A\n: Yes this is short sorry

Disclaimer- I don't own iCarly

Sam:

The stupid police for all I know have put a tracker on my phone, and I just used it- nice job Puckett. I throw my phone into the street, and watch as a car runs over it- not making that mistake again. I see an old fashioned phone booth (A\N: Ya they aren't anywhere anymore- but what eva), and pull out twenty-five cents. Running over to it as fast as I can, I know that I have to make this quick. Freddie will have ignored my text, and will be following me.

"Hello operator I would like to make a call…"

Carly:

Dear Diary,

When I said that Freddie was a hunk I wasn't kidding. He is so hot it is a little scary. Freddie is on freaking fire! And I have been thinking about it a lot lately; that my geeky dork with baby cheeks has become a HOTTIE with a chiseled chest, and eyes that make you melt.

Hence the problem- Sam, and Freddie are in love. And the more I think about kissing Freddie the more I cringe. Yet, when I see him a drool. Why? Freddie is more like a brother than anything else. A HOT brother. God why does everything have to be so fuck'n complicated?

Freddie texted me letting me know that he was right, and Sam is on the run again. With Freddie following her… And I am stuck here thinking about my hot brother of a friend.

Till tomorrow,

Carly