A/N: S'been a long time, huh? Yeah. Got a massive writer's block on this fic and... I hope this one won't disappoint you :D

So, who else is excited for iMeet The First Lady? I am! I miss watching iCarly SOOOO MUCH, and I hope the new episode comes REALLY soon XD

Disclaimer: iDo own iCarly... not...

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"Sam. Sam... SAM! SAM WAKE UP THE COPS ARE LOOKING FOR YOU!"

As soon as I hear Carly's yell, I open my eyes, wide awake, and sit up immediately. "What? WHAT? NO I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG THIS WEEK! DON'T ARREST ME, I'M TOO TIRED TO GO TO PRISON!" I shout out loud that Carly needs to cover her ears with her palms.

"Chill, Sam, it's just me."

"Oh."

"Why are you sleeping on my bed? In my old apartment."

I raise my eyebrows as I get up and look around the room. Oh right. I'm in a pinky, large, comfy room with a giant lamp made of gummybears on the middle of the ceiling.

"Oh. I was just coming here to see Spencer—who was making out with that blondie chick, Sherra—"

"Shania? That blonde little beast? Uh, I've told him to break up with that skunk! She's only dating Spencer because he's a famous artist, you know." She rolls her eyes.

"Yep. That one. And then we talked a bit and he gave me some ham—"

"You stole my ham again?"

I sigh, "One, it was Spencer's. Two, he gave that to me. Anyways, after eating that ham I went upstairs to check your old room and I ended up falling asleep here." I shrug.

"Oh." She sits on the bed. "So, how are you?"

"Fine. Why?"

"I don't know. You ran away from the reunion. I'm just wondering what happened."

I groan, "Ask the nub."

She shrugs. "I did."

"What did he say?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"Well... he said that you accidentally jumped onto him and then you yelled at him." She rolls her eyes. "Why? I mean, you've been talking about him almost EVERY DAY in the past five years and you always said that you missed him and blah blah blah and when you had the chance to see him, all you can do was just running away like that?"

I groan even louder. "I know. Aren't I pathetic?"

She just taps my shoulder and smiles, "No. You're not pathetic. You're just confused. Now, tell me what really happened because he didn't give me the deets."

I close my eyes and lay on the bed. I started rambling the same thing I told Spencer earlier, furiously. "... I mean, really? What is wrong with me? What is SO WRONG with him?" I quickly wipe the tears off of my cheeks before Carly notices. "Why does he hate me so much?" I whisper.

"He doesn't hate you," Carly says.

"He does, Carly. He does. If he doesn't, then why is he doing this to me?" I whine and shake her shoulders violently.

"I don't know, i'm not Freddie!"

I start sobbing and hung my head down. Carly puts her arms on me and pulling me closer to her. "I just hate how things had changed between us, Carly. I don't wanna be like this anymore. I can't keep crying over him while he doesn't even give a tiny little chiz about me! I-I just want him back! The old him! Maybe not as a boyfriend, but at least as my—our—best friend. Or my frenemy!"

"Ssh, it's okay Sam, it's okay."

"It's not okay, Carly! It's not! He hates me and there's nothing I can do! And it's not like 'love/hate' game we played back then in high school! He really hates me, it's not a game anymore!"

I bury my face in Carly's shoulder. Her shirt is already wet, good thing I've cleaned the make up off of my face. If I didn't, her shirt would've got my mascara stain all over it.

"I don't know what to do anymore. He makes it seem like the entire thing was my fault! I can't even understand why he hates me this much!"

"I know, Sam, I know," she whispers. I keep crying and crying until I run out of tears.

"How's his life?" I sniff.

"He's been good," Carly says. "He got a scholarship to Michigan Tech University and studied mechanical technology thing. You knew that, right?"

I just nod and continue sniffing.

"After finishing college, he moved to Indonesia. And now he's a teacher in a big international technical school in Jakarta. He can speak Indonesian, you know." She chuckles.

