A/N: Here's chapter two, I hope you like ittttttt.

I do not own iCarly.

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Three years, two months, a week and four days.

That was the last time Sam had ever told anyone she loved them; romantically, I mean. It was also the first time she'd ever told anyone she loved them. It was also the only time she'd ever told anyone she'd loved them.

She'd told Freddie.

Freddie had told her.

And in that moment she believed him, but then the reality of the situation crashed down on her. They didn't work. They never have and they never would. This was inevitable.

She told herself, two weeks later as she packed her suitcases, that her leaving was also inevitable.

Three years, one month, three weeks and a day.

That was the last time Sam had been in Seattle.

It wasn't an easy decision for Sam to leave, but she did. The blonde believed she was being completely selfless.

I'm doing this for Freddie.

Sam recalled the conversations Freddie had had with her during the time they were dating, about how he wanted to go to the best college and get the best job. Earn lots of money, live in a big house, be successful. Sam saw the way Freddie's eyes lit up when he told her this and she felt happy for him, she honestly did.

But the night they broke up, and he told her he loved her, she wasn't sure she could handle that commitment. Sure, she knew she loved him (and she let this be told) but knowing that he loved her back? She wasn't sure she could allow it. If he loved someone like Sam he wouldn't be able to achieve his dreams of college and money and big houses and success. Not if he was with a criminal. A thief. A tormentor. An overall 'bad seed'.

As said criminal, thief, tormentor, bad seed boarded the bus out to Vancouver, she repeated this in her head.

I'm doing this for Freddie.

And she began to convince herself.

Melanie met her at the bus station on Sunday morning, jumping and squealing, hugging Sam so hard she thought she might suffocate. Sam choked out a strangled "Can't… Breathe…" before being let go by her sister. Melanie continued to grin at her twin. Sam gave a small smile in return.

She'd never been close to her twin (some sort of rivalry Sam had always felt since childhood after their father - who favoured Sam – left and Sam always felt second in comparison to her sister, in her mom's eyes) but Sam was grateful for what Melanie had done for her.

She'd called her sister up the evening before, after a long time's deliberation, and spoke three words into the receiver.

"I need you," Sam managed to choke out.

The next thing she knows she's telling Melanie every thing, her feelings for Freddie, the break up, how she doesn't want to bring him down or restrict him. For the first time in at least 11 years, Sam had let her sister through her walls.

"I've missed you," Melanie announces once all the jumping up and down, squealing and suffocating hugging had died down.

"I know. Umm, and… thanks Mel." Sam sighed "For this. For everything."

"Don't mention it. Come on, we need to get your things."

A genuine smile spread across Sam's face as Melanie took her hand and dragged her over to collect her luggage, all the time babbling animatedly about how excited she was to have her sister back, how she'd have to show her around Vancouver soon, how she'd have to introduce Sam to her friends, the flat they'd be sharing...

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I just want to say thank you to DannySamLover20, lumiforever, Bubbles of Angst and rainbows-and-fries for the reviews and everyone who's put this story on alert and/or favourited it. (: