A/N: So this is my third chapter. I don't have many reviews to go on but I am guessing most of you readers are just trying to see where this goes before you say anything. This looked like it was gonna be a really long chapter but it is my birthday and I decided I wasn't going to spend two more hours on it. And I will have at least 1/3 of the next chapter ready.

Enjoy,

-S.K.

CH. 3 Old Friend

Old friend, why you so shy

Ain't like you to hold back, or hide from the light…

Geeves, AKA Conrad took Sam to Club Onyx, A large enough venue that she could disappear in the crowd. After they went to Phil's BBQ and Sam ate about a bucket of pork and beef ribs, Conrad told her that if she stopped calling him Geeves, he would take her to every live club in the city.

Onyx was the first stop. He had called ahead and parked at an alley behind the club to avoid the partygoers waiting at the front door. Sam stepped out of the limo and thanked the limo driver. "Wanna come in with me?"

"I don't think so." Conrad answered, "I'm on the clock."

Sam looked at her watch, " No you're not, and your replacement should be here in a bit."

"I have to take the limo to the shop, then I have to go home to my girlfriend." She hadn't thought that he might have a life outside of driving.

"Go home and bring her, we'll paint the town red celebrity style you obviously have connections."

"Miss Puckett, you'll find a friend in Onyx… I heard Gibbie was in there." Conrad said. "Aren't you two going out anyway?"

"Conrad, don't believe everything you read." She slaps his abdomen lightly; her eyebrows shoot up when she feels the hardness there. "Are you really attached to your girlfriend?"

Conrad laughed, and waved as Sam walked into the club. The club manager met her at the door. "Now miss Puckett, I will take you straight to the VIP Area. Please, please, please behave."

Sam looks at him a bit amused. "I'm sober what am I going to do?"

"According to your friend, Gibbie, you are worse when you are sober." Sam laughs hardily.

"Well this better be a real good time then sport." She follows him to the VIP Area. The music was thumping. Sam's head started bopping. Gibbie and his woman of the month sat together in the corner murmuring at each other. As she approached them they started to play one of Carly's songs. "WOOOOOO" Sam screamed "Hey Gib… Missy" she gave them both fives and stat next to Gibbie's free side.

Her shout alerted some of the other people in the club some photos started to snap. She waved and posed with some people. It just reminded her that she didn't used to be as receptive. She was used to a certain level of celebrity, but what was happening now, she didn't handle very well at first…

- "That's all for our show today," Carly said coming closer to Freddie's camera

"Tune in next week, when we get to hear a new song from your very own Carly Shay!" Sam says pressing the applause button.

"And we'll have a whole new trailer of bad teen movies Starring Sam and Gibbie." Carly added

"They're out of control!" Freddy interjects.

"Shut it Benson! Until next time… see ya!" Sam interrupts.

"And we're clear." Freddy said taking down the feed. Freddy fiddled with his computer a little more while Sam and Carly put some things away. "Oh my god Sam!"

Sam and Carly walk towards him "What's up Freddie?" Carly said looking over his shoulder.

"There is a message for Sam on our Board. The president of Paragon studios wants to talk to you. He says he's going to send a video link through our channel." Freddie said excitedly.

"Move out of the way." Sam said pushing Freddy pretty hard. They had finally begun a more easy relationship. They were to the point where they could be alone in a room together for a finite amount of time without jumping down each other's throats or on each other's bones. But finite is finite, such as Carly was gone to the bathroom and they could wait till she got back.

The computer chirped, and soon the image of an older man in his 40's appeared in the screen. "Samantha Puckett."

"Whatever it is I didn't do it." She took on the defensive at the serious tone of his voice.

"Oh but you did… We love you and Carly's work on your little web show, and one of our head writers is developing a Comedy for our Network. He wrote the lead with you in mind."

"No Chizz!" Sam said excited.

"We would like to meet with you to see if you are a good fit."

"She'll be there!" Both Carly and Freddie shouted in unison.

"Great, how does tomorrow at Noon sound, we'll have a lunch meeting with a guardian or representative present."

"Are you buyin'?" Sam said getting a little nervous because she didn't want to bring Pam to the meeting.

"Of course."

"Al right, noon it is." Sam said then disconnected from the link. "I'm not going." She said immediately after the link was severed.

"What? Why not?" asked Carly

"I am not Bringing Pam Puckett to lunch with a Studio Executive. My mom will ruin everything for me." Sam said

"Sam…" Carly said as Sam headed for the door.

"Just forget it Carly okay." She walked out of the studio leaving Freddie and Carly alone confused. Well Carly was confused, Freddy had an inkling of what might be going on. He followed her out and found her in the hall way by Carly's bedroom.

"You know you could get Spencer to go with you." He said. She turned around her face a little guarded.

"Probably."

"And you'll be eighteen by the time you even have to go anywhere you could probably put off signing till then." Freddie said softly moving closer to her.

"Maybe…" Sam leaned back against the wall.

"Carly and I will be fine. This was the last year we were doing iCarly anyway."

"I thought you guys would be the ones leaving me behind. I had a timeline, I…" Freddie shut her up with a kiss, deep and intense.

"Be Great Sam." He whispered in her ear after he broke the kiss. "You already are. They obviously recognized it. Don't be afraid to succeed."

Sam's spine gelled. She could hardly breathe. Damn Freddie! She thought and launched herself at him and they very vigorously made out there in Carly's room. They could have gone too far, except a scream came from the door. "What the Chizz!"

Sam and Freddie jumped ten feet apart. "Sorry," Freddie said.

Sam raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Are you really?"

Freddie laughed, "No not really."

Annoyed Carly pressed on. "Sam you're going tomorrow."

"Yep." She replied, "Freddie helped me see reason."

"Good," The brunette said, "now please leave my room, you two are not allowed in here without me ever again."

The next day Sam and Spencer met with Steven Griffin, and discussed her future. At the end of the summer before their senior year, Sam was headed to LA and the rest was history.

Sam finally sat down just a little worn from dealing with fans. "Alright gimme that bottle of Dom, I'm thirsty."

Gibbie handed her the bottle of Dom Perignon, and she downs a bit straight from the "Hey, hey," Carly said walking into the club. Now this was a party.