Okay, so who watched iDo? Right in the middle of the premiere of it, I saw the iStart a Fanwar promo, and I flipped out. I'm so excited! I swear, if he doesn't choose Sam, I will be disgusted with the show… mostly. But if you have any information on the movie, please don't tell me, because I want it to be a surprise. Thanks!

I woke up the next morning with a feeling of helplessness. I was basically on my own now, no? I kind of just tossed Sam into a wastebasket and walked away, huh? My only hope, gone. Idiot, Freddie!

I could've tried one of Sam's tricks, I knew. But I was overwhelmed with a sense of exhaustion for whatever reason. 8 hours of sleep was enough for me, so I didn't know what it was. Maybe I was going crazy… Ha.

And I started to laugh. I laughed throughout my whole morning routine, I laughed as I greeted my mother, and I laughed as I left 3D…err, 3H. Yep, definitely insane. But I stopped laughing as I paused outside of the Shay's apartment.

Every morning since my bad luck began, I had been going there. Maybe I shouldn't… no. I shouldn't. It would make for awkward moments with Sam and cause Carly to get confused and ask questions I didn't want to answer.

But if I just apologized to her, would she accept? Would she help me some more? I really did need to get out of this mess. It was getting old.

What if Sam wasn't even there and I was freaking out over nothing? Besides, I could always come up with things by myself. I was not clueless.

But today was iCarly rehearsal. Saturdays and Wednesdays, leaving one day in between each rehearsal, and on Wednesday was iCarly, which left two days until the next rehearsal. (A/N: Not sure if this is true.)

Just my luck, ha-ha, the door opened and there stood Carly. I shoved my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out the first thing my fingers could grasp. I jabbed the object out towards her, and she stared at it, dumbfounded.

A pencil.

"Um…?"

"You forgot it. You know, before. When we did our homework together. Like a month ago or something? I kept telling myself to bring it to you, but I continued to forget, and… yeah. So here"

"Uh, thanks Freddie… but I really don't recall leaving a pencil at your house... In fact when you help me with my homework, I just use one of your pencils…"

"Oh, well that's weird. I definitely remember you leaving this at my house."

"But isn't it a bit irrelevant that you bring it back to me?"

She had a point there.

"Well, I'm not going to judge what may or may not be important to a person." I said.

"Mm-hmm. Well, thanks." She said, taking the pencil.

"No problem. So where are you going?"

"Actually, I was heading over to your place. We have to meet a girl who wants to be on iCarly at the Groovy Smoothie. She claims that she's our true number one fan, and wants to duel with Mandy."

"Not another Mandy."

"Unfortunately. But we have to go. Sam's already waiting for us there."

My stomach twisted into a knot at the sound of Sam's name. I guess this would be our confrontation.

I followed Carly downstairs to my truck, which we climbed inside of. A big storm was brewing, and the rain was already beginning to come down. Carly sang along to a song on the radio that she liked, and I drove in nervousness.

And then I ran out of gas. People may be forgetting the unfortunate events that happen to me, but my car won't forget how much gas I use. I pulled over as the needle rested on the E and sighed.

"Damn it." I said.

"Uh-oh. Is there a gas station nearby?"

"I think so. Will you help me push?"

"Yeah, sure." Carly replied.

We got out and pushed the truck very slowly along the side of the road until we reached a gas station, which took a good twenty minutes. We gassed up and I gave Carly my jacket to warm her up a bit. We were soaked to the bone. I guessed that this was my unlucky event of the day.

We arrived shortly after, and I fumbled with the keys to lock the car. Soon we were through the doors, and I spotted Sam right away. Her face was blank, not murderous, so I figured that was good. Then I noticed the girl next to her.

The first thought that came to my head: Beautiful.

She had long, straight, caramel-blonde hair that ended just at the middle of her stomach. Her hair looked perfect with a half heart-shaped, half round-ish face, with chocolate brown eyes that allured me, along with a full set of lips. Her skin was pale, but I never really cared for tans.

"Wow…" I breathed.

"Quit your drooling. Jesus, where does a girl get a bust like that?" Carly sighed. "Let's go say hi."

I sat on the opposite side of the girl after buying my blueberry blitz, along with Carly's berry berry banana. She turned towards me and smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. Although not perfectly straight like an actor's, she was definitely post-braces. I noticed flecks of hazel and light brown in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm Reyna. Reyna Parker." (A/N: I took the name from the book, Siren, by Tricia Rayburn, though it's spelt Raina, and her last name isn't Parker.)

"Reyna? That's a peculiar name." Carly said.

"Well, my real name is Heather, but I prefer my middle name."

"Ah. Well sorry we're late. There was an incident." Was all Carly said.

"No worries."

"Great, now we're all acquainted. Can we cut to the chase?" Sam said bluntly.

"Sure." Reyna replied without a moment's hesitation. Sam looked irritated. "I actually came here for my little sister- the one who wants a 'duel'- who has a cold. I can practice with you guys today if you want. Jenna told me that your rehearsals are on Mondays and Saturdays…"

"Right. Well, that sounds fine. But she'll be okay to come on the show?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, she'll definitely be better by Wednesday. She wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Good. Thanks a lot, Reyna!" Carly said.

"No problem. So I'm no expert like Jenna, but I have watched your show. You guys are hilarious! I could never be that funny." Reyna said, gesturing towards Carly and Sam.

"Aw, thank you." Carly said, nudging Sam with her shoe.

"Yep. Thanks."

"And the special effects… I guess that's you. Really, really awesome job, Freddie." She said to me.

