight." She turned and went upstairs.
I felt bad. Okay, I felt horrible. But what was I supposed to do? I was in love with Sam, not Carly. It wouldn't be fair to me or Carly to stay with someone who I didn't love. I thought about how things had really changed from the past to now. Years ago, I was begging Carly to give me the time of day. Now, she wanted me to stay with her. Or at least she did, before I told her about Sam.
I packed up all my things into my car. I went into the bedroom and took out all my clothes. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I knew that I couldn't stay here of course. There was no way in hell I could stay with my mother, who still lived in Seattle but in a different apartment. I sighed and continued packing all my stuff up.
I slammed the trunk of my car and went back to the apartment one final time. I knocked on the door of the old iCarly studio, where Carly was. She didn't answer, so I went in. The room was just used for storage now, which made me sad. But the place brought back so many memories.
I looked around and saw Carly sitting on a beanbag chair, just like she did when she was younger. There were boxes everywhere. I closed my eyes and saw my geeky kid-self at my cart which held all of my technical equipment. I could almost hear myself saying "5-4-3-2" and "And… we're clear!" I could see Sam and Carly doing crazy stuff in front of the camera, stuff that was completely random but hilarious. I hoped Carly would forgive Sam and I soon, all our childhood memories were together, and it would be a shame to throw all of that away.
I snapped back to reality and walked over to Carly. "I'm leaving now." I said, wanting to let her know.
"Okay." She said indifferently.
"Carly... don't be like this. I love you, you know that. Just not in the way I thought I did. I still want to be friends with you Carly. I know everyone says that to their ex, but I really do. We have so much history that we shouldn't throw it away. And please, don't be mad at Sam. She didn't do anything except fall in love. You'll find love too Carly. You're beautiful and smart; we're just not right for each other. I hope you come to your senses so we can all be friends again."
She didn't answer me, but I knew she was taking in everything I said. I left the apartment and got into my car. I called Sam.
"Hey Sam, would it be okay if I came over?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. How'd things go with Carly?" Sam asked.
"Well… not so good. But I'll tell you everything when I see you." I said.
"Okay, bye." She hung up.
I drove towards Sam's house slowly, trying to make sense of my life now. I guess I was going to have to stay at a hotel until I could find a place that I could afford. I was a photographer, and I loved my job, but it didn't give me a steady income. At some times, business was great, and at others there were hardly any customers. But it was what I loved to do, so I continued doing it.
SAM POV
There was a knock at the door, and I knew it must be Freddie. I looked around my apartment. It was still pretty messy, but I had unpacked a few more boxes while Freddie was gone. I hated living in a place that didn't look like a home. The sooner I got all my stuff settled, would be the better. I sighed, realizing that the place was going to have to look like crap for a few more hours, and opened the door for Freddie.
"Come on in." I said.
He walked in and we sat down on the couch again.
Not wasting any time, I asked what I had wanted to know the whole time he was gone. "So what happened with Carly?"
"Well…" He said. "She didn't take it too well, but I have a feeling she'll come around soon enough. The only reason it took me so long to get back was because I needed to pack up all my stuff."
Of course she had kicked him out. If they weren't dating, they wouldn't be living together.
"So where are you staying?" I asked.
"I need to find a place of my own, but for now I'll find a hotel nearby and stay there." Freddie said.
"Freddie, don't be ridiculous." I said. "You can stay here with me; it's big enough for two people. I know it's not very cozy right now, but after we decorate it, it will be." I said hopefully.
"I don't know Sam… most couples don't move in with each other until they've been dating for awhile." Freddie said hesitantly.
"You don't have anywhere else to go. Plus we have a lot of catching up to do. Living together could make up for all those years that we were apart." I tried to convince him.
As it turns out, he didn't need much convincing. "Okay," He said, breaking into a smile. "Thanks for letting me stay here."
FREDDIE POV
I accepted Sam's invitation to stay with her at her apartment and couldn't help but smile. The idea of living with Sam was wonderful. I was a little hesitant at first, I thought it might be awkward since we'd been apart for so long… but the way me and Sam talked today made it feel like she'd never left.
Sam grinned. "Let's go get your stuff and bring it up here."
We made many trips to my car and back, and set up all the furniture. We used some of hers, and some of mine. When we were done, I looked at it and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Working together with Sam was a lot of fun.
Sam seemed to feel the same thing as she looked around. "I love it!" She cried."
"It's great," I agreed.
"It doesn't match at all." Sam laughed. "But it feels cozy."
I felt what she was feeling too. I grabbed her hand and looked at her, instantly knowing that as long as I was with Sam, everything would work out fine.
"It feels like a home." I said happily. "This is where I'm supposed to be."
I did three different POVs, because I think it makes reading long chapters more interesting and keeps your attention. Thanks again for reading, and if you want to let me know your favorite part of the chapter or the series so far, please do!
