AN = Hey! I'm back! Here is a oneshot, which I'm actually proud of, lol. This is just a meantime story though because I am going to be publishing another story very soon, hopefully! I'm still working on requests I was given months ago but that's okay; I'm living. Ish. This isn't really a Seddie story but it's one I would appreciate you guys to comment on and that. Criticism is welcome. Anyway, please enjoy!

Average

Carly's POV

An average day for me would be...

I'd get out of bed by the sound of my alarm clock. Depending on whether Sam had slept over or not, I would be met by a pillow to my head for 'my stupid alarm waking her up'.

After a shower and getting ready, I'd go downstairs and start on breakfast. Bacon for Sam, oatmeal for Freddie, and cereal for me; it was the same every morning, apart from when the occasional one of us would have toast too.

Sam would either enter my apartment or come downstairs when the bacon is fully cooked. Somehow, she always knows when breakfast is ready even when she is at her house. And her food would be gone before I even get a chance to tell her breakfast is on the table.

About five minutes later, Freddie would come round and start to eat his breakfast. Again, it's like he knows exactly five minutes after breakfast is ready.

Then we would talk about the strangest of things until Sam and Freddie get into an argument. I try to break it up, which sometimes works, and they finally stop arguing just in time to go to school.

I would usually walk with them to school and Sam would complain that she's tired the second we walk out of the door.

Eventually, about twenty minutes later, we would arrive at school. Freddie would say goodbye to us before he runs off to homeroom. Sam then would tell me that she hasn't done a homework or something and she'd go chasing after Freddie so she could copy his.

Like I said, the same every morning.

In class, I would pay attention and be a good little student until I hear Sam getting a detention. I'd just shake my head and chuckle to myself, typical Sam.

When class ends, I would walk out and Freddie would either be waiting outside for us or wouldn't be too far behind us.

At lunch, Sam continuously complains about the slop they call school dinners as she tries to steal some of Freddie's lunch, which he gets really defensive about. And that would cause another argument. Lunch is definitely the worst time of day for me because that's the time I have to shout to stop an argument.

After school, I'd walk back with Freddie to the Bushwell. He would be talking about techy stuff, which I have no interest in, so occasionally I politely ask him to shut up. Sam sometimes walks back with us, depending on whether she has a detention or not. Rarely, I would walk back on my own because Freddie would be waiting for Sam to come out of detention.

At around five, I know my best friends would be at mine so we would talk about that week's iCarly. At six, I would probably start making dinner. Sam would be in the fridge, trying to magically make more food appear. Believe me, me and Freddie have tried to convince her for months that that won't ever work but she just won't listen to us.

Sam and Freddie would sit down to eat with me and Spencer, and we'd talk about our day at school. Every dinner time is the exact same script. Sam would say that Freddie is a nub. And Freddie would obviously disagree and that causes an argument. Spencer would talk about one of Socko's relatives before disappearing into his room. I would sit with my hands covering my ears, until I suggest we watch a movie.

Sam likes horror. Freddie likes comedy. I like romance. We would spend at least a good hour debating on which movie to watch. And after finally deciding, Sam would cover the popcorn with butter. I never eat the popcorn and Freddie dares to even touch it once it's swimming in butter.

Just before bed, I would do my homework. Freddie would probably go home. And Sam would already either be asleep at mine or at her house.

If I am tired, I would collapse into bed around ten and read for a while before drifting into dreamland.

Well, that used to be my average day.

...

One Year Later...

In the morning, I would silence my alarm at around five due to the fact I am already sitting up, awake.

After having a long shower and getting ready, I would make breakfast. For myself, I would make pancakes. They would be covered in sugar and swimming in lemon juice.

Once I have eaten, I would wait a precise two minutes before leaving the apartment, checking the hallway is all clear first.

At school, I would enter the school by the back entrance. I'd usually hang out near the back doors for about five minutes, just to be safe. Then as I make my way over to my locker, I zip my jacket up and put up the hood.

In class, I would take a seat in the back, being careful not to bump into my former best friends, who are usually talking to each other near their desks. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the teacher and my eyes would always look as Freddie passes Sam a note, which she blushes upon reading.

At lunch, I'd sit by myself in the cafeteria. Sam wouldn't be sat complaining about the school dinners because she'd be too busy being fed grapes by Freddie. She lives like a princess now. I would try draw my eyes away from the situation but it would just be too hard to ignore.

On my way home, I stick to the back roads, adding an extra ten minutes before I arrive home. Upon entering my apartment, I would slam the door and lock it.

Freddie's geometry textbook still sits on my coffee table and I keep meaning to give it back to him.

I would sit eating dinner alone as I read some fanfiction on my phone. I don't really mind sitting alone for dinner, I'm used to it now.

Around six, I would go outside for some fresh air. Not getting as far as the Bushwell car park, I would see Sam and Freddie kissing in the distance. It really makes me sick. I would pick up my pace and practically run into the smoothie shop. T-Bo would always ask me why I am ignoring Sam and Freddie but of course I wouldn't answer.

I run back home, Sam and Freddie still catching my eye. I think Marissa still doesn't accept the fact Freddie is with Sam. I carry on running until I get into my apartment and lock the door.

I would put old reruns on the tv while doing my homework. Since I don't do iCarly anymore, I have a lot more time for homework and other stuff which is important in my life.

Eventually, I would drag myself to bed and read until I fall asleep.

My life is definitely different now to how it was. And I really wish it's still the same...

AN = I can't help but wonder what happened in that year which made her day change so much. What do you guys think? Thanks for reading. Reviews to me is like Sam and her ham.