I'm glad that I was granted some time to work on the story. This chapter is rather short, but the next one won't be.

The sound of knocking resonates through the Puckett residence. Sam, hoping her mom would answer it, simply rolls over onto her stomach and tries to ignore it. After the knocking persists, she sighs and drags herself out of her bedroom and to the front door.

Through the peep-hole, she sees Fredward Benson. Her brows furrow, because he never comes over. Opening the door, she is now face to face with the tech producer of iCarly, and admittedly, her closest friend save for her girlfriend.

"What's up, Fred?" she greets in a husky morning voice, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She notices that he looks nervous, but she doesn't say anything about it.

"Hey, Sam." He scratches his shoulder, eyes darting around. "Can I come in?" he asks.

"Oh, sure," the blonde says, a small smile coming to her lips as he steps passed her. "Is everything alright?"

The brunette bites the corner of his lip and doesn't say anything for a moment. "Well, I actually came over here to talk."

Sam arches a brow. "Okay." She leads them over to the couch and they sit, a foot apart. "Freddie, what's this about? You're starting to make me worried."

He sighs deeply. "I'm sorry. There's just been a lot on my mind lately," he admits folding his two hands on his lap in front of him and staring downward at them.

Sam gives him a look that speaks of understanding, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You know that you can tell me anything, right?"

A small, sad smile comes onto his face. "I know. This is about your relationship with Carly." At hearing this, Sam's brows come together in confusion, but she lets him speak. "It's obvious to me that you two love each other, and I'm so happy for you guys, honestly. But I can't help feeling that I'm losing my best friends." To his surprise, he finds himself wrapped in a tight embrace by Sam merely a moment after he finishes his sentence. He eventually hugs back, and after a time, they part.

"Listen to me, Freddie. No matter what happens between Cary and I, you and I are going to be best friends. You're right, I do love her. I love her more than anything. But, that doesn't mean you are any less important to me, alright?"

Wiping the corner of his eye, Freddie smiles. "Okay." He heard what he needed to, so he stands. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" she replies, smiling at her friend.

"Do you wanna come over and play some videogames? Just the two of us?" The brunette looks unsurely at his knuckles.

Sam looks confusedly at Freddie. "Uh-"

"I mean, we haven't hung out in so long," he cuts her off with his ramblings. "I just thought that maybe, well, I don't know-"

"Shut up," Sam commands, grinning. "Of course I want to come over. As long as you have some decent food."