I am so so sorry about how long this took. I was planning on updating two mondays ago before I went up to Canada, but things didn't go as I planned. Here it is now. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or related charaters, but I do own the plot, James, Kayla, Stacey, and a quater.

She loved him. He found that as he stood there he could not bring himself to move. She loved him. It was all of his wildest dreams coming true. Of course he did expect the scenery be different. After all these years they finally had their feelings in the open. It wasn't until then that reality sunk in; what did Carly mean when she said good bye. She wouldn't tell him that she loved him only to leave to sleep.

"Oh no." escaped from his lips as his face flushed, she couldn't possibly mean…how could she do that for him. He found it somewhere in him to take off running after her. The only problem; he didn't know which direction she went. He snapped his fingers, but he did know where she would end up. She would have to go back to Spencer's to pack. He still had time to convince her to stay. He raced to his car and sped off to the apartment.

"Carly, open the door." Freddie pounded on the door trying to receive some kind of response from her. So far, no such luck. Even though the door wasn't open, he knew that she was in there, he could sense it.

"Carly, we need to talk." Silence greeted him.

"Carly, please open the door. I know you're scared, but I am too." No answer. He was getting frustrated.

"You have to come out sometime Carly, and when you do, I'll be there." His back slide down the wall by the door. He would wait as long as it takes.

Carly locked the door, if she knew Freddie, he would come after her. That was the last thing she wanted. It was hard enough to say good bye once, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like a second time.

"Carly, open the door."She recognized the voice to be Freddie's .

'Oh no.' She went to the door just to reassure herself that it was locked. She winced every time she felt Freddie pound on the door.

"Carly, we need to talk." She knew it. She had expressed her feelings too quickly. She was a good friend, but not girlfriend material who lived miles away. She could take this anymore.

"Can you at least answer me?" She heard Freddie yelled.

'Sam something, anything.' Her mind prompted.

"You can't stay there in there forever Carly."

'Watch me.' She bitterly thought until he continued.

"I know you're scared, but I'm scare too." Just that comment alone made her want to break down crying again and open the door. Then reality hit her. She had to leave tomorrow, and everything would return to normal, just like before; except this time, the image of Freddie would be plastered in her mind. But he would move on to another girlfriend like Brittany. Sooner of later he would forget all about little old her, and make something of himself and she would go her own path. She would meet someone not as good as Freddie, but she would manage, and slowly, she too would forget all about him.

The morning came too early. Carly had packed last night to save time in the morning, but also to try and get her mind off Freddie, which utterly failed. It was a long drive back, so she had to get started. She didn't have to stay there, but she had to at least finish the semester there. She dragged her suitcase to the door. She unlocked it and proceeded outside. She stopped dead in her tracks to see Freddie leaning against the wall; asleep.

"Bye Freddie." She felt a pang in her heart. He looked so cute like that. She turned around and started walking. She didn't look back, because she knew that if she did, she wouldn't be able to leave.

"Carly." Sam wandered through the door. Most of the lights were off except a figure sitting at the table.

"Carly?" She asked.

"She's gone." She recognized the voice to be Freddie's. She flipped on all the lights.

"Freddie, what do you mean gone?"

"Not here, left, GONE." He screamed. "Abandoned us." He added softly throwing the letter she had left for them back onto the table.

"She went back?"Sam said quietly. "but I thought…" She didn't finish the sentence; she knew how hard this was on him.

"Without saying good bye."

"Freddie." Sam placed her hand on his shoulder.

"What?" He snapped.

"You're just going to let her go?"

"She left without saying good-bye. If she didn't care about us, she shouldn't have even com."

"Do you hear yourself? Carly cares about us, but what is she supposed to do; transfer schools? You know how long that would take?"

"Shut-up."

"No, I won't. If you love her like you say you do, do something to show her." Her volume lowered.

"Don't let Carly slip through your fingers again."

"You don't understand." Sam merely shrugged.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. All I do know is if you don't go after, you'll loose her. Then you will spend the rest of your live contemplating what would have happened if you did go after her." Sam decided it would be best if she just let him sit there and think, so she quietly snuck away.

Freddie sat at the table. Sam didn't know what she was talking about. He reached for the letter to throw it away. As his fingers brushed the paper, a floodof memories came back.

"Hey, I'm Carly." The worst part was that he couldn't stop it.

"I'm in love with you, and I can live with the constant pain."

(flash)

"Carly will never love you."

(flash)

"That's not Carly's boyfriend."

(flash)

"I wasn't jealous of James and you."

(flash)

"Yes, I love you."

(flash)

"If you don't go after her, you'll loose her, and you'll end up with another Brittany."

Freddie's eyes bolted open. All their memories were rushing in his head at the same time. His fist clenched. He wouldn't loose her again. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He didn't care what excuse she gave. He had loved her for give years, and he wouldn't give up on her yet. No matter what it took he would make sure that he would see Carly again; except this time they would leave on different terms.

"And that concludes the lesson." At those words, Carly snapped out of her daydreaming state. Her best friend, Kayla was staring at her.

"What are you staring at?" Carly asked.

"What were you daydreaming about? Or rather," her eyes flashed in a teasing state. "Who was it about?" Carly pushed her playfully.

"Nothing." She rolled her eyes.

"What's nothing?" Another voice added in. It belonged to another one of her friends; Stacey. Stacey had brown hair and piercing green eyes. While Kayla had short black hair and brown eyes and was shorted than Stacey.

"Our poor Carly was having a dirty daydream about a mystery man." Kayla said dramatically throwing her hand upon her forehead.

"Oh," Stacey's eyebrows rose.

"Can we just drop it?" Carly pleaded. The conversation was over; for now.

The car pulled up at the curb, the figure took in the surrounding area with only one goal in mind; Carly.

Carly wasn't really listening to her friend's conversation. Her mind was somewhere else. She looked up, so it looked like she was at least trying to pay attention. Her eyes scanned the crowd. She stopped dead when her eyes landed on a certain boy. She looked back at her friends, then back to that spot; nothing was there.

"Carly?" Kayla was the first to notice.

"Carly, are you ok?" Carly's eyes glanced back to the spot; still nothing.

"Fine." But just for a second she thought she saw Freddie. It couldn't be, it had been days since she had left, and there would be no reason he would be here. The trio began walking again, but Carly couldn't shake the feeling.

The three friends neared Carly's door. Carly looked in her purse to look for her keys in what felt like an abyss.

"Oh Carly, I almost forgot to tell you." The cold edge of the key hit her fingers. Got it.

"Someone said they wanted to come visit you." Kayla finished.

"Who?" Carly asked. Maybe it was her father; she hadn't seen him in a long time. The key fit in the lock.

"I don't remember." Kayla confessed. It didn't matter; she would figure it all out when they came. She turned the key in the door.

"I have to finish homework." The two friends nodded, they respected her for that. She swung the door only to see Freddie sitting there on her bed.

"Hey Carly." He said hesitantly. Needless to say, Carly dropped her keys.

'Say something.' She thought.

"Hey." She finally found herself saying. Their eyes locked. It was at that exact moment that she knew things would change in her life, for the better, because this time; no one had to say anything.

I tried to think of the non- sappest ending for this story, and this is what I came up with. In the next chapter, if you guys want, I might include the "rest" of the conversation (ie, the sappy parts) This is actually the last chapter, well dispite the next chapter with my thankyou and a preview for my next story. If you guys have any questions for my or about my writing I will answer it if you leave it in a review. I hope you enjoyed reading this, there will be more Creddie stories from me to come.