JUSTUFF: Hey everyone!
I haven't written in this story for a long time, and I apologize…
By giving you a brand new chapter!
Enjoy ;)
Or else. Ha ha.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly…but I DO own this story.
Sam's POV
I arrived at Meat Shack Millie's with Carly. It looked the same. It almost made me cry, because it was the only thing left the same.
Except for my memories of Rome, and my experiences there…
With Freddie.
It almost hurt me to say his name. It made me angry to hear Alyson's name.
I wore a pretty shirt that I hadn't worn since my uncle's second wedding and jeans that were so expensive, I had to use all of the money Carly gave me for a few past birthdays to pay for them. But this was my first time seeing-Freddie besides iCarly-since I broke up with him and he met Alyson…
I walked over to their table with Carly. They were kissing. Well, this night was going well so far.
"Hey, guys," Carly spoke, since we stood there for five seconds, awkwardness in the air.
They both looked up. Freddie gave a tiny smile, while Alyson gleamed, her straight blonde hair going back as she got up out of the booth.
"Hi, Alyson," I said, trying not to get too angry and upset and emotional.
"Long time no see, Puckett," She said, letting go of the hug she had just given me, "What's been up?"
"Nothing, really, school, iCarly…" I said, a little nervous. Was it really that obvious that I hadn't been doing most anything since I let Freddie slip away?
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that anymore." Alyson stated, perky, but a little weird. She glanced at Carly, and Carly mouthed, "Don't tell her yet. Not the time."
"Really? Thank God! No more homework!" I cheered, and everyone looked around at me. I stopped, embarrassed. I shook Carly silently, and whispered to her, "Isn't this great?"
"No, um, Sam…I'm taking your spot on the show." She stated, sighing after she let it out, seemingly glad she didn't have to keep it bottled up anymore.
My smile turned to a frown. She was replacing me on iCarly? "Wait…what?"
"We all agreed. You just…aren't as close to them as I've become."
I was shocked. My eyes were wide open. I looked like a freaking lunatic…and I hadn't even sat down to eat yet. "Aren't as close to them? As YOU?" I practically shouted. People stared again, but this time I didn't care.
I looked at Freddie and Carly, who both had their faces faced to the ground.
I practically burst out laughing, but let out a calm chuckle instead. "Seriously? Wow. I've known both of you for almost 9 years. You guys have known Alyson since two months ago. I can't believe you guys." I stormed off, as I heard nothing but silence in Meat Shack Millie's.
I closed the ladies bathroom door behind me with a thud. Above the very dirty sink (filled with a dead ant and wet paper towels) there was a mirror. I looked at myself.
I looked so much different. I looked…older, more mature.
Like I lost the love of my life. I heard the bathroom door swing open with force, detrermination, and quickness. I thought it was Carly, or Freddie, or just a random person in Meat Shack Millie's who really had to go.
But it wasn't any of those people. But rather…
Alyson.
She glared at me. She looked evil. She looked like not the Alyson I knew. '
I barely recognized her.
"Why are you in here?" I asked, completely surprised.
"To go to the bathroom, Puckett! I'm in here because I have a few choice words for you."
"Huh?"
What was going on here?
Well…good or what? I was planning on not telling you who the person was, but if it wasn't Carly or Freddie, I knew you guys would guess Alyson.
What's Alyson's problem? What do you guys think?
I already know…muahaha! LOL.
Wish my friend Brennan a happy birthday!
SAYING OF THE CHAPER: I like rapping while being in a closet filled with socks!
Oh, yeah, I'm awesome!
Bye!
~Zazeendot