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I got to school before anyone else did. The only sound in the hallway was the sound of a copy machine in the distance and me opening my locker to get my books.

Then I heard the entrance door open and shut quickly, followed by the sound of someone's feet scuffing the ground. I'd know those footsteps anywhere.

Freddie was looking at his phone as he rounded the corner to go to his locker. I continued to get some books out of my locker and he walked past me.

But then he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around with a confused look on his face. I was facing him at this point and the look on his face was priceless.

"Sup Freddork." I nodded in his direction.

"Sam?" Freddie questioned. It's understandable. I was wearing my hair differently than usual and my outfit choice didn't exactly scream my name.

"No chizz. Why are you here so early?" I asked.

Freddie raised his eyebrow. For some reason, my stomach tingled ever so slightly when he did this. Then he smirked. More tingles.

"I should say the same to you Puckett."

"Well, I'm here because…." Wait, why was I there so early. "I actually have no idea. My mom and I were having conversation about stuff, and then I came here."

"Oh, well I'm here this early every day."

"Oh coarse you are." I teased.

"Hey, make fun of me all you want, but if you had a crazy mom like mine then you'd know what I mean."

I shrugged and then started to walk towards my class. English. Then I noticed that Freddie was following me.

I turned around rapidly and suddenly he bumped into me, wondering why I had stopped. He backed off for a moment, and gave me another confused look.

"What's the big idea?" I asked.

"What! I have English too. Jesus Sam, we're friends and you can't even stand me walking to class with you. God Damn it!" Freddie frowned.

"Oh. Sorry." I said.

"Wait…What?" Freddie tilted his head.

"What do you mean "what"?

"Did you just say sorry to me?"

I sighed not realizing why this was such a big deal. "So? Don't you remember this weekend on the fire escape?"

"So?"

I rolled my eyes. "Freddie, Momma doesn't give hugs that often, especially to nubs like you. So, I saying sorry to you for a small misunderstanding isn't a big deal. Just like me calling you Freddie when I'm trying to be serious."

Freddie just smiled shook his head. "Whatever you say."

I walked over to a wall and let myself slide down the wall, until I was seated.

Freddie came over to me and did the same. Still ten minutes until people would start coming.

"So what's up?" Freddie asked smiling at me.

I thought about this. "Well, yesterday I spent the day cleaning my house and doing homework. Then-"

"Wait wait wait….Sam Puckett….doing homework…and cleaning….How?"

I shrugged. "I'm trying this new thing. Yeah it's called not be lazy."

Freddie seemed impressed. "Does this have anything to do with Friday?"

I remembered Freddie telling me that I needed to get my act together.

"Freddie can I be honest with you for a moment."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Well. I'd hope you'd be honest with me all the time, but sure go ahead."

"Well, before last Friday, you know when we were on the fire escape, I was kind of feeling….depressed."

Freddie widened his eyes a little. I guess he didn't realize this.

"It actually started a couple of months ago, back in the summer. You and Carly started talking about the future and I realized that I had none. I was…scared. I actually…well, please don't freak out ok."

"What?" Freddie was really listening to me.

"I started eating drastically less, and I went to the doctor and he said that I had been on the verge of getting anorexia."

Freddie's eyes widened even more. "What? Sam are you okay. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I'm fine now. Trust me, momma's never going to be anorexic. I love food too much. But I also stopped sleeping as much. So I started to feel like my world was falling apart. And so well, I decided that I'm going to change."

"Change? But Sam….I….I don't want you to change."

Now it was my turn to give him a confused wide eyed look.

"Freddie, don't worry. I'll always think of you as a dork. I'll always love meat. And I'll never turn into one of those prissy girls who only are about makeup. I'm still Sam. I'm just the Sam that doesn't want to end up homeless."

Freddie nodded. "Okay, well then in that case, I'm proud of you."

I shrugged and looked away, clasping my hands together in my lap. But then I felt something on my cheek. It had only been there for two seconds but I still felt it there afterwards. Freddie's lips.

I jolted my head up and looked in his direction. He faced his head down and he was blushing ferociously. I was about to say something when

"Sam? Why are you here so early? And how come you and Freddie haven't killed each other?" Carly teased. Oh Carly.