"Uh, yeah… thanks." I said, my gaze fixated on the straw of my smoothie. No Freddie, don't let your face flush!

"So, Rayna. Why don't you tell us about yourself." Carly proposed politely. Sam rolled her eyes. I knew that Reyna noticed, but she didn't say anything, or even look slightly affected.

"Oh, well I play soccer, and I paint, and… sing a little bit. But I don't think I'm that good." She rushed. "I work at Holland's… the movie theater."

"That's cool! You mean you don't model?"

"Ha, no. I don't think I could. You and Sam are the ones who should be models."

"Nuh-uh. But thank you." Carly gushed.

"Yuh-huh! Don't you think so, Freddie?" Reyna asked.

My eyes snapped up from the table to look at Reyna, then Carly, then Sam. I kept my gaze on Carly when I started.

"Yes." I moved my gaze to Sam. "I really do."

Sam kept her eyes trained on her hands resting on the table. Was she… blushing? No. Just the light.

-Break-

"And we're clear." I mumbled. After many glares, sighs, eye rolls, and snide remarks directed at either Reyna or me, we were finally finished with the webcaast.

"Great show, guys."

"Yeah… um, maybe I should be getting home." Reyna said.

"Why don't you stay for a drink or something?" Carly asked, shooting Sam a look.

"No, it's fine, my mother will be worried."

"Well okay. See you later, Reyna!" Carly said.

"Bye Carly! Bye Sam! Bye Freddie!" She chirped.

"See you, Reyna." I replied.

Sam said nothing.

Reyna stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, and her face disappeared from my line of sight as the doors closed.

Then, after about five seconds, the power went out.

We could here Reyna's voice drifting up the shaft. "This would only happen to me!"

"Hang on, Reyna! We'll get a mechanic right away!" Carly shouted, dialing on her cell phone.

"You have the dancing mechanic's number in your phone?" Sam asked.

"We need him quite a lot."

We waited about ten seconds, before she snapped the phone shut.

"I forgot I only have his home phone number. And the phones are obviously down. I'll go get Spencer. Hang in there Reyna!" Carly said, and she ran out of the room.

"Reyna, can you hear me right now?" I whispered. No reply.

"Sam. Can I talk to you?"

No reply from her either.

"I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I'm just-"

"I cannot believe that you're apologizing to me." She said softly.

"What?"

"You were right. I mean… I understand that you're going through some… messed up chiz. And I shouldn't have tried to keep you from, like, confiding in me or whatever. I thought about if I were in your position and… I think you're handling it better than I ever would, because you are calmer and more patient. I know I'm the only one you can go to about this, so… yeah. I actually kind of thought you were angry at me. And that never happens. So I didn't know what to do."

"Well, thank you Sam. And I wasn't. mad at you, I was just freaking out, and I had no one to turn to. I felt guilty about the things I said to you. The truth is, I sort of need you right now." I muttered.

She smiled a little bit, but didn't speak. We both sat on bean bag chairs next to one another and stared at the dark wall. We could barely see our hands in front of our faces.

"She's pretty, huh?" Sam murmured.

"Who?"

"Reyna."

"Um-"

"I know you think so too. You can't hide it, you nub. You've been drooling over her since you walked through the doors of the Groovy Smoothie. I'm sure she's noticed too. She's been checking you out for quite a while as well; especially when you walked in drenched and your shirt totally clung to you."

"And you noticed this shirt thing, as well?"

"It was hard not to." She said, staring at the ceiling.

"What do you have against her?" I asked, my face burning.

"She's just…" She paused. "I don't know. Something just irks me about her. Maybe she's too nice? Too perfect?"

"I doubt she's perfect." I said.

"Why? She totally is."

"Because. When I first met Carly I thought she was perfect. But now I know that she has the bad habit of shuffling around when it gets too quiet, and that her left thumb is really fat compared to her other fingers, and that she's terrible at sports. It's because of her that I learned that perfect doesn't exist for humans. It's unachievable."

"Well… okay, Mr. Smarty pants. If perfect was 'achievable' for people, she would be the definition of it." She replied.

"I still don't see why you hate her."

"Just because!"

'Cause that makes perfect sense and a- Ow! What was that for?"

"For being a dumb dork. Dude! I just realized. Nothing bad happened to you yesterday!" She exclaimed.

"Uh, actually. Yeah, something did."

"What?"

"I came home and ordered from some Asian joint on the corner. Bad sushi. I threw up almost all night, and my mom called the place. Turns out one of the employees made some extra sushi a few weeks ago and boxed it. Some guy found it and mistook it for fresh sushi, and they delivered it to me."

"Aw, nasty. Nothing worse than bad sushi. Except maybe rancid foreign chocolate." She said, and laughed. "Pretty convenient Missy won the cruise thingy, huh?"

"Ha, yeah. It is." I said, playing with the stitching in the beanbag chair as I blushed.

Suddenly, the power came back on. We both squinted as lights we weren't adjusted to flickered, then lit up the room. We heard the elevator move and then the front door closing. Carly bounded up the stairs and into the studio.

"The power is back on, you guys!" She cheered.

"No shit, Sherlock." Sam muttered.

"Huh?"

"Thanks for letting us know, Carly." I replied. She moved over to us and plopped in a beanbag chair.

"So, what did I miss?"

Well there you go, as promised. I understand if you don't like Reyna, she's getting in the way of Freddie and Sam, correct? But she takes an important role in the future, and she's pretty cool. And I'm a total Seddie shipper, so I would never put them together. A little jealousy from Sam never hurt though, no? Review please!