AN-Hey everyone, this request is actually an alternative ending to iStart a Fan War. Hope you enjoy!

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"Well that was fun," Carly said bitterly as her, Freddie and Sam were ushered out of the intense fan war that they had unintentionally started.

"If only someone had suggested we didn't go to this nut convention," Sam said. "Oh, wait…"

"Not the time, Sam," Carly sighed bitterly. "My love life is ruined! All because Adam thinks I'm actually into Freddie! Could this day get any worse?"

"Well it looks like your brother's over there in some weird War or Warlords fight," Freddie said.

"Ugh!" Carly moaned. "We are never coming back to Webicon. It's just been-"

"Hey, Carly?" a voice behind the teens suddenly said. The three turned around to see none other than Adam himself jogging over to them.

"Adam!" Carly said excitedly. "What-What are you doing here? I thought you left! I mean, not that I'm not thrilled to see you. I am! It's just-"

"I-I wanted to talk to you," Adam said. "And set the record straight once and for all. Are you or are you not in love with Freddie like half of those crazy fans were saying?"

"No!" Carly said right away. "No, not at all, not even a little. It's Freddie, Adam. Me being in love with him like everyone was saying in there is about as likely as-as as one of those War of Warlords nerds over there having an actual job!"

"Um, isn't that one in the blue your brother?" Adam frowned.

"Yes, but he just stays in our apartment and sculpts things out of butter wearing his pajamas all day," Carly said quickly. "But trust me, there's no way I'm in love with Freddie."

Freddie raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Oh," Adam said. "Well, um, good. I was getting worried there. I thought I had missed my shot."

"Oh no," Carly said, flipping her hair flirtatiously, causing Sam to roll her eyes. "You didn't miss any shot. Hey, now that we're finally away from all those annoying Creddie fans, how about you and I go look around here for a little bit. You know, just the two of us. You did drive all the way here, after all."

"I think I'd like that," Adam smiled. "You know they have these Fat Shake things here…"

"Unbelievable!" Sam exclaimed as she watched Adam and Carly walk off, not giving her or Freddie another glance. "She just ditched us! And she's going to get Fat Shakes and didn't even offer to buy me one!"

"Yeah, well," Freddie sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "What can you do?

"And now," Sam continued. "We're going to be stuck here for the rest of the day because she's our ride home! There's not even anything entertaining to do at this nerd festival!"

She angrily kicked a nearby potted plant and slid down against the wall and onto the floor. She looked up at Freddie, who seemed to be in his own world.

"What's up with you?" Sam asked. "Mad because they sold out of Galaxy Wars pocket protectors?"

"No," Freddie retorted.

"Well then stop moping and help me figure out a way to keep me from dying of boredom until Carly finishes drooling over Adam," Sam snapped. "Jeez…Carly gets to hang around some hot guy and I wind up with you. Yeah, that's fair."

"Yes, we all know I'm nothing compared to Adam, alright?" Freddie said defensively. "Must you rub it in too?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," Freddie mumbled, looking down at his feet. "Forget it."
"No, no," Sam said, stepping closer to him. "This actually sounds mildly interesting. And since it concerns you, you know I'm real desperate entertainment."

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Thanks."

"Seriously, dude, why so pouty?" Sam asked. "I thought a dork like you would be more than willing to spend time in a place like this."

"Just drop it, okay?" Freddie said.

"Wait a minute…" Sam said slowly. "I know what this is about…You're mad that your precious Carly is running off with some guy who's not you."
Freddie didn't respond.

"Well, I take back what I said about this being interesting," Sam said, shaking her head. "This is the same chiz that's been happening since the sixth grade. When will you get it through your head? Just because you're in love with Carly-"

"I'm not mad because Carly's with Adam right now," Freddie cut her off. "And I'm not in love with her…anymore."
Sam scoffed in disbelief.

"But that doesn't mean hearing her so…opposed to the idea of us together made me feel all tingly inside," Freddie said heavily, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I mean, I get that she doesn't like me that way. And you know what? I'm fine with that...now. But did she really have to say there'd be no possible way she'd even consider dating me? Am I that unattractive?"

Sam opened her mouth, her mind bursting of possible insults to throw back at that comment. But then she noticed Freddie's face. He looked genuinely upset about this. She sighed. She may enjoy causing people pain, but she did avoid kicking people when they were down.
Even when it came to Freddie.

"Well…come on," Sam said, trying her best to sound somewhat supportive. "She didn't actually mean that. She was just trying to make sure Adam knew that she was free so that he would ask her out."

"She sounded pretty serious," Freddie pointed out. "I guess it's no shock though…Girls have never actually acted as though I was attractive. Well, other than ones with unhealthy obsessions with magic tricks and ones trying to start rival web shows."

"Don't forget Nora," Sam added. "And Mandy."

"Great," Freddie sighed. "I'll add psychos to the list."

"Dude," Sam said. "Aren't you forgetting that Carly did go out with you?"

"That doesn't count," Freddie replied. "She was just in love with the fact that I saved her life."

"Oh…" Sam nodded. "Right. Well, um…okay. So Carly doesn't want to date you at all, big deal! You know the kind of guys Carly goes for! Stupid ones with weird hair and Pee-Wee baby obsessions."

"She goes for popular guys that all girls like," Freddie said. "And I guess she considers me far from that category."

"Well I've been telling you that for years," Sam said, trying to ease his mood.

"I guess you were right then," Freddie said miserably. "I'm just an unattractive nerd that no girl would ever want to date."

Sam sighed. "Hey," she said. "How do you think I feel?"

Freddie gave her a strange look. "You?"

"Sure," Sam shrugged. "Carly may go for the super jocky, popular guys who are morons but insanely hot…but at least they go for her back. I mean, when Adam first transferred to our school last month…I sort of thought he was a good looking hunk of boy."

"You did?" Freddie frowned.

"Yeah," Sam admitted. "But before I even got to say two words to him, he spotted Carly. And, well, I guess now the rest is history. Just know that you're not the only one who knows what it feels to be completely over looked."

Freddie gave her a small smile. "Wow, Sam. That was actually…not mean of you."

"I'm still in a real good mood from that Fat Shake," Sam said, punching him lightly in the arm.

Freddie chuckled.

The two were silent for a moment, until Freddie finally spoke again.

"You know what? This is stupid," he said. "So Carly said I'm not her type. Like I said, I'm over her."

"Are you really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I am," Freddie said honestly. "Despite what those Creddie fans seem to think in there. But you know what else? Carly isn't my type either."

"Really?" Sam said. "Because I sort of remember you describing her as your perfect woman back in the eight grade."

"Please, I also though Nug Nug could take the Blue Sky Nauts in a Proton Cruiser battle," Freddie scoffed. "I was young. I didn't know anything. Carly will always be one of my best friends, but she's just a little too…prissy for me. She worried about whether her outfit is perfect or if her make-up looks just right…stuff that just doesn't really matter to me. She's not really good at just going with the flow."

"Neither are you," Sam laughed. "You have schedules for every second of your day!"

"I know," Freddie agreed. "So why would I want someone who's just like me? I get on my own nerves sometimes. I couldn't deal with two."

"Yeah," Sam grinned. "That is a lot of nubbiness to deal with."

"I guess I sort of want someone who's…different," Freddie continued. "Who knows how to have fun and be spontaneous. Someone like-"

"Hey, look!" a loud voice suddenly shouted, causing Sam and Freddie to spin around. There was a crowd of about twenty Seddie shippers standing behind them. "Sam and Freddie are together! All by themselves."

"Aw jeez," Sam moaned. "This place has got to get better security."

"Look at how close Sam's shoulder is to Freddie's shoulder!" another voice exclaimed. "They're practically making out!"

"And look! Freddie's clearly staring at the tiny freckle above Sam's ear!" another voice yelled.

"And Sam's hand is less than three feet away from Freddie's!"

"We've got to get out of here," Freddie sighed.

"How?" Sam asked as the fans began to get closer. "We're surrounded!"

"Well," Freddie said. "There's only one thing left to do then."

"What?"

"Run!"