A/N thanks guys for all the reviews and notices and whatnot! This story is coming to a close, its nearly done. But thank you for following it and reviewing and stay tuned for some new seddie from me! I don't (and never will) own icarly but please enjoy this story

Sam's POV

She was shaking. Her hand trembled as she raised the scissors to her face. She snatched a piece of her hair and quickly snipped it. She cautiously opened her eyes. She wasn't even aware she had shut them. Her once thick, long blonde hair now had a piece missing. She snipped again. With every strand of hair that fell into the sink, the cutting became easier to do. She cut until her hair was short and hanging at her shoulders. Not bad. Sam thought. She shook her head around. Her head now felt so light, it was like she could float right off the ground. She saw Carly's flat iron and picked that up as well. She managed to straighten her hair while only burning herself a handful of times. It was quite a feat. She brushed her bangs to the side of her face and slathered on some mascara and blush.

Sam left the messy bathroom and dug through Carly's clothes. Sam knew she'd be pissed but she really hoped that Carly would forgive her. Sam found a short white skirt and a turquoise halter top. She took Carly's white espadrilles as well. Sam stood in front of the full length mirror and silently judged herself. She hated the way she looked. She looked like a blonde Carly or Melanie with short hair. She didn't want to wear a tight shirt and short skirt; she wanted to wear dirty Converses and baggy t-shirts. But Freddie (and every other male on the planet) liked girls who looked like this. Sam sighed and left the hotel room.

As she made her way through the resort, she caught guys looking at her. Grown men would do a double take as she passed and young boys would openly stare at her. Sam blushed. She didn't know if she liked this attention or not. Certainly it was different for her. Usually it was Carly the men would check out. But having men's eyes rake over her body was a little creepy...

She spotted Carly and Freddie still sitting at that same lounge chair with cold drinks in their hands. She decided to act like Carly and Melanie as well as looking like them to reinforce her new look. She took a deep breath and walked over to them.

"Hey guys." Sam said casually.

Carly's jaw dropped open with shock.

Freddie did a spit-take with his smoothie. "Sam?" He asked, incredulously.

Freddie's POV

Sam smiled at Carly and Freddie and did a very un-Sam like twirl to show off her outfit.

"What are you wearing?" Freddie asked, still shocked.

"Um, clothes silly!" She giggled.

"Yeah, my clothes!" Carly cried.

Sam giggled again and mock rolled her eyes. Freddie was deeply confused.

"Why are you acting like this?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, widening her big blue eyes and pursing her lips in an effort to look innocently confused.

Freddie scowled, "Sam, why did you cut your hair?"

"I felt like a change."

Carly looked about as confused as Freddie felt. Sam was still standing there with a small smile on her face.

"But Sam... what was wrong with the way you looked before?" Carly questioned quietly.

Freddie was so confused and angry at Sam. He liked the way she was before! Why did she have to change her clothes and cut her gorgeous hair? Now she looked like she fell out of an Abercrombie catalogue.

"Sam, stop acting like an airhead!" Freddie snapped.

For the first time since her new look, Freddie saw a flicker of irritation in her eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"I just decided to change my look. I'm a teenage girl. I'm allowed to change my style." She said calmly.

The waiter came up to them and offered them more drinks.

"No thank you." Carly declined politely.

"I'll have one." Sam said softly, looking up at the boy from underneath her long eyelashes.

He blushed and stammered, "S-sure! I'll be back in a flash!"

Freddie suddenly felt angry. He scowled at the waiter when he returned and glared at Sam who wouldn't even glare back.

"Sam, go change into your other clothes." Freddie demanded.

"No thank you, Freddie. I like the clothes I have on." Sam said quietly and politely.

Freddie clenched his fist. He had no idea why Sam was acting like this. She was flirting with random waiters, holding back her anger, wearing make-up. He couldn't understand why inspired the sudden change.

"Sam." He tried to be calm. "I like the way you looked before. You should go and change."

She fiddled with the edge of her top and looked down at her sandals. "No." She said finally. "I can tell people like me better when I'm dressed like this."

Freddie was confused. Again. Sam did that him.

"Who likes you better? The waiter? Men you passed in the lobby? What does it matter what they think? It should only matter what your friends think of you." Freddie said. Carly nodded.

Her serene expression twisted into one of anger and hurt.

"Well it doesn't matter to me what my 'friends' think." Her voice shook with cold fury.

"But..." Carly started to say but Sam cut her off.

"My whole life people have liked you better than me, Carly." Carly opened her mouth to say something but Sam continued. "It's not your fault and I'm not mad at you, it's just that maybe for once I wanted guys to look at me and think I'm pretty instead of just a fighter."

"But Sam," Freddie said, totally confused, "You are pretty."

She shook her head, "No," She said, "I'm not."

"Why aren't you listening to me?" Freddie cried.

"Because you're lying to me!" She snapped back.

"Sam, I really have no idea what you are talking about."

"I think I'm just gonna go now." Carly said, backing away slowly. Neither of her friends noticed her exit.

"Think Freddie." Sam said, her voice dangerously low, "You only like perky girls who look like this."

His first thought was: Since when does she call me Freddie?

"I still don't understand."

"You may be the densest person I know. Okay, I'll say it again slowly. You have liked Carly for years. She's smart, pretty, kind... And Valerie was kind of the same. Except she was an idiot and a total bitch. But anyways. And when Shelby Marx came you were all over her. And every other girl you have liked in the past is super sweet and wears miniskirts."

"What does that matter?"

"Freddie! Listen to me! You like girls who look like this..." She gestured to her clothes and gave him an are-you-really-that-stupid? kind of look.

"So what does that have to do with – oh." He said as he finally got it.

Sam turned her face away but not before Freddie could see tears forming.

"Sam..." He started to say, his voice soft and sympathetic.

For some reason she flinched and glared at him with blue eyes, cold as ice. "I don't care. I just don't. I know what you think of me. This was stupid. I should have never come down here. I don't want to talk to you ever again!"

If Freddie understood correctly (and he think he did) it seemed like Sam liked him. He was giddy with joy for a second before he took in the meaning of her words.

"No! Sam!"

But she was already turning away.

"Hey, I'm done talking to you yet!" He pulled her back to him.

"Well, I'm done talking to you! I was wrong, I don't..." But she shook her head, as if unable to continue.

"But Sam..."

"Stop Freddie! For a second there I thought that I maybe... but I was wrong! I could never..." She couldn't finish sentence.

"But I thought..." He said quietly, nearly whispering. He was so sure he felt the same way he did.

"Well you thought wrong!" She said venomously.

"Sam, I-"

But she was already running away from him.

A/N sorry this had way more Freddie in it then sam but it makes up for the last chapter and i wanted to see freddies thoughts during the fight and what he thought about sams new look. And sorry for everyone who asked sam not to cut her hair. :D