Disclaimer: Is my first name Dan? No. Is my last name Schneider? Nope. Do I own iCarly? Obviously not. DURRRR!

SPOV:

I looked down at my stomach as I lied on the couch. I didn't want to tell Carly that I didn't have any money to buy a prom dress. I didn't want her to know that nobody had asked me to the prom yet. I didn't want her to know that I'm dying inside when she talks about how amazing her life is. I didn't want her to know that when I go home, I don't get anything. Lastly, I didn't want her to know about the emotional pain I go through everyday of my life.

"I, um, I promised the nub that I'd meet him at the Groovy Smoothie today," I lied.

"Really? You and Freddie don't usually hang out alone," Carly said skeptically.

I tried to think of something quick. "I needed help to study for the Spanish test on Monday. He insisted that he should help me study. So I told him that if he bought me a smoothie, he could help me." I lied again.

"Oh, um, okay then," Carly said. She seemed convinced, but still not really positive about it. I shrugged it off and got up from the couch.

"I should go meet him there now. See ya." I left Carly's apartment and quietly picked the lock on Freddie's apartment door. Silently, I opened the door and snuck in. Nobody was there, thank God.

I snuck around to a hallway in his apartment. There was Freddie's room. Slowly, I opened the door. Crap, he's here. Before I could run off, he stood up and walked towards me.

"Hey Sam," said Freddie in an awkward voice.

"Hey," I said quietly, walking over to his bed. I sat down and looked at him.

"Not being rude or anything, but why are you here?"

"It's a long story."

"Tell me, I've got time." He smirked.

"Only if you feed me."

He laughed. "I will. Now tell me."

Freddie lied down beside me on the bed. Awkwardly, I glanced over at him.

"Alright, well, I went to Carly's place."

"Yeah," he said, nodding his head.

"She said that she's going to the prom with Gibby."

Freddie made a disgusted face and nodded.

"Well, she wanted me to go prom dress shopping with her, but I can't. And I lied to her and said that you were going to help me study for a Spanish test at the Groovy Smoothie."

"Why can't you go prom dress shopping with her?"

Ugh, why did he have to ask that? "I, uh…"

"You don't have a date, do you?" It's like he read my mind.

I shook my head.

"Oh. Well, you could go with friends."

"Nah, I'll just stay home I guess. I don't need to waste money that I don't even have to make myself look gorgeous for one night. They play corny music there, anyway," I said, mumbling the last sentence.

"Money you don't have? What do you mean?" Freddie asked in a concerned tone.

"I mean I'm broke, okay?" I said in an angry tone.

"I'm sorry, Sam."

I nodded.

"But why did you come here and not just go home?" He asked.

"I don't wanna go back to my mom."

"Why?" He asked, sounding concerned again.

"She yells at me. Sometimes throws things at me."

"She throws things at you?"

I nodded. Tears entered my eyes, but I fought them back.

"Will you promise not to tell anyone about all of this?" I asked.

"I promise I won't tell."

"Thanks."

"You thanked me. Are you okay, Sam?"

"I'm pouring my heart out to someone that hates me. Yeah, I'm fine," I said sarcastically.

"I don't hate you," Freddie said quietly.

"Yeah, right. You expect me to believe that." I rolled my tear-filled eyes.

He scooted closer to me. "I don't hate you, Sam."

"Yes you do. Don't lie to me. I'm tired of people lying."

"I'm not lying, Sam. If I really hated you, would I do this?"

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. Chills went through my spine. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he leaned in. His warm soft lips touched mine when…

"FREDDIEBEAR!" Mrs. Benson yelled. She ran over to Freddie.

Freddie jumped off the bed and so did I.

"Mom, I can explain," he said.

"What? Why were you making out with this thing?" She asked, pointing at me.

"Sam is not a thing! She's my best friend and we weren't making out! I was just going to give her a kiss because she was upset and I thought it'd make her feel better, but of course, you didn't let me."

My eyes widened. He was actually going to kiss me. I almost had an urge to kiss the nub too. I mean, I don't like him like that… I guess.

"How did she get here anyway?" Mrs. Benson looked at me disgustingly.

He glanced at me. "Um, I invited her here."

"Don't invite girls here without my permission, Freddiebear!"

"I won't, now bye," said Freddie, pushing his mom out of his room, and then locking the door.

"Sorry," he said. He looked really disappointed.

"It's okay. I guess I should get going now."

"No! What about your mom?"

"I'll just go hang out with Buster."

"Who's' buster?" Freddie asked with a weird look on his face.

"He's my friend that lives in an alley near my house. He's our age and I talk to him almost everyday. I never told Carly because I knew she'd think it's gross. But he's actually really a nice person. I mean, he doesn't look too good, but he's good to talk to for advice and when you just wanna talk to someone that won't tell anybody anything."

"Oh okay. What does he look like?"

"He has long, brown, dirty hair. Green eyes, pale skin, ripped up clothes. Typical hobo." I shrugged.

"Seems nice, I guess."

"Yeah. So I guess I'll go now. Bye."

"Wait. Can I at least have a hug? Maybe it'll make you feel better."

"Sure." I smiled and walked over to him.

He pulled me close to his body and embraced me in a hug. His chest was really warm and I didn't want to let go. Finally, when we both pulled away about ten seconds later, I smiled and left his apartment.

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