AN-So this chapter is kind of short. It's a sequel to chapter 333, where Freddie realizes that Sam left Seattle. This oneshot is him realizing WHY she left.
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Farm
"Wait, what do you mean she's gone?" Spencer frowned.
"I mean she left Seattle! She took that motorcycle and cruised off somewhere!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Why?" Gibby asked.
"Because Carly left? Because iCarly's over? I don't know!" Freddie snapped, frustrated.
"Are you sure she left?" Spencer asked.
"Yes," Freddie nodded. "And I have no clue where she is! I tried calling her my whole way back from her house, I've sent her a million texts, and I ever tried to do that Pearphone finder thing, but she must've been smart and took out her sim card!"
"Maybe we should call the police," Spencer said, concerned.
"It would do any good," Freddie sighed. "If Sam Puckett doesn't want to be found, she's not going to be found."
"Well are you positive you have no idea where she would go?" Spencer asked him.
"No," Freddie said. "I mean, she doesn't have a passport, so she couldn't have gone to Canada…legally, at least. She hates the smell of Oregon, so I'm guessing that's out. Maybe she's hiding out in Olympia for awhile, or trying to get a plane to somewhere down south."
"Maybe she went to a farm or something," Gibby suggested.
"Gibby!" Freddie yelled. "Why would Sam go to a farm?"
"How should I know? That's where my mom keeps bringing my puppies; clearly they're hot vacation spots!"
"I still don't understand why she would leave all of the sudden without even talking to anyone," Spencer frowned. "I mean I know she's bummed out over Carly moving, but we all are. She still has us."
"Was anything else bothering her?" Gibby asked.
"I don't think so," Freddie said.
"Well, did she seem down when she went up with you and Carly earlier?" Spencer questioned.
"Huh?" Freddie frowned.
"You know," Spencer said. "About ten minutes before Carly left with my dad, Sam came by and asked where Carly was, and I told her she was probably up her room, and I just assumed you were up there too, saying goodbye."
"Wait a minute," Freddie said. "Around that time I was up in the studio with Carly. And then we came right down with her bags; Sam never came to say anything to Carly."
"Huh, that's weird," Spencer shrugged. "I guess she went up to Carly's room, saw it was empty, and then came back down here. You would think she'd have checked the studio first."
'Yeah, I know," Freddie shrugged. "But I guess she wasn't thinking clearly. Anyway, do you think maybe we should try calling her mom or-"
Suddenly, though, his eyes grew wide. "Oh no."
"What?" Gibby asked. "What's up?"
"I think Sam did go to the studio, looking for Carly," Freddie said slowly.
"Yeah…and?" Spencer said.
"And…And I think she might've seen-but why would she…unless…no. No!"
"What?" Spencer said loudly.
"When Carly and I were up in the studio," Freddie explained. "We sort of…we kissed."
"Kissed?" Spencer exclaimed, jumping up.
"It-It was just a goodbye thing," Freddie said quickly. "But…But that still doesn't explain why Sam left!"
"Are you insane? Of course it does!" Spencer said.
"Why would she leave Seattle just because she saw Carly and I kiss?" Freddie asked.
"Dude, use your brain, will you?" Spencer said.
"Yeah," Gibby nodded. "I told you at the mall that she had been acting nicer to you lately!"
"Are you two saying that-that Sam still-that she-that she really does still like me?" Freddie asked hesitantly.
"Um, I may be a wacky man-child who is prone excessive burning and gets stuck to things frequently, but I know how to read teenage girls; I've lived with one for years!" Spencer said. "And from what I could tell, Sam still had some feelings for you."
"So when Sam saw Freddie kissing Carly…" Gibby said.
"-She thought it was a real kiss, and-and that I was into her that way again," Freddie finished softly.
"Oh man…this isn't good," Spencer sighed.
"So she left because of me?" Freddie asked shakily. He looked up at Gibby and Spencer, and he could tell that they were trying hard to keep from nodding; to confirming that he had in fact run her out of town with his carelessness.
He couldn't even manage to feel somewhat excited about the fact that Sam did actually like him still, as he had hoped, because what did it matter when he had lost her? Lost her and broken her heart.
"What do I do?" Freddie asked, feeling desperate. "Spence…how do I fix this?"
Spencer was almost a father figure in his life, not having a dad of his own around. He had always been there to help him out with girl problems and the sort, so naturally, Spencer would be able to help him now.
But Spencer looked just as lost as he was.
"I-I don't know," Spencer replied sadly.
Freddie sunk down onto the couch, putting his face in his hands. How could he have let this happen?
