Author's Note: Hello people! =D

Yes, I know, I haven't updated in quite a while... Please don't shoot! *Holds hands up* I come in peace! =P

Well, anyway, sorry for the lack of updates, but I was having some issues trying to organize my free time, since I started high school this year, but now I think everything is normal again =P

So yeah, I'll just shut up now and go on with the story! =D

Disclaimer: *Phone rings* Hello?.. Bob?... Oh, finally!... So, how was your meeting with Dan?... Wait, what do you mean by 'I didn't go'?... But why didn't you go?... Wait, you're in Hawaii? What are you doing there?... Vacation? What are you talking about? I didn't- No, don't hang up on me! Wait! *Bob hangs up*... Okay, little tip, never send your chinchilla-lawyer alone on a plane. He might go to Hawaii instead of going to LA to talk Dan into handing iCarly over to you... And for the slow ones: I don't own iCarly! XP

Enjoy! ;)


Chapter 14: The Notebook

Sam's POV

I arrived home in about twenty minutes, and I went straight upstairs to my room. Like always, my mom wasn't at home, but that didn't make a difference anymore. When I reached my room, I dropped my bag on a corner and threw myself on the bed. That one was close... Luckily, I was fast enough to hide the notebook under the beanbag chair before she could see it... Wait.

In the next moment, I froze.

No...no, no, no, no, no, I just didn't do that. I mean... I can't be so idiot. I just didn't do that. I kept telling me myself that as I got up from my bed abruptly and jumped across the room to reach my backpack.

I searched through it for about ten minutes, until I realized what I had done... I had left the notebook at Carly's.

Stupid. Stupid. I'm completely and definitely stupid. How the hell could I have been able to leave the notebook there? I mean, the main reason I left was to avoid Carly founding the notebook, but thanks to myself, I forgot it there. Great. Just great.

I threw myself on the bed again, covering my face with both my hands.

Oh, c'mon Sam, it can't be that bad…. I mean, there wasn't anything written in there that could lead Carly's thoughts towards the right direction and make her find out about my feelings for Freddie… oh, of course there is!

In the notebook, I didn't only write the song, there's some other stuff in it. I never had a diary, but usually when I'm bored in classroom, which is like, all the time, I kind of start writing down what I'm thinking, and many times I kind of started writing down some stuff about Freddie, even things like a mixture of our names that I thought of during class…it's called Seddie, the 'S' from Sam and 'eddie' from Freddie… alright, I really think I shouldn't have told you about that but… anyway, I just can't let anyone see that, but I also can't just go back to Carly's to get it, she'd get suspicious about it for sure.

I sighed loudly. Looks like there's nothing I can do right now but wish that Carly won't find the notebook.

A few minutes earlier...

Carly's POV

I watched as Sam walked out of the studio. She seemed pretty tense since I walked in here, it was like she was hiding something from me… but I knew a way to find out what it was.

I walked towards the beanbag chair Sam had been sitting on and knelt down right next to it.

When I got up here, I saw through the glass of the studio door that Sam was writing something down on a notebook that was lying on her lap, and the moment opened the door, she hid it somewhere. I pretended not to see it, but I did, and now I just needed to find where she hid it, but I kind of already knew where to look for it.

I peered under the beanbag chair, and saw something red right under it… I pulled the red thing out from where it had been, and looked at it. Sam's notebook.

I wondered if I really should look inside... to see what she had written or drawn in it... but now that I really had the chance to do it... I chickened out. Alright, I know that it can sound stupid, but I really don't like peering into people's personal stuff... especially when it's my best friend's personal stuff we're talking about, and even though she's been hiding so much from me lately... Or at least I think she has... I kind of know how she feels, and if I were her, I think I'd do the same.

Anyway, I stared down at the notebook I was holding in my hands and I didn't feel like I should read anything from it, so I decided not to do so. But then, the studio door burst open suddenly, and I immediately, without a single thought, hid the notebook behind my back.

Freddie walked in the studio, and looked at me suspiciously.

"Uh... what you have there?" He asked curiously, but I decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean?" Oh c'mon, don't look at me like that! Playing dumb works… sometimes.

Okay, I know that I promised Freddie I'd help him with all of this, but for now, I can't tell him about this little... investigation, if you could call it that, because I'm not completely sure about Sam's feelings for him.

"Carly, I saw you hiding something behind your back when I walked in. What is it?" He insisted. Alright, playing dumb didn't work. New plan.

"So, I heard you're also going to have a History test this week, do you think-" He cut me off.

"Carly, don't try to change the subject" Okay, changing the subject also didn't work. Just calm down Carly and… try to come up with something. Yeah, but the part of coming up with something that Freddie would believe in wasn't that easy.

"Uh… I'm not trying to change the subject… it's just that… this is my… diary! Yes, it's my diary, and, well, no one knew I still had this thing, and it's filled with so embarrassing stuff from when I was a kid that I can't even let Sam read it!" I said and laughed nervously. Oh, c'mon, it wasn't that bad! It was better than many lies I ever came up with. Seriously.

"Your… diary?" Freddie still seemed a bit suspicious about the diary thing, but he dropped it. He seemed to have remembered that he was there to do something, and decided that whatever it was, it was more important than my embarrassing kid memories. "Uh… I just… Sam just ran out the apartment without a word, I just wanted to know, did you two have a fight or something?" He asked, and I was relieved that he gave up on the notebook subject.

"Oh, she didn't really say why she had to go home, she just said she had to" I said, and I wasn't lying, because if I was, I'd not have been able to say that so calmly. He stared at me for a short moment, maybe still a bit suspicious because of the diary thing, but luckily, he dropped it.

"Uh, alright then... I was just curious, you know?" He said "Well, I think I'd better go home, you know how my mom is"

"Yeah, okay then…well, bye"

"Bye Carls" He said, turned around, and left the studio.

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