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Chapter 4

Carly's POV

Later that day, after school finished, I walked to Bushwell by myself. I was hoping to catch Sam but she had managed to sneak out of school as soon as the bell rang.

I stepped out of the elevator and stood outside Freddie's apartment. I was going to try to convince Freddie to come back to school.

I knocked on his apartment door and waited for someone to open it. It took a while but eventually Mrs Benson opened it. She had a smile on a face which was quickly replaced with a frown when she saw me. I guess she still hates me for that taco truck incident.

"Uggh, what do you want?" she asked disgustedly. She held the door just wide enough to stick her head out the door.

I put my sweetest smile of my face, "Is Freddie here?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Yes, why?"

"I just wanted to talk to him,"

Mrs Benson sighed and opened the door a bit further, "You won't be able to. I've tried talking to my little Freddiebear but he never comes out of his room!"

I gave her an encouraging smile, "It's not your fault," I paused for a bit, "Can I at least try to talk to him?"

Mrs Benson swung the door fully open and I walked in. "Take your shoes off first,"

I rolled my eyes and Mrs Benson's freakish behaviour. I wandered up to Freddie's bedroom. "Freddie? It's Carly. Can I come in?" I asked sweetly from outside his bedroom door.

I waited for a response but nothing ever came. I tried turning the door but it was locked. "Freddie?" I called a little louder. "C'mon Freddie open the door!" I paused for a moment, "Please, for me?" This stunt always works. A few minutes went by and still nothing! Dang, that used to always work.

I felt something touch me feet. I bent down and saw a piece of paper with some writing on it that said Go Away.

"Geez, if you wanted me to go away, you could at least tell me to my face," I yelled through the door before stomping out, grabbing my shoes on the way.

I walked into my apartment to find Sam sprawled out on the couch with a fat cake half in her mouth watching Curly Cow. I slammed the door shut and turned the TV off, my hands crossed over my chest and I stood angrily in front of the TV.

"Hey!" She yelled angrily, standing up. "I was watching that!"

"I was just over at Freddie's place." I told her, she didn't say anything so I continued, "I tried talking to him but he must be too depressed to talk to me because he told me to go away by sliding a piece of paper under his door that said 'go away'!"

She looked at me amused. I sighed, shaking my head. She didn't understand that Freddie if stayed in his room forever, there won't be any more iCarly and everything will be different.

"You really hurt him! Again!" I yelled at her. She looked at the floor then back at me, guilt sinking through her.

"You know Freddie's sensitive when you talk about his dad in front of him," I yelled again when she wasn't saying anything, "But you still did it!"

"Well what do you want me to do?" she asked. I bet now she was defiantly feeling guilty. There wasn't anything I could do. I had tried going to his apartment after school but he would never open the door. I have called him and texted him but nothing.

"You have to go across the hall, to his apartment and apologise for yourself! There is no point texting him, saying you're sorry, you have to tell him face to face. I've tried all I can, but it's up to you," I started to walk away.

"You know I don't like apologising," she yelled over my shoulder.

I shook my head and turned around. "If you want to get Freddie back to the real world than that's the only thing you can do." I didn't want to argue with Sam anymore, so I stomped upstairs to my bedroom.

A