A/N: Wow… this Chapter kind of took me by surprise. I had planned this story out according to the first three paragraphs in this chapter. I didn't know what was going to happen after, and I certainly wasn't planning on what I wrote. I hope you enjoy it, coz… danm.

Review please! I don't care if you hated what I wrote, tell me what you really think.

S.K.

Someone Like You

Never mind I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you

Don't forget me I begged, I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love and sometimes it hurts instead

Sam lay on her bed, her face covered by a mess of blond hair and surrounded by a bucket of Fried Chicken and various types of junk food. Adele's "Someone Like you" was on repeat coming from her Pear pod alarm.

She fell asleep like this. Chicken drumstick clutched in her hand, listening to Adele and crying, witch is something she just does not do. But at a particular crescendo of the song woke her. She stirred. She looked at her hand and sat up to take a bite of the cold chicken part. She grimaced and dropped the cold greasy chicken back in the bucket.

She stopped to listen to the words Adele sang, and she dropped her face in her hands. A sob escaped her; She missed that stupid nub more than anyone could understand. Sam walked to the bathroom and got herself a glass of water. She downed it then took a deep sigh. As she leaned forward to wash her face, there was a knock on her door.

She looked at it as she weighed whether or not to open the door. She didn't really want to talk to anyone. She looked at the time on the clock by the bed. It couldn't be Carly; it was still hours till they had rehearsal for iCarly. Truthfully, she didn't think Carly would be up this early either. She was totally wasted.

She looked back at the mirror in front of her, as there was yet another knock on the door. "Hold on." She mumbled. She looked around at the debris on her California King bed and sighed. She picked up as much as she could and headed out to open the door. "Hold on to your Panties."

Sam opened the door and in the frame, stood a handsome dark haired man. He wore a Goatee, and square black framed glasses. Sam smiled and held him close to her. "What are you doing here?"

He kissed her, "I missed you," he kissed her neck and started moving her towards the bed kicking the door closed behind her. "I wanted to apologize for getting my trousers in a twist because you were… well you."

"Oliver," Sam sighed turning her head to kiss him. He knew how weak that British accent of his made her. "You are such a nerd."

"Let's do it." He said looking at her, "I'll move into your place, I am sorry for letting my pride get in the way."

Sam smiled and Jumped up wrapping her legs around Oliver. She peppers his face with kisses, as he made it all the way to the bed. They fell into bed in a tangle of limbs. They did what they do and Sam closed her eyes and imagined a certain person that hadn't left her mind since she had seen him. She bit her lip to keep from screaming his name. She had Oliver, and Freddie had Charlie. That was just the way it was. She moaned as Oliver's speed increased. She could pretend to be okay with Charlie, she could pretend that Freddie meant nothing to her anymore. She could imagine that she had the life she wanted. She could do it.

Her Pear phone began to buzz, she looked at the stand where Someone like you was still looping. The name Carly showed up on the screen. She chose to ignore it. It was rehearsal time. She didn't think she could handle seeing Freddie right now.

She went back lavishing her full attention to her Englishman and the fantasy in her head. Oliver stopped, and moved her so that she was on all fours. Her rear-end high so that he could change pace. He began slowly at first, eliciting a groan from Sam. "Oh f… f… f," she said then bit her lip, to keep herself from finishing that thought.

Her climax was near. She closed her eyes and remembered what it felt like with him. She wanted to cry out to him. She was so close. Her phone began to buzz yet again. She looked up and saw his name appear. "Oh Freddie." She said.

Oliver stopped. Sam whimpered. "Freddie?"

Sam pointed at her phone and whined; "don't stop."

Oliver began to move once more, but he reached for the phone and answered it. Sam was too consumed by pleasure and embarrassment that she didn't notice what he had done. Oliver let Freddie listen to Sam's sensuous pleas and moans. Then she came hard, she became deathly quiet and stiff. "How was that there Sammy." Oliver whispered in her ear.

Sam let out an incoherent groan. Oliver kind of laughed and lay next to her placing a kiss on her head. "Why is that bloke calling you anyhow?"

"I am supposed to be rehearsing." She said breathlessly.

"Sorry," Oliver said, reaching over and hanging up the pear phone.

Sam laughed, "I'm not."

Oliver laughed then wrapped his arms around Sam possessively. It kind of startled her, but if anyone could be possessively of her, it would have to be the one person she let work her over the way Freddie had. She had to work on allowing him to take ownership of her heart the way Freddie had.

"You'll be going now then?" he asked

Sam looked up at him. She kissed his lips softly. Then she gave him a more deep and wanton kiss. "Its just rehearsal." They began again, and just as they were about to get to it, there came a knock on the door. They looked at each other for a moment. "Ignore it" Sam said wrapping her legs around him. Then the knock became incessant, obnoxious and angry.

Oliver got out of bed, and took the bathrobe from the bathroom hook. Sam wrapped herself with a sheet and headed for the door standing behind Oliver. "Who are you?" he said.

"Who am I? Who the hell are you?" Freddie's voice came from the other side of the door.

Sam stepped around Oliver. "What the Hell Freddie what do you want?"

"You are supposed to be in rehearsal." He screams at her.

"I had more important things to do Freddie."

"A screaming orgasm is more important to you than iCarly?"

"Well unlike iCarly, the orgasm yields a reward." Sam shouted back and looked at him as if to say he had his chance. "It's just a rehearsal, I would have shown up tomorrow."

"And as always not know what to do and we'd have to delay shooting."

"Don't get me wrong, but iCarly does not require a whole lot of brain power. You have the planning down, tell me where to stand, and I'll stand there. There Rehearsal done."

Oliver stood there watching the whole thing. Didn't say a word. His eyes narrowed a bit as he saw Freddie taking in the vision of his nearly naked flushed girlfriend and snapped. "The lady said she is not going. Now I shall ask you to leave."

Sam's eyes flashed in anger. She didn't need Oliver to be her knight in shining armor. She stepped in front of him and pushed him back to the bed. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me Oliver."

"Yeah Oliver…" Freddie mimicked

"Listen Freddifer, you go and tell Carly I will see her later. Rehearse without me."

Freddie sighed. "I promised I wouldn't leave here without you."

Sam faltered. He had promised Carly. For Carly, she would do anything. She was here to be with Carly, and she was locked in her room feeling sorry for herself and having revenge sex with a man she had given up on just weeks before because she couldn't have the one that she really wanted.

She looked at Oliver, who was looking put off. Then she looked back at Freddie's roaming eyes. "Can I bring my nerd?" She asked softly.

Freddie smiled and shrugged. "It's only rehearsal."

A/N: She has a nerd...damn... what am I gonna do now?