A\n: I HAVE JUST UPDATED! WWWWAAAAHOOOO! I AM ALIVE! Sorry it took so long I have had an awful case of writers block. But I pushed through for you guys! This is really short, but at least I know where this story is going at least (This is the last chapter of Written Love- I have decided on no epilogue- BUT A SEQUEL!). I got a huge idea that sort of is a run-off of this story (its based on this story), but it is also REALLY DIFFERENT- Different story line; everything. I got it while re-reading my chapter of Carly's point of view. Its sorta weird, and I am not sure if I should go with it; it's about Carly, and what is REALLY going on in her head. Lets just say that things aren't what they seem. That Carly isn't so right in the head, and she doesn't even know it. (No it's not a story where Carly goes witch with a B at the moment,but who knows were this idea will take me.) Anyway this isn't going to be as good as the other chapters because I struggled, so I thought that I would warn you. Enough with my babbling on with the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

WARNING: CONTAINS "FOUL" LANGUAGE, Spelling mistakes, Grammar errors, and PURE SEDDIENESS!

Sam:

When I heard his voice on the other side of the phone I cried. My dad. There was no one else in my family that cares what happens to me. My dad was saving me ; he was going to let me stay with him even if it is illegal. Dad was risking everything because mom has custody. He was one of the most successful lawyers in NY, and he knew that if someone found out it would screw his image.

A helicopter would be sent to pick me up from some secluded area to try and get away without someone noticing. It would be here tomorrow afternoon, because he had to talk to his people, and arrange it. My dad said that the copter would be landing in the field behind the old apartment building in the wrong side of town that burnt down. No one, not even hobo's go there because the grass has grown almost eight feet tall, and the remains of the apartment building is completely rotten, and it is dangerous. But if I want out, and I do, it is something that I have to risk. If I had this my way I would have taken a train, or bus, an airplane, but my picture is everywhere, and on the news. I heard that my mom hasn't done anything, everything done to find me was done by Carly, and Freddie. Which makes me want out more than ever.

- Break- Break- Break- Break- Break- Break -

(next day)

Freddie:

I lost her. DAMN IT! From here in the field I could see the copter just taking off into the air. For a week I have been following her keeping at a distance. Ever since I lost her on the busy streets of Seattle, and found her smashed cell phone in the road, I knew that if I didn't get her soon I would loose the one thing that means more than life its self. Sam. And I have. Now its official Sam is gone- well will be in minutes. I can imagine that if Sam, and said goodbyes she would have said something along the lines of " Just pretend that I never existed in the first place- or that I died, its for the best" Why? Because that is the type of person she is. Although I guess I don't know everything, because I know that she had people in high places up the food chain, as well as ones at the bottom, but this was the end…

I could see her up front wearing the oversized black earphones, her hair- her curly hair, a collage of colors blowing in the wind. Then I see her yelling something, and her arms go above her head. The next thing I know she has his shirt in his hands, and his go up in surrender. The copter starts to make its way toward me- what is she doing? Trying to kill me? I mean I know she hates me but- " AAAAAAAHHHHHHH STOP THE COPTER YOU PSYCHO! YOUR GONNA RUN ME DOWN!"

- Break- Break- Break- Break- Break- Break -

Sam:

When I saw him in my perceptual vision I did a double take- it wasn't him. I wasn't sure if I should cry, and shout out in victory, or scream, and curse him out for following me here. That he didn't listen, and cared enough to come after me alone. I didn't know, all I knew is that all of my body was screaming to stop running away from my soul mate, and run toward him- which if you didn't know at this point is completely OOC for me. But I guess that there is a first time for everything. Right? I felt like a little Christmas- giddy, smiling from ear to ear; I had just gotten the best gift ever. Freddie Benson, you have no idea what you do to me.

" YO, AIRPLANE GUY, STOP THIS THING RIGHT NOW!"

" I am sorry miss, but I can't do that."

Oh yes you can

"STOP THIS FUCK'N THING, FUCK'N NOW- IT'S EITHER YOU STOP IT NOW OR THIS CRASHES AFTER I KILL YOU FOR NOT LISTENING TO YOUR BOSSES DAUGHTER!" I grab his shirt, and he surrenders. Freddie here I come.

- Break- Break- Break- Break- Break- Break -

When the copter neared Freddie he started running away screaming for the psychotic pilot to stop- his arms raised up in protest. I was laughing my ass off as his hot ass ran way from me.

" Yo- ya gonna land?" I asked the pilot in a threatening tone

" Oh, of course Ms."

" Thank you, and will you please thank Daddy, and explain that everything is okay?"

" Of course." He said as he landed smoothly

The wind from the copter blew my face in front of my face, as the door opened to let me out. As soon as my feet hit the ground I was running, back to what I left.

"FREDDIE!" I screamed as I ran into his open arms, tears freeing falling.

" Sammie Ham." He whispered " My Princess Puckett."

" Dear god Freddie I missed you I am so sorry!"

" Don't ever leave me again."

" Look at you making me a mush! I feel so girly god. Thanks a lot Dork."

I felt him stiffen, and release me, his face clearly showing how much pain I have caused.

" Come back, I wasn't done hugging you yet," I pull him back to me, and feel his arms wrap around me. " Yes you are a dork, but you are my dork, and I wouldn't have you any other way. I love you Benson."

" I love you too Puckett, and I wouldn't have you any other way- no matter what people say you are mine." We stood there for hours sharing body heat, whispering sweet nothings that meant the world to each other like some icky chic flick. It wasn't until now that I realized how true they could be. Soul Mates did exist- how did I know? I was being held by one- that's how- and it's thanks to that stupid poem.

"Freddie you know that if it wasn't for that poem we still wouldn't have told each other? I need to thank Mr. Pap." I say laughing silently

" I know. You know I haven't heard it yet, what is this famous poem about moi?" He says smirking

" Its called Converse Cinderella."

" Can I hear it?"

"Why not…

Will you be my prince in disguise?

I your princess trapped up in palace.

A castle of lies.

Made by myself, piece, by piece.

As I skate down the pavement.

Garbage, everywhere. No protection but me, myself, and I.

You are protected by the witch.

Casting a spell.

To confuse my hero, confuse the one to save me from my own downfall.

I beat up the people that get under my skin.

Even you…

Brown haired.

Brown eyed.

You watch me.

I see you look at me. But you don't say a word.

I am your Converse Cinderella.

My fairy godmother down to her last trick.

She can't help me.

No one but you-

My prince that has failed.

Failed to put the converse on the right foot.

So I wait.

I am your converse Cinderella."

"Wow, Sammy that was something- I cant believe it took me this long."

" Took you this long to what?"

" Put the converse on the right foot." And with that Freddie Sexy-lipped Benson pulled me in for a kiss. Fireworks exploded at our touch, chills went down my back as he pulled away from me, and looked me in the eyes. Melted chocolate meet Caribbean ocean, Caribbean ocean, meet melted chocolate you are going to be seeing a lot of each other. With that I grabbed his shirt, pulling his lips to mine.

What do you do when you fall in love, and the guy takes your life out from under you, and you take his from him, and you both give all you got?

What do you do when the guy gives you crap and you want to put up with it?

And you purposely give him a hard time, but no matter what you both keep coming back like there is a pull you can't resist.

What do you do? You hold onto you soul mate for your dear life, and never let go.

Freddie you are, you are mine.