"What goes on?"

Okay so before anyone gets confused, you know how Freddie or Sam always says "What goes on?" meaning hello and stuff. Yeah? Well this story is based on that. So if you haven't ever heard either of them say it, just watch a few second season episodes and you'll see.

"What goes on?" Freddie said as he entered the Shay's apartment. He wasn't surprised to see Carly and Sam sat on the couch watching Girly Cow and tucking into a big bowl of popcorn. "Oh hey." Smiled Carly. Sam just grunted while Carly patted the space next to her for Freddie to sit down. "Fredweird won't like this! Carls, he's a boy. Well, I think." Snarled Sam. Carly and Freddie just rolled their eyes, and he sat down all the same.

Twenty minutes later the gang were at the Groovy Smoothie. They sat on their usual table, discussing the next iCarly. "You know, I think Freddie should come on more often because…"

"WHAT? The nub can't go on camera! He bores the audience like crazy." Yelled Sam. Freddie raised an eyebrow and made an 'Uh!' sound, to make him seem offended. "Actually Sam, a lot of fans want him on more often. Mostly girls but…" Carly trailed off. Sam grinned, a mischievous smile forming on her face.

"What Carly here is trying to say here is that she wants you on the show so she can drool over you more!" Carly's mouth fell open and Freddie's eyes were about to pop out his sockets.

"Sam!" Hissed Carly. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like Freddie that way?"

"Yeah." Agreed Sam sarcastically. "That's totally what it says in your diary."

The two brunettes glared at Sam. Freddie: Sam was probably lying, Carly had clearly stated she'd never like him that way. Carly: Sam had read her diary? She was dead meat!

"Why the frick did you read my diary?" Sam's smile grew even bigger.

"Oh so you're not denying that it says you like Freddie?" Casually stated the blond girl.

"What?" Growled Carly, but she seemed to be losing the battle. Freddie just sat and stared at the girls. Sam tapped her foot impatiently. "W…So what if I like Freddie? That doesn't change the fact that we're going to stay friends." Freddie's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish and Sam's face was a picture.

"Uh, yeah it does. Finally, Carly has feelings for the nub." There were tears welling up in Carly's eyes as she stormed out of the Groovy Smoothie.

"Carly! Carly wait!" Yelled Freddie desperately. "How could you be so hateful? Reading Carly's diary is one thing, but making her admit she had feelings for me? You really are a skunk bag." And following in Carly's footsteps, Freddie stormed out.

Freddie eventually found Carly crying on her bed. "What goes on?" Asked Freddie, pleadingly.

"Go away Freddie." Sniffed the girl.

"Carly, can we please just talk?" Sighed the male brunette, sitting down next to Carly and patting her on the back. There was no reply from Carly, only a muffled sniff. "Well, I'm gonna talk anyway. Carls, if it's true you like me, sniff once, if Sam was lying, sniff twice." There was silence for a while, before there was one sniff. Freddie closed his eyes tight, waiting for the second, but none came. Eventually, Carly sat up, Freddie's arm still around her. "I do like you Freddie, and have for a while now. But I just don't want to go out with you. Don't ask me why it's complicated." Freddie sighed sadly and got up. Carly texted violently on her phone.

"What are you doing Carls?" Carly grunted impatiently waiting for Freddie to leave.

"Texting Sam." Biting his lip, Freddie turned to the door. His heart panged hard on his chest, beating faster with every breath.

"So…I'm leaving now." Said Freddie, stepping closer and closer to the door. Carly just nodded, obviously not listening.

"I…I love you." Grumbled the boy hopefully. There was silence before he gave up and left out the door. He sniffed, waiting for a reply, but none came until he'd gone far around the corner and down the stairs.

"I love you to, Freddie." But sadly, he would never ever know what Carly had said, for the next day was the night of the overnight school projects, where he would forget everything he had ever felt towards Carly.

Yep. I just wrote this sad creddie story. I know what the title of the collection says but I wanted a story out there like this.