I smile. I'm glad that his life sounds good. At least he doesn't spend his nights and days stealing Carly's food. But then, something come into my mind. "Does he... have a girlfriend?"

Carly smiles, "As far as I know, no. He's single and available," she winks at me.

I roll my eyes. Well, but it's good to know that he doesn't have a girlfriend. "What else did he tell you?"

"He said that he doesn't hate you," Carly says softly.

"But why did he do this to me?"

"I don't know. Maybe he has his reasons. But seriously, Sam. He doesn't hate you. And from what I saw in his eyes, I think... I think he still loves you."

I scoff, "Why would he love me? I broke his heart. Badly. Now I'm begging on my knees for him, begging for his forgiveness, and look at what he did to me. He hates me, Carly. I know that. You don't have to lie."

"No, Sam—"

"Maybe I still love him, but I don't want anything from him except one thing: I just want him to forgive me, and then we can come back to being frenemies. And the three of us can hang out together just like in high school—the inseparable iCarly trio, Carly, Sam and Freddie. But we can't because he hates me! I don't want him to hate me like this. I just want things to go back the way they were supposed to be!"

"But you know that you can't undo everything that has happened. Things changed, Sam. And you can't go back to the past. But you still can do something to get him back, not crying over and over like this. Come on, talk to him or do something else. Maybe he'll understand, maybe he'll tell you why he acted like that. And i swear, Sam, he does NOT hate you. Believe me."

"How can I talk to him if he doesn't even wanna look at my face?" I mumble, and it seems like Carly doesn't hear me because she doesn't say anything. I pull away from her hug and jump back on her bed. I close my eyes, and a scene pops up in my head.

"Hey," he said.

"What?" I said while eating my popcorns, not bothering to turn my head and face him. My eyes were locked on the TV. Man, this is the best show ever.

"This show is boring," he said.

"What? But The Walking Dead is like the best show ever!" I finally turned around. I could barely saw his face in the dark, but I realized that this face was way whiter than usual. I smirked, "Oh, I see."

"See what?" He said.

"You're scared."

He scoffed. "Wha—no. I'm not—pssh—scared," he said.

I laughed. Usually I'd insult him for being such a nub, but today I'ma forgive him. "Well, let's just play some games instead."

He sighed in relief and turned off the TV. "Okay. What game?"

"Hmm," I thought for a second and then smirked. "Let's play a game called 'the lying'."

"Okay..."

"You have to say some facts about yourself, but you have to say the opposite instead. So, basically, you're lying."

He frowned, "Well, 'kay. You first."

"I hate bacon."

Grinning, he responded. "I hate Galaxy Wars."

"I LOVE stripes on most guys."

"I always eat WITHOUT spoons or forks."

"I never insulted anyone in my entire life."

"I never get physically and/or verbally abused," he said. I laughed.

"I think your mom is normal."

"I think your mom is normal, too."

"Your mom isn't a crazy psychopath," I giggled.

"So isn't your mom," he winked.

I put my serious face and said, "I hate you."

His eyes widened in shock, "You do?"

"Yes. I hate you so much, words can't even describe how much I hate you. I never, ever loved you and I NEVER wanted to be your girlfriend. And, oh, kissing you is so disgusting. I almost puked when I first kissed you."

Freddie was quiet. And then he spoke, "I... never thought you felt that way." And then he stood up.

"Wha—wait, Freddie!"

He stopped.

I laughed, "I'm still playing the game, you idiot."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Everything I said was the opposite of what I really felt, it was all total lie. I'm still playing the game! It's just a game, Freddumb!" I held his hands and kissed them.

He frowned, looking embarrassed. "Oh." And then he smiled. "So... you really think that kissing me is disgusting?"

I nodded, "Mmhm."

"So, you're gonna puke when I do this..." He leaned down and kissed my lips gently. His lips brushed against mine with a lot of live and I could feel that he was smiling in that kiss. We broke apart and then he looked at my eyes.

"I hate you too. So much."

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A/N: So now, can you all guess why they broke up in the first place? Hahaha XD

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