A/N I don't own ICarly, but I do own my Ocs so please don't steal them

Sam's POV- A well furnished living room with a kitchen over to the right.

"Hi there Doc it's me again. Just FYI the background will be permanent I moved in with someone. She goes to a school for performing arts it's called Hollywood something, acting maybe? Yes I managed to find a job in Hollywood, as a co-owner of a babysitting service." I say to the camera, glad that my roommate wasn't home. If she was this would be much more awkward, especially since she doesn't know about me and Carly. "Anyways back to the story...where was I? Oh yea the day after."

Flashback- Sam's POV

I wake up screaming and covered in sweat. Why? Because I had that dream again, yeah the soup monster dream. I always get it when Carly's dating someone, but this one was different. It usually starts with me eating soup, then a monster that I can't describe comes and steals my soup. I always interpreted this dream as a sign that I was afraid that I would lose her to another person, but this dream was weird.

Sam's Dream…

I'm the soup and Carly is the person holding me. It feels so nice. Can soup even feel? I guess so because I am feeling right now…...Wait she's talking….

"Sam, I'm so sorry, but I can't be friends with you anymore. It's just too complicated now, with you wanting me and me dating Roger, it just can't work." As she says it, my soup heart breaks into little tiny pieces. I try to talk forgetting that I'm soup, so all that comes out is "plop plop plop".

She laughs, "Well here he comes Sam, I've got to go." Then she sets me down on the table and walks off, leaving me to my own soupish ways. Which to my surprise doesn't involve getting eaten. Instead I sit there unable to move, wishing she would come back and finish me off. She doesn't, I finally begin to accept abandonment. Then the dream begins to fade.

After that it changes, I'm no longer a bowl of soup, instead I'm dressed in what I can tell is a scratchy dress and there's some sad music playing. I hear crying, but can't tell from where. All I know is that It's dark where I am. I try to get up and hit my head on the top of whatever I'm in. The music stops and a gasp is heard from outside. I hear someone yell "Did the casket just move?"

I freeze, finally realizing what I was in. Why... am... I... in... a coffin? I lose it.

"LET ME OUT IM NOT DEAD!" I scream. Suddenly the top opens revealing the tear stained face of Carly.

"Sam?" She asks with a sniffle. I try to stand, but she shoves me back into the casket and yells "YOU'RE DEAD, you're dead!" She doesn't love me anymore, I'm sure of it. I begin to scream as I feel the coffin lower into the ground.

End Dream- Sam's POV in her bedroom

I finally am able to calm down and convince myself that it was all a dream. I get up and trudge to the bathroom. After I turn on the shower I peel off my dirty clothes (I had slept in them last night). Then after taking a minute to pee, I hop into the shower and feel the steamy water hit my skin.

I'm like Carly, I always think better when in the shower. However I didn't have time for thinking today, I needed release and I needed it now. However just as I'm about to start, I hear a loud banging on the door. "Samantha hurry up in there, I have a date in one hour!" My mother yells over the roaring water of the shower. Only she would have a date at 10:00 am, but I know better than to keep her waiting.

"Okay mother!. Just let me finish washing my hair, then it's all yours." I call out to her. Leave it to her to ruin the one chance I was going to have before confronting Carly. I quickly slather on some shampoo, thoroughly rinse it out of my hair and hop out of the shower. After I toweled off I put on the clothes I had brought with me, a simple penny tee and some jeans. Nothing unusual, but I liked the logo on the tee. I run out of the bathroom before shouting "It's free" to my mother, who sprints into the bathroom, and I hear the shower start once again. I didn't have much time, so I packed my bag with food and checked my phone. One new message from Shay, Carly. It reads, so quickly I open the message and read, "Come over Sam I need you.". I quickly grab my pack before rushing out the door, just briefly yelling to my mother that I was going over the Carly's and she just mumbling some response.

I'm outside Bushwell Plaza now. Just standing there, not walking in or away. I'm waiting, waiting for a text, a call, anything to prevent me from having to go talk to her face to face. After standing here for five minutes, I take a deep breath then….

End Flashback

"Sam I'm home!" A high, bubbly voice calls from the doorway. Before I can react, she pulls me up off the couch and starts to drag me away. " Cat stop! I need to finish something." I say breaking free of her grip. "Where are we going anyways?"

" To visit my Nona" she says before rushing out of the door.

I turn the camera to give the doctor a good view of her before saying, "That, was my roommate Cat, and for now I have to go so talk to you next week."

Sam's POV - Later that week

"Heya Doc" I say trying my best to stay serious. " I know there wasn't a video last week and I apologize for that, but I just didn't feel like it had enough stuff to send to you. So, I'm going to continue my story and send this to you this week instead of scrapping last week's talk. Without further ado, let us continue….."

Flashback- Outside Bushwell Plaza

…...I take a deep breath then enter the lobby. Lubert yells at me as I pass, something about how I always put him in a bad mood. I don't see why, I'm a real joyful person after all. I make it to her door and knock quickly, but loudly, making sure that it didn't go unnoticed. After about a minute the door opens revealing a very upset Spencer. \

"Sam! You came!." He says a smile forming on his face. "Thank the gods for this!" He shouts looking up, and engulfing me in a hug.

"Yea of course I did." I tell him, seeming confused at his outburst. "Why did you think I wouldn't" I ask. Suddenly scared about what might have happened.

"Carly said you two had a fight, a bad one." He says. I let out a sigh of relief, if that was all he thought then I was safe. "She's been in her room all day crying."

She was crying? What did I do to her. I think to myself. Not wanting to dwell on the thought for much longer I push past Spencer and rush up to Carly's room, not stopping to think about what I might find up there.

Once I get to her door, I knock lightly in case she's sleeping. I hear her yell "SPENCER GO AWAY!"

"I'm not Spencer." I say opening her door a little bit. "But I can understand if you don't want to see me."

"SAM!", she squeals, jumping off her bed and rushing over to me.. "I'm so sorr…." I start, but get interrupted when she clasps her hand over my mouth.

"Don't apologize Sam, it's not your fault it happened." She says. This girl is so confusing. "I was the one who kept teasing you. I was pretty sure you were into me when I caught you drooling during lunch."

"I was really mesmerised by the burgers they had that day" I try to lie.

"Liar, you were staring at me after all." Dammit, how can she always tell?. I try to keep my poker face, but no I feel my face begin to blush, and I'm pretty sure she sees it as well.

"So…" I try to throw her off "I doesn't mean-"

"Sam don't lie to me, I know you were staring"

"Okay fine, I was. But you were teasing even before that Carls". During that day she had worn perhaps the most revealing dress I had ever seen.

"It's called flirting Sam" She says with a smile. " I was trying to get you to notice me" Holy fuck did she just say she flirted with me? Brain- NO STOP don't continue that thought. You're here for her.

"Flirting? Carly if you're telling the truth, then why did you kick me out?" I ask back, not quite wanting to believe her. "I mean, if you wanted me, why would you freak when I kissed you?"

"Sam…" She starts, but pauses for a moment, probably trying to find her next words. " I freaked because I'm not gay. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Why did you have to screw with my mind?" Sorry, WHAT? I swear she was just to the point where she was blaming herself, but what? It's my fault now, OH just fucking great.

"So what this is my fault now? Huh?" I retort getting mad. "It can't be little, innocent, Carly. Well time for a reality check babe, because it's usually the innocent ones you have to keep an eye on."

This is getting out of hand I know. I want to stop, but I can't and I don't know why. She's looks like she's going to cry again. She was finally getting around to telling me how she felt, but I couldn't get my emotions past me. FUCK MY LIFE, great timing brain.

"Sam I never said it was your fault, it's just…." A tear rolls down her cheek. I use the arm of my hoodie to wipe it off, before pulling her into a hug. This gets her talking again, "It's just I don't want you to think I'm what I'm not"

What's with all her confusing sentences? "What do you mean?" I pause to consider what she's been talking about. "OH! You're afraid of being gay aren't you?" She replies with a simple nod of her head.

"Look I don't expect you to be Cupcake" I say running my hand through her hair. "I'm not gay myself after all" She looks at me like I'm insane.

"But you like girls don't you?" She asks. I sigh, she doesn't get it yet.

"I like girls and guys" I say

"So.. you're bi then?" She asks trying to figure out.

"No" I say, preparing for the next sentence. " I'm not gay or bi or straight."

"Huh?" She's super confused.

"I'm none of them. All they are, are tags, labels. They are just used to categorize people into different groups." I smile, taking her hand in mine. "If you can't get over being one, then just ignore them."

"So then what are you?" She asks.

" I'm a girl who loves boys and girls, and that's all." I say very proudly. "So now, Carly what are you?"

"A girl…" She says still kind of confused.

"Yes and.." I say kind of spinning my hands in the air signaling to continue her thought.

"A girl who likes you" She's beginning to get it. I smile and let out a laugh.

"Yes, so then is there something you want to ask me?" I question.

"Can I…" She takes in a deep breath. " Take you on a date?"YES OH FUCK YES! IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IT IS HAPPENING! My brain explodes.

"Hmm, I don't know I mean I thought you didn't like girls" I tease.

"I like you though." She says pushing me onto her couch and sitting on my lap with her facing me.

"Okay, then I accept" I gush. I lean in to give her a kiss then.

"SAM, CARLY! FREDDIE'S HERE!" He bursts into the room. Thank god we weren't kissing. "Oh did I interrupt something?" He asks. Carly jumps back away from me.

"No" We say in unison. "But good news Spencer, me and Sam are friends again!" She tells him with huge smile on her face.

End Flashback-Sam's POV

"After that we went to meet Freddie to plan for ICarly" I say to the camera. "Well that's all I have for you so see you next week" I click the camera off.

Carly's POV- A room in Italy

It has been a month since the events at school. Today was the court date, I would finally be able to press charges on that boy who attempted to rape me. I am anxious, but also a little scared about what would happen…

A Court Room

"We find the defendant guilty of attempted rape and assault" The judge's booming voice echoes through the courthouse His parents are across from me crying. I kind of feel bad for them, but there was nothing they could do. There simply is too much evidence: My friends testimonies and security cameras in the schools hallway confirmed what happened. Now he was getting seven years to be served in the United States. I'm just glad I wasn't suspended during the investigation. I have my school's counselor to thank for that. Mainly because she is my father's girlfriend, but also she helped me through all this.

And that concludes today's chapter. Next chapter will be about their date, and… other stuff. Also, like I said, Carly's storyline is not over I still have more planned. As for the sentencing time for attempted rape is 5-7 years in the US and seeing as they are in a school on a US military base the same laws would apply there.