A.N: Here's the new chapter.

I absolutely hate this chapter. I've had to re-write it so many times, and I just hate it. I hope you like it though! I'm just sick of it!

Normally this author notes are really long, but I can't think of anything to say...so onto the chapter...right after the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

If You Were Me

By: ForTheWin04

Chapter 4

Lame, is the adjective that comes to mind when asked to describe the Ridgeway High dance. The music was from like, the 80s, and no one was dancing. Well, besides the freshmen and some seniors which I'm sure were drunk because I'm guessing one of them was the one who spiked the punch. Whoopty-do.

"Well this is stupid," I complained from the sidelines while I crossed my arms.

Freddie nodded. "You're telling me."

"Why did you even ask me here?"

"Uhm, because you wanted to go to Tommy Gold's party? And I thought it might be fun," he replied, while looking around. "Clearly I thought wrong."

"Clearly," I clarified.

"And Sam, this isn't really a date," he told me.

"Yeah, cause I really want to date you," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Thanks, Sam."

The fast music coming from the speakers died down and was replaced with a slow song. Though I wasn't sure exactly what song it was, I knew Freddie liked it. I hear him listening to it all the time, but I guess I never bothered asking what it was called. A few couples flooded out to the dance floor, and swayed together to the music.

Freddie rose to his feet and stood in front of me. "You, little missy, are dancing."

"That was a lovely invitation," I joked.

Instead of listening, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor.

I had danced with Freddie a million times before. It's not like this was any different from other dances we had attended together throughout our friendship. My hands automatically settled themselves around his shoulders and his went on my waist.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I hate this dress," I said.

"What, why?"

"It makes me look like a monkey."

"I happen to like monkeys," he protested.

I smiled. "Thanks, but it's just not me."

"Meh, I like it still."

I took a step closer to Freddie and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm bored."

"Sorry I can't be of better entertainment."

"It's not you," I told him. "It's this stupid dance."

"Yeah I know, it's so lame."

"Mhm."

You could hear the music six blocks down the street.

Freddie and I pulled up outside of Tommy Gold's house, and cars were lined up so far that we had to park around the corner. Excitement boiled as we walked towards the house from our parking spot.

"You sure seem excited," Freddie began, taking one look at my happy expression.

"Dude, this is, like, the party of the century! Of course I'm excited!"

Freddie turned his head to look at me. "Promise me something?"

"Sure," I agreed with a smile.

"Me and you are going to have an awesome time tonight."

I grabbed his hand and swayed them eccentrically between us, "Yes Sir!"

I felt a smile on my face when we walked inside the house.

It was obvious that the word had gotten out about Tommy's party. There were people in every single nook and cranny of that house.

Barely room to breathe.

Freddie and I had barely entered when a ball of sunshine tapped on his shoulder. "Surprise!"

Freddie turned around to the see annoyance herself, front and center.

"Carly?" Freddie questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"Well I decided to come," she said – and not to my surprise – smiling.

"Wow, cool," Freddie said, and then he looked at me. "But, I'm kind of here with Sam."

I looked down. "Oh, that's fine Freddie."

"One sec," Freddie told Carly before pulling me aside. "Sam, you don't have to do that. I thought wewere going to hangout tonight?"

"I don't want to spoil your fun. If you want to hangout with her than go," I told him.

"Are...are you sure?" he asked as he placed a hand on my wrist.

Before answering I looked back at Carly. She had on a short, tight pink dress with a black belt and black boots. Her hair was pulled up tightly in a ponytail. I definitely could see a job as a hooker in her future.

I shook my head, and then retuned my attention to Freddie. "Yeah I'm totally cool with it."

"Thanks Sam. You're the best," he said, while hugging me. "I'll come find you later."

"Okay," I said, as he began to walk away.

He turned around mid-walk. "Save me a dance!"

"Sure thing."

Then, he walked over to Carly, wrapping his arm around her waist and they walked into the crowd together.

Samantha Puckett. Party of one.

A tall buff red head came up to me with a case of beer twenty minutes after Freddie disappeared with Carly. "Want one?"

"No thanks," I told him, seeing no point to get drunk when all I was doing was sitting around, feeling sorry for myself.

"Awe c'mon!" he slurred. "Just one! Won't hurt ya!"

I shrugged my shoulders, noticing that clearly he had had a few drinks himself. "Seriously, I'm fine."

"Don't be a downer!" he said as he took one out of the pack. "Just take it, besides you look like you need it!"

"Fine, give it!" I said, and I grabbed it from his hand.

"That's more like it!"

He offered me a bottle opener, and was clearly surprised when I pulled off the cap with my bare hands. He turned around to leave and I nodded him a thanks. I brought the cold bottle to my lips, and took one big, needed drink. Maybe he was right, I did need this.

"Hey Sam. Long time no see."

I frowned when I looked up and saw Derek Hanson hovering over me, a large, lopsided grin spread across his face. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk," he said, moving over to sit on the empty seat next to me.

I sighed. "Okay fine."

He slid his hand into mine, and I tensed up. "I miss you, Sammy."

"Well, you're the one who dumped me."

He shook his head. "I did not dump you! I just needed some time off."

"Yeah, to screw every girl in sight, no doubt," I grumbled.

"That is not true!" he told me.

"Yes, it is Derek."

"Maybe I just wanted to date you," he said.

"You never wanted to date me! You just wanted me!" I said, letting go of his hand and sliding away from him.

"Sam I..."

"...and I'm sure you thought this party was the best place to do it, right? Because, what the heck, we're at a party! Yeah, well you don't fool me Derek. Not one bit!" I spat.

Derek slid back over to me, and leaned extremely close to my face. "Come on, Sammy."

He forced up on me and pressed his lips on mine. I struggled underneath him, and pushed him away.

"Get off of me!" I said as I stood up.

"Hey don't be like that," he said.

"I'm through with you," I said, turning away and running through a mob of people.

I went looking for Freddie when I felt the tears go down my cheek. He had been right about Derek the whole time. He was a jerk.

I just needed my best friend right now. I needed him to hug me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I needed him.

When I finally pushed past a group of football players and their girlfriends, I reached the living room. My eyes scanned the room, and that's when I saw Freddie sitting on the couch with Carly on his lap. They were joined at the lips.

All of a sudden, the room began to turn as I stood there looking at my best friend kissing Carly Shay. Everything around me smelt like alcohol and cheep perfume. I was dizzy and the next thing I knew I was falling to the ground.

"Sam!" Freddie screamed when he noticed me and he moved from under Carly and ran to my side. "You okay?"

I closed my eyes tightly and more tears fell. I just burried my head in my arms and curled up on the booze stained carpet. Suddenly, I felt Freddie's arms underneath me and he picked me up off of the ground. He told Carly he'd be right back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him closer.

My eyes were still shut tight, so I was in shock when Freddie set me down. I opened my eyes to see we were in Tommy's bedroom, and he had set me on the bed. He was sitting down next to me, and stroked my hair. "What happened, Sam?"

"Derek Hanson," I mumbled out.

"Oh my god, what did he do? I swear to God, I'll kill him!" Freddie shouted, and his hands formed fists.

"He just told me that he missed me," I said in a mocking tone. "And then tried to kiss me."

"You didn't kiss him, right?" Freddie confirmed.

I closed my eyes. "No, I did."

"What? That little-"

"Freddie!" I said, cutting him off. "It's okay. I just shoved him off."

"I'm sorry Sam," he told me.

I crawled up to him and set my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him. I felt more tears coming. But this time, it wasn't because Derek. It was from the burning image in my head of Freddie kissing Carly. I did everything in my power to push the memory away.

"You okay, Sam?" he asked.

"Yeah," – Sniffle – "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he questioned, ignoring me.

"Well, not really." I said, telling him the truth.

"Just ignore Derek..."

"It's not Derek. It's Carly." I blurted out before realizing it.

"Carly? What did she do?"

I considered telling him right there. It bothered me when I saw her kissing you. It pissed me off that she was stealing you from me. Sure our personalities clashed, but maybe that wasn't the only reason I didn't like her.

But instead I said this: "I feel bad about holding you back from her. I mean, I shouldn't control your life. If you wanna date her – go right ahead."

"Seriously?" Freddie asked.

I swallowed hard. "Yep."

"Thanks, Sammy," he proclaimed, and hugged me closer. "So, you all better now? No more woozy Sam?" he mocked.

"Yeah," I punched him lightly in the arm. "Thanks for being here for me."

"Anytime, Miss. Puckett," he told me.

We walked back out to the party together. "Well, I gotta go find Carly. You sure you're okay?"

"Oh yeah," I lied. "Never better."

"Okay," he said, putting his hands into his pockets.

"I think I'm gonna go home," I told him.

"You...want me to come?" he offered. But I knew he wanted to stay.

"Nah, I'm fine," I said, regretting it as soon as the words left my mouth. "I'll see you later."

"Kay. Feel better Sam," he said.

"Bye Freddie. Love you."

He smiled as he turned back towards the crowd. "Love you too," he said. I frowned as I watched him walk away.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where I began to fall.

Oh my God! Sam is beginning to realize she likes Freddie! I knew there was Seddie in there somewhere. Aha! Not sure how I'm feeling about this chapter. Didn't really know how to explain that last scene with Sam and Freddie in Tommy's room. Hope it was alright and didn't seem too unreal or stupid. But I guess I'll never know what you're thinking either unless you review. So go, now!

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