Disclaimer: Owning iCarly would be as great as finding happiness...which I have yet to do.

A/N: Finally finished this one. I started working on it right after chapter 6, and by then I was feeling better, so here's chapter 7.

Chapter 7

Carly was upset. She constantly glanced at me, as if I were about to drop any second. I refrained from staring at her for too long because I knew she was going to try and corner me with that look of hers she gets that makes me weak. I think she finally got tired of trying and examined Melanie's black eye. I noticed Freddie next to Carly, staring at us like we were aliens or something. Then I realized he finally figured out that we were telling the truth when Melanie had been here last time.

Melanie finished explaining what had happened up to when she hit me in the back of the head with the baseball bat and how she didn't know how long she was out for when I punched her. They all looked at me, Carly's face in a frown that told me she was worried about Melanie hitting me with a baseball bat. I rolled my eyes.

"It didn't hurt," I said. "Anyway, after I knocked out Melanie without realizing who she was, I went to our mother's bedroom. She was lying on the bed, the way Mel described her, and I got sick. I called 911 and then this one woke up. The cops finally showed up, assholes, and Mel and I decided to come here and tell you all of this. So here we are…"

"We're orphans now…" Melanie interrupted and trailed off.

I glared at her. "Yeah, we are. Not that you were ever home anyway."

"She was still my mother!"

"What kind of daughter doesn't even call her own mother?" I snapped.

"I did call her! Now, if you weren't always getting in trouble and going to jail…"

"Oh fuck you, Melanie! I'm a fucking Puckett."

"So am I, but you don't see me getting arrested and breaking the law."

I stood and threw my hands. "Yes, because you're Melanie the fucking princess Puckett! Everyone fucking loves you! You're just so fucking perfect and you get every-fucking-thing you want!"

"That's not true!"

"To hell it's not! You went off to your perfect fancy boarding school with your straight A's and I had to stay here and deal with Mom's bullshit and I don't hear from you for fucking months and you show up here."

"Stop it!" Carly screamed.

I glared at her. "You fucking stop it! You're just fucking like her! A fucking priss who gets fucking everything."

Carly stared at me wide-eyed. "You don't mean that…" Freddie said.

I'd forgotten he was standing there but I needed to punch someone. I had him on the ground, kicking him in the stomach, and arms grabbed mine from behind, dragging me away from the nub before I could kill him. The hands around my wrists made me stop struggling, knowing they were Carly's because I couldn't hurt her, but I was still fuming.

"You have no idea what it's like, Princess. I'm glad she fucking died. She's done nothing but ruin my life, all because of you. 'Why can't you be more like Melanie? Melanie's the good child. You're nothing but a piece of shit that no one loves.' And it always got worse. You're the perfect fucking child."

I dropped against Carly, both of us falling to the floor, and I cried. I didn't care that Freddie could see and hear me, I didn't care that Melanie was holding me, or even that Carly was hugging me from behind, trying to comfort me. I didn't care about any of it.

A few hours later…

I was lying on the couch, my head on Carly's lap, after a long hot shower. My head was killing me, but Carly's hand stroking my hair was taking away the pain. Melanie had gone to the Groovy Smoothie with Fredward to give Carly and me some time to relax, knowing Carly was the only one who could really get me to calm down. Melanie didn't know about my secret, or at least I don't think she did. Then again, the twin bond we had allowed her to know everything.

I looked up at Carly, taking in her features. Her dark hair and pale skin, milk chocolate eyes and full pink lips…before I could stop myself, I reached up and cupped her cheek, running my thumb along her bottom lip. She'd been biting it so much it was raw and cut up. Her eyes met mine and I dropped my hand. "You need to stop biting your lip," I told her.

"I don't even know I do it."

"I'm sorry about this morning and about the fight with Mel. Today's just…not a good day for me, you know?"

"Sam, I understand. Don't worry about this morning. I think we're better off forgetting about it."

I sighed and shook my head. "I…Can we talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"I didn't mean to kiss you. Honestly, I didn't. But I want to know why you kissed me back." She looked away. "Carls…please."

"You said you wanted to forget it this morning, so that's what I'm doing."

I sat up abruptly and stared at her. "You said you enjoyed it. You were so willing to talk about it this morning, so fucking talk about it. You're driving me nuts, Carly."

"I'm driving you nuts? You're the one who ran out this morning when I tried to talk about it and I didn't see or hear from you all day and now you want to talk about it? No. We're not having this conversation."

"So that's it then? We're just going to drop this and never…" She kept rubbing her neck and I tilted my head to the side. "Do you have an itch?" She slapped her hand on her neck and I pried it away before tugging on her shirt collar. There was a purple mark there. "Oh my god, did I leave that?"

She looked away. "It doesn't matter. You didn't mean to."

A/N: Ooooh, Carly's pissed off. But does she want to forget about it? I think she doesn't.

So angry chapter...What did you all think? You know what you should do? That's right, review. :] Because tomorrow it's Friday and who doesn't love Fridays?