"Carly!" I smiled, genuinely happy to see my best friend. I got up and hugged her tightly. I realized that when I did this my shirt had rose up a little bit and showed a bit of my stomach. I could feel Freddie staring at my skin. What was going on?

I pulled my shirt down a little bit as Carly was examining my outfit.

"Wow Sam, you look great!" Carly laughed as I twirled around for her to admire my outfit.

"Thanks. How was Yukima?"

"Sam." Carly gave me a warning look but then laughed at my joke. She couldn't deny her hatred for that place.

"Same old same old. What did you guys do when I was gone?" She said, looking at Freddie who at some point had gotten up and made his way next to me. When did that happen?

Freddie looked at me and I looked at him, both of us knowing that we didn't want to tell her about the fire escape.

"I….worked on my English assignment the whole weekend." Freddie said.

"And I….um….ate stuff…and um…..yeah." I said.

Carly gave the both of us a funny look. "Ok then."

The bell sounded and we all went into our English class. I did something I never did before. I sat…in the front row. Freddie and Carly usually sit in the back with me so they started walking towards the back but stopped when they realized I wasn't there. They turned and walked to the front and awkwardly sat on either side of me.

I smirked at myself. It was kinda fun to surprise people.

"Ok students!" said our teacher, Mr. Buckley. "Today we're going to present our creative writing pieces to the class. Anyone want to go first?"

No one raised their hand. I was just about to when Mr. Buckley called on Freddie to read his. I watched has he sighed but stood up in the front on the class. He looked at his paper and took a deep breath.

"There are some things I just don't understand. I understand math, science, and technology, but there is just one thing I can't get. No matter how I try I don't think I ever will. I just don't get it. I don't get her."

For some reason when Freddie said "her" he looked at me. Oh no.

"I don't get why she feels alone, when I'm here for her. I don't understand why she feels scared, when I'll protect her. I don't understand I she feels unloved, when I love her."

Oh my God. No, this is just fiction. Of course Freddie just made this up. And he probably didn't even look at me before. I definitely imagined that. Yeah definitely.

"Maybe it's because she's vulnerable. She tries to make us see her ways but there is so much we don't know. There's so much she tries to hide, like why she acts the way she does. I don't understand why she feels like she needs to hide, when I'll find her. No matter what it takes."

Freddie folded the piece of paper. I looked around the room to see all the guys bored and all the girls drooling over Freddie. Oh give me a break.

"Very nice Freddie." Said Mr. Buckley.

Before he could pick someone else I raised my hand."Mr. B, I'd like to go now."

Everyone in class looked horrified. Everyone but Freddie, who just looked lost in thought.

Mr. Buckley sighed. "Alright, let's just get this over with. Go on."

I nodded and stood up in front of the class.

My turn.

"Most people just want to fit in. They want to be liked. They want to be accepted. And it seems that everything's fine, when really, it's all just an act. Some people might say that I'm a terrible actress. But who says I'm acting. I'm not trying to be something I'm not. I breathe the same air as others, but I exhale something completely different. I have the same sight as others, yet I see the world like no other. I have the same nose, but when I smell, I'm not just smelling roses or coffee. I'm experiencing something that other people don't understand. The sounds, aromas, and sights around me all make me he girl I am. And I am Sam. Take it or leave it."

I put my paper down and looked towards the class. Everyone's eyes were wide. I saw Freddie smirk. Carly raised her eyebrows. Mr. Buckley nodded his head in approval.

"Job well done Sam. Job well done."

And with that, I began to realize that success felt good.

The whole day went on like this. In math I was the only one who answered "the toughest problem known to man" correctly. In science I stunned students with my "Big Band theory" essay. And in history we had a debate and no one could top what I had to say. It was a great day.

After school I waited for Freddie to get out of A.V. club. Carly had gone with her boyfriend, Adam, to Groovie Smoothie.

I walked around for a bit until I found myself in front of the Auditorium. About ten students were all surrounding the place. They seemed to be rehearsing lines or something to themselves.

I saw Wendy focusing on a piece of paper.

"Hey Wendy!"

She looked up at her paper and smiled when she saw me. "Oh hey Sam! Are you auditioning too?"

"For what?"

Wendy laughed. "For the musical silly. We're doing Grease this year."

"Um, no I'm just waiting for someone."

"Oh that's too bad."

I was about to walk away. But then I thought about it. I know I can sing. I know I can act. And colleges do look for things like this. Heck, why not?

"Wait, Wendy?" I said, biting my lip.

"Yeah?"

"Um, what do you have to do to audition?"

"Seriously? Wow, that's great. Well, you need to sing a song and you need a monologue of some sort."

"Hmmm." I slumped. What was I going to sing? Do I even have a monologue?

"I don't think I even have a monologue." I said.

"Oh come on Sam, it doesn't matter what it's about. Mine's so stupid." She said, showing me hers. It was pretty silly. It was about some farmer milking his goat.

Just then I had an idea. "Hey, is there any way people can audition together?"

"Yeah sure, why?"

"Ok, well, I started working on a monologue thingy for a segment on iCarly. It's about person trying to sell pickles to an old lady."

"I don't know Sam." Wendy scratched her head.

"Let me at least show it to you." I said, reaching into my backpack and taking out the script.

She looked at it for a moment.

"You know what. Let's do it." Wendy said, nodding her head in approval.

"Thanks Wendy!" I said.

Soon it was our turn to audition. We walked into the auditorium together and made ur way onto the stage. I didn't recognize the lady who was in charge, but her name was Mrs. Darla. She was big and she wore the tiniest glasses.

"Names please." She said. She didn't smile, or frown, or show any signs of judgment. I liked her already. And I like the fact that she didn't know me. It felt like a fresh start.

"Wendy."

"Sam."

"Ok, begin." She said.

I turned and paced Wendy, who was the person trying to sell me pickles.

"Hello miss, would you like some pickles?" Wendy said in a deep funny voice.

"What?" I said like an old lady.

The scene went on and we were really good actors together. I realized that I acted on iCarly all the time. By the end of the scene, Mrs. Darla was laughing hysterically.

"Okay Okay, that was good." She said. Wendy and I smiled at each other. "Now who wants to sing first?"

Wendy agreed to sing first so I listened as she sang the song "Popular." From Wicked. She sang it pretty well. A few off notes but it was still pretty good.

When she was done I stood up and went back to the stage. I could feel butterflies in my tummy. The spotlight was on me. I couldn't see the audience. This was just like When I did pageants. I could do this.

So I began.

"Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start but can't complete
Listen to the sound from deep within
It's only beginning to find release

Oh, the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own all 'cause you won't
Listen

Listen, I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on mind
You should have known

Oh, now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own

You should have listened, there is someone here inside
Someone I thought had died so long ago
Oh, I'm screaming out and my dreams'll be heard
They will not be pushed aside on words
Into your own all 'cause you won't
Listen

Listen, I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on mind
You should have known

Oh, now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't

Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start but I will complete

Oh, now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own, my own"

By the end of the song I was out of breath, but boy did I feel good. The whole time I felt like was in my own world.

I looked and saw Wendy smiled ecstatically and giving me two thumbs up. I saw Mrs. Darla write something down and then signal for us to send the next person in.

Once we were through the auditorium doors we started doing a happy dance.

"Oh my god that felt…AMAZING!" I screamed.

"You were amazing! I never knew you could sing!" Wendy danced.

"You too! Oh My God! And what about the monologue?"

"Now that was great. But I knew you would do great. The way you read your paper is English this morning kind of showed that."

"What do you mean?" Seriously what did she mean by that.

"Well, what you wrote was just so….deep. And all deep writers are good actors." Wendy chuckled.

"Yeah." I said in agreement.

"And OH MY GOD! Freddie was so cute this morning. What he wrote was so sweet."

I stopped happy dancing.

"What?" I said sternly.

She stopped dancing too. "Well, it's obviously about you. And come on he's so sweet. Like that time when he gave up that School at Sea thing to Missy."

"What are you talking about? Missy won that."

"No, Freddie won it and gave it to Missy. I wonder why though." Wendy shrugged.

Oh. My. God.

He phone beeped. "Oh, I got to go. My mom's here."

"Bye." I said, still in shock.

Freddie did care. He really meant it when he said it to me on the fire escape. He cared. Oh my god. But that's not the only thing I realized.

Which brings me to the second thing I decided.

I love Freddie.

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