A/N: Hello my lovely readers! It's been awhile for this story, hasn't it? So, here's an update! I felt as if it was needed.

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Sam was still crying downstairs when Carly came down. Freddie soon followed her, having finished hooking up whatever it was he was doing upstairs to the iCarly site.

"Sam? Are you okay?" Freddie asked, making his way over to the blonde.

"...I'm fine, Freddie."

Freddie recoiled as if slapped. She never called him Freddie. It was always Freddumb or Freddork or Count Freddienstein or one of her other myriad of nicknames for him. But she never called him Freddie. This showed him that she was thinking abut something. Something that was having a deep effect on her.

"I can see you're not, Puckett. So why don't you tell me?" he coerced.

"Leave me alone, Freddie. I don't feel like talking."

Okay, that was the second time that she called him Freddie. Something was definitely up.

"Sam, despite what you may think, I do care about you."

'Just not the way I care about YOU.' Sam thought miserably.

"So, please, just tell me." he prodded.

Sam was about to start crying again, which was really not like her. Carly noticed this and immediately went over to usher Freddie out the door.

"Freddie I think it's time to go home."

"No! Sam's my friend, too! I should be able to know what's up with her. I want to help her!" he insisted.

Carly, knowing that Sam wasn't going to last much longer, hurried him out the door.

"Do you really want to help her Freddie?" Carly asked.

"Yes. She's my friend." No one noticed, but when he spoke of Sam, his eyes grew softer.

"Then just leave her alone. Trust me. Right now, that's the only thing you CAN do."

And she shut the door before Freddie could say anything else.

Almost immediately after the door shut, Sam broke down. Carly quickly rushed to her side, only to find her curled up in the fetal position on Carly's couch. Carly knew that Sam was tough, but this was going to be hard to get over. Having a crush on a boy you know will never like you back? That must be tough.

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

Sam was thinking approximately the same thing. She now knew how Freddie had felt every time Carly had rejected him. Unwanted, unloved. Of course, he didn't really love Carly. He probably just had thought he did. Still, Sam wasn't taking his being gay very well, and Carly knew this, too. She offered the blonde girl every type of food in her house, but the answer was all the same.

"I'm not hungry."

And then her stomach would growl.

But she still wouldn't eat anything.

Meanwhile, across the hall, the "gay" boy in question was thinking his own thoughts. Thoughts about a certain blonde-headed demon. And thoughts about them together.

They didn't know, but they fell asleep on each other's mind.

A/N: It's been a while since I updated this one. I know. Sorry. But I hope this is okay. I will update again soon, if I get plenty of reviews! SO REVIEW!