Third person POV-Freddie's not here.

"Well… Freddie can visit once every two weeks. It could be much worse. Imagine seeing him once twice a year, or only on Thanksgivings. Spencer would probably light the turkey on fire. Freddie's whole trip would be spent in the fire department, hearing whether our apartment's ruined or not," Carly mused. She was eating a leftovers dinner with Sam, who'd invited herself over for a few days. The apartment had returned to its usual messy state, with Sam's snack wrappers piled all over. Spencer's sculptures had returned from the art show. A smell of somewhat stale Chinese food filled the air.

"S-so what… this is worse than when I had to work!" Sam looked close to tears. "Gibby's horrible as a replacement nub! He almost doesn't yell back even when I give him wedgies and whenever I'm about to pull off a really good prank, he t-takes his shirt off! He's useless! I miss Freddie!" She kicked Spencer's robot, glaring at its red eyes.

Carly turned her face away to conceal a grin. "He's coming over soon, I promise."

Sam glared at her friend. "It's not soon enough. And anyways, you don't like computers or all that weird nerdy stuff. Who's gonna make the iCarly screen go 18% faster? Who's gonna let me take out all my anger without calling the cops? And he's not as naïve as you! Freddie was the one who at least considered that Missy was evil. Remember, your so-called best friend who sent me to a piñata factory? You thought she just loved colorful Mexican stuff."

"Sam? You should know something about Missy and Freddie. It was a while ago, but-"

"Don't tell me. They dated secretly for a few days until Missy got the Student at Sea cruise?" Sam snorted, then realized what she'd said and frowned. "Did they?" This time her tone was far less amused.

"Wha-no! He realized that you were right and gave her the award so she'd stop ruining our friendship. Don't mention it to him, he asked me not to tell."

Sam's eyes widened. She pushed her chair back and ran upstairs, grabbing a strip of bacon on the way. Carly shrugged and padded up after her, the bunny slippers muffling the sound of the steps.

"Sam! What are you doing to my sculpture?" Spencer's voice echoed through the loft. He was upstairs working on a colorful mannequin he'd found in the dump. Carly ran the rest of the way, and came just in time to see Sam pick up a large bucket of dark red paint. "Sam, don't throw the bucket. She's supposed to be a colorful splatterpaint of a woman, not a bloodlike-oh, come on!"

Sam surveyed the now-darker work she'd created and smiled mirthlessly. "Perfect. Just one thing." She dipped her finger in black paint and put it in for the eyes. They looked like black spirals.

"Sam, relax." Carly's voice was soothing as she walked over to the red-and-black mannequin. "That whole thing with Missy and Freddie was so long ago. And come on, you already knew that you were somewhat friends. So don't take your anger out on Spencer's stuff. Wait- stop eating the bacon! Your fingers are covered in paint!"

"Fine, fine." Sam sighed and began to head back down. "Carls, let's just watch Girly Cow. I'm too tired for these annoying girl talks."

Spencer looked at Sam. "Well, her painting was not happy. What happened to her?"

Carly checked Sam couldn't hear, and whispered back. "She's been kind of obnoxious over the past few days. I think she's really upset about Freddie."

"Wait, doesn't she hate him?"

"Use your brain! They fight each other for entertainment!" Carly snapped and instantly regretted it. Spencer pouted and mumbled dejectedly, "I'm going to go work on my sad red lady friend."

Carly sighed. "Spencer, your lady from the dump looked very unique before Sam…recolored it. And you have a very large brain."

He brightened instantly. "Very large." He ambled over to the statue, whistling. Carly headed downstairs to see Sam lying on the couch, fast asleep. Carly tiptoed to the closet and grabbed a blanket, then tossed it over Sam. It covered most of her except for her hand. Carly padded over, suddenly noticing Sam's tight grip on something. Her hands were clenched around a pencil and a strip of paper was peeking out from under her pillow. Carly tugged it out gently, and looked at a well-rendered drawing of Freddie. The way Sam shaded the picture made him look like he was glowing. His brown eyes were emphasized, and he had a huge grin on his face. Right behind him was a girl with Xs for eyes and a thin line for a mouth.

Carly's eyebrows arched as she looked at the sketch, then back at Sam. Sam's face was open and serene, so different from the infuriated one from before. Carly looked at her and wondered for a few minutes, then laid the drawing down slowly on the carpet and left the room.

Sam's Dream:

Ham…Freddie…Freddie and ham…wedding…frothy?...fields of bacon strips…black-and-white Freddie under my pillow…freddie's a piece of bacon… black-and-white Freddie's on the floor…WHAT'S FREDDIE DOING ON THE FLOOR…guess I pushed him…I push Freddie a lot...

A/N:

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