A/N: Chapter 7 was currently in the happening until I finished it and uploaded it on here.

This one carries on from chapter three, 'Closest thing to Crazy', because I decided that I could make it fit.

Disclaimer: I don't own the song Goodnight, My Angel, or the show iCarly.

Freddie's POV.

Goodnight, My Angel – Billy Joel

"And still so many things I want to say."

I lifted myself up off the ground, and watched her walking away from me, still smiling.

Benson, when will you learn? She's a crazed carnivore that likes hitting you with sticks, I thought savagely to myself, still unable to bring myself to stop smiling as I watched her barge past a group of guys that could all overpower her, or try, at least. If they hated their lives so much.

"I know that look, Benson."

I whirled around to the source of the unexpected voice, and saw Carly stood behind me, smile plastered across her face. I considered feigning innocence, that I had no idea what she was on about, but this was Carly, she was smarter now, could read most people like a book. I decided to play it safe, let her answer the questions for now.

"I'm that obvious?" I asked, laughing it off. She raised one eyebrow at my sceptically.

"Of course you are Freddie, you've never been the most subtle of people, anyone can see that you like Sam, you've had that little smile on your face every time Sam has done something to you and turned her back. You can't hide from me Freddie." Only Carly could ruin your intended secrecy in such a friendly way. "You should tell her how you feel."

I stared at her, incredulous, "...I wouldn't know what to say to her. And I happen to like being alive."

"Tell her what your heart is telling you to say, don't keep this locked up Freddie, if you think she's pretty, tell her she's pretty, if you think she's funny or whatever, tell her! Make sure you can duck though, in case she swings at you." She paused whilst I laughed at her breakdown of what I should do. "For goodness sake Freddie, even if, even if you love her, tell her!"

I stared at her, eyes wide, completely startled. Had my infatuation with Sam really gone so far? I hadn't thought it had, but the more I did think about it, the more it made sense, even though it shouldn't.

I could tell Carly was waiting for me to speak, but she got impatient. "Well, are you going to say something?"

I couldn't, I really just couldn't. She'd kill me, laugh at me, whatever. She'd break my heart in ways she hadn't even thought of trying before.

I paused my thoughts, and sighed. "Even if I did say all that," I whispered, just to please her, "There'd still be so many things I'd want to say."

Nothing much to say about this one...

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