A/N: Hope you guys are liking this so far! It probably won't be as long as the first one, but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, here's chapter 3!

Don't own iCarly.

CHAPTER 3

"Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies."

~Erich Fromm

~*Present Day*~

"That's the problem," Sam choked out, struggling to form the words, "I am." Freddie felt his heart stop. He had stopped in his tracks, his mouth gaping as if trying to form words, but no noise came out. "Freddie?" he heard Sam's weak voice on the other end of the phone ask.

"Y-you're dumping me?" he finally managed to say. "Why?" He heard Sam sniffle on the other end.

"I have to," she sobbed.

"Sam, I love you," Freddie pleaded, as if that was all the reason she needed to not dump him.

"I love you too, and I always will, but this is for the best. Please trust me on this. We need to go our separate ways."

"But Sam…"

"Bye Freddie." He heard the phone go silent. He took it away from his ear and stared at it as if he couldn't believe what just happened. He shook his head and began to violently dial numbers, calling the first person he could think of.

"Freddie?" the confused female voice answered. "What's up?"

"Carly," Freddie said urgently, "I need your help."

"What's wrong?" she asked, sounding worried.

"With me? Nothing. With Sam…I think a lot."

"Freddie, you're talking in circles. What's going on?" Freddie sighed.

"Sam just broke up at me." He heard Carly gasp slightly.

"Why would she do that?"

"I don't know, that's the thing! I need you to come down here and figure out. I can tell when things aren't right, and something is seriously wrong with my girlfr…well, I guess ex-girlfriend now."

"Freddie, can't you get someone down there to talk to her?"

"You know her better than anyone, maybe even me," he said firmly. "I really need your help on this one." He heard Carly sigh.

"Well, it's almost winter break anyway. I guess I could come down for that." She sighed again, and Freddie noted the sound of typing in the background. "I'm booking my flight now," she said unenthusiastically. "I'll be down there as soon as I can." Freddie smiled.

"You're the best, Carls."

"I've been told that."

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"Bye Freddie," Sam choked out, hitting the end button on her phone.

"What was that about?" Stacy asked worridly. "I thought you were going to tell him you were pregnant!"

"Shh!" Sam hissed. "I couldn't, ok?"

"Don't you need him to like, help you through this?" Sam whipped her head around to glare at Stacy.

"I can do this on my own. I don't need his help. It's not his problem anyway, why should I ruin his life?"

"Because he's your boyfriend? Because it won't totally ruin his life to know the truth?" Sam scoffed, standing up and wiping the lingering tears from her eyes.

"I don't need your preaching right now," Sam growled, heading towards the bedroom.

"It's not preaching!" Stacy shouted, standing up from the couch. "You probably ruined his life more now that you broke up with him!" Sam slammed the bedroom door shut in response. Stacy groaned and flopped back down on the couch. She knew Sam was independent, but sometimes it really got annoying how self-dependent she was. Stacy knew this was about more than just Sam not wanting to ruin Freddie's life with a child, but Sam had never exactly revealed her childhood to her room mate. Stacy sighed and stood back up, making her way over to the bedroom door. She gently knocked on the door.

"Sam," she called gently from outside the room, "what is this really about?"

"What do you mean?" Sam's muffled voice called from inside the room.

"You love Freddie, probably more than I've ever seen anyone love anyone else." She heard Sam scoff in reply. "Don't deny it, you know it's true! And I know that you're independent and whatever, but I also know you would never dump the kid on account of one little problem."

"Having a child isn't exactly a little problem," Sam answered. Stacy rolled her eyes.

"Regardless, are you going to tell me what this is really about or not?" Stacy heard silence from behind the door. She was about to sigh and walk away when the door slowly opened, revealing a very teary-eyed Sam.

"I've never told anyone except Freddie about my childhood," she whispered. "I'm not about to change that now. Just trust me when I say that leaving Freddie was what was best, for both of us." Stacy sighed and rolled her eyes again.

"Sam, you and I both know that's bullshit. You love Freddie, and Freddie loves you." Sam shrugged.

"Maybe it's time he found someone else to love." With that, she receded back into her room, closing the door behind her.

A/N: I know I've only gotten a few reviews on this, but I hope that everyone who's reading this is liking it! If you have any type of feedback I'd love to hear it! R&R!

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