Wow. its been a while! I don't really have a good excuse.. How 'bout school's been a bitch?

Except it the Christmas holidays, and I have a laptop now..

Nope, no excuse!

Oh, and there isn't too many chapters left in this story. One or two after this I think..

There quite a bit of swearing in this chapter, so if you don'r like, don't read. You'll just miss reading my favourite chapter.

I'm not joking- who doesn't love a bit of anger ; )

Reviews are love!

Disclaimer- If I own iCarly, my name is Spock.

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Freddie stood across the road form Ridgeway Junior High, slightly nervous. Last time he was in school, he had passed out out on the running track. People were gonna wonder why the hell that happened, and well, Freddie didn't want to get into it.

He sighed, and shifted his backpack so it was resting on both his shoulders. Then, he walked towards school.

Not really ready.

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Sam ran into school, her tangled blonde hair flowing out behind her, and her red backpack banging against her back. It was unusal for Sam to be in such a rush to get to school, but she had good reason.

She had been spotted stealing stuff from a shop on the other side of the city, and the cops had been looking out for her since.

Sam wasn't in any mood to get arrested, and for them to find out she didn't have a home, or a guardian.

The shit would really hit the fan then.

"Morning Sam!" Carly smiled brightly. "In a rush?"

Sam shrugged. "Nah. Just gotta pee. Bad."

"Nice to know Sam." Carly laughed, her brown hair falling in oh-so-perfect waves across her shoulders.

Sam's own hair was a mess, crazy-ily curly and chunks of it caught underneath her collar, and under the strap of her backpack. Contrary to popular belief, Sam did give a toss about how she looked.

A certain guy in her grade had guaranteed that.

But, then again, it was more of an un-requited love thing. He'd never love her. Hell, he barely liked her!

"Bathroom." Was Sam's hurried reply, running towards the girls toilets, her sneakers screeching against the cheap lino floor.

How long was she gonna keep lying?

It was all gonna fall apart someday. More than likely, someday soon.

Sam took a deep breath, and stared at the graffiti that decorated the door of the bathroom stall she had locked herself into.

One day at a time Sam. On day at a time..

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Freddie shoved his books into his locker. He was pissed off, well and truly.

Teacher's had been giving him concered looks all day, kids were coming up and asking him was he all right, Carly was looking over his shoulder at lunch, making sure he was getting the right kinda food, and she was constantly asking him did he check his bloods, did he inject his insulin...

It was like having his mother at school with his, and he couldn't take it.

"Freddie!"

Freddie had to stop himself from getting to know the inside of his locker as Carly's high pitched voice penetrated his ears.

"What?" He snapped.

Carly didn't seem to notice the anger in her neighbours voice because she carried on regardless.

"Did you check-"

Freddin interrupted her before she couldn't finish the sentence that he had come to hate so much in the past few days.

"Stop Carly. Just stop."

Caly looked confiused. "Stop what?"

"Stop acting like my mother!" Freddie yelled. "Stop asking me am I alright- cause I'm not by the way- stop asking me did I check my stupid bloods, stop being such an interfering idiot!"

Carly was taken aback. "I was just trying to help!"

"Well, you're not helping. I'd much prefer if you would just piss off, and leave me alone. I don't want to have a replica of my mother following me around at school." Freddie shouted over Carly's mumble.

"If that's what you want-"

"Yes! Finally, the dumb brunette gets it. I don't want you, or anyone else around, so fuck off." Freddie said, clapping his hands sarcastically.

He slammed his locker shut before walking down the hall and out of school.

He hated eveything, and everyone right now.

Unaware that Sam had watched the whole charade, and was following him, Freddie walked towards Bushwell plaze, not a shred of guilt in him.

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Sam dumped her bag outside Carly's apartment door, knowing that Carly orr Spencer would hear the bang and bring it inside.

She stomped towards the fire, knowing thats exactly where the idot that was Freddie would be.

Wrenching pen the window, she jumped over the ledge, and hit Freddie.

Hard.

"What the fuck Sam?" Freddie yelped, rubbing his shoulder.

"You deservered that." Sam yelled.

"Just, go away Sam." Freddie sighed. "I'm not in the mood."

"I don't give a shit being perfectly honest Benson. Either you sit down and listen to me, or I make you listen. The choice is yours." Sam said, folding her arms across her brightly patterened jumper.

Freddie sat back on the step of the fire escape. "I'm listening."

"Good." Sam nodded. "Now, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" She screamed into his face, globs of spit hitting hs tanned cheeks at a ferocius speed.

"What do you mean? Besides me being a fucking diabetic of course." Freddie replied, wiping the Sam-spit of his face.

"Uh, for starters, what you said to Carly." Sam said, faking thought.

"No understands." Was Freddie's answer.

"No, you're right. Most of us don't know what it's like to have diabetes, but we're trying to help." Sam began.

Freddie opened his mouth to reply, but Sam cut him off.

"Don't. Don't interrupt me." She said, shaking her head. "Your mom and sister are doing their best- they've given up shit that they like, stuff you can't have anymore, and they're eating all the healty stuff you need to. Georgia took weeks off work to come all the way up to Seattle to see you."

Freddie remained expressionless.

"Everyone at school is treating you the same, and Carly's doing her best."Sam continued.

"Well, her best isn't good enough." Freddie snapped.

Sam felt her face flush red, and anger building up inside her. "Right, i tryed to take the nice route Benson, but you don't seem to wanna listen. I'm really fucking sorry you're 'sick' as you put it, I'm sorry you have family who care about you enough to travel halfway up the country to see you, I'm sorry you have friends who care about how you're doing, and I'm really fucking sorry I was ever friends with you."

Freddie stared at her, her words cutting through him like a knife.

"You used to care about me Freddie. You knew when it was getting bad at home, and you cared. I always though I could rely on you, nut I guess not." Sam said bitterly.

"I still care.." Freddie said quietly.

"No, no you don't. Cause if you did you'd have noticed my mum died two weeks ago." Sam choked out. "So, I'll let you get back to feeling sorry for yourself- it's what you do best nowadays."

Sam bolted from the fire escape, tears freely flowing down her face.

Everything had come crashed out a lot sooner than she expected.

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Freddie stared after Sam, dumbfounded. For what felt like forever, he didn't move, but then he sprang up.

"SAM!" He yelled. "SAM, WAIT!"

He sprinted down to the lobby, but there was no sign of Sam. Running back up to his apartment, he noticed Sam's backpack lying by the door.

"Carly! Carly, open up!" He yelled, pounding on the door loudly.

After he had beaten his fist againt the door for ages, Carly opened it dressed in her PJ's.

"What?" She snapped, her eyes puffy and red.

"Is Sam there?" Freddie asked.

Carly shrugged.

"Please Carly, I have to find her." Freddie begged, almosslt in tears.

Carly was taken aback at Freddie's pleading. "Um, no. I haven't seen since this morning."

Freddie groaned. "No no no.." He mumbled under his breath.

He felt Carly's gaze fixed on him, and he looked up, running his fingers through his hair.

"Thanks anyway." He sighed. "And, Carly?"

Carly looked at him, her hand on the door handle.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am. You don't have to forgive me or anything, but I wanted you to know I was sorry." Freddie said in a rush.

Carly simply nodded, and shut the door quickly.

Freddie stood staring at the wooden door, one thought running through his head.

Man, I've really fucked things up..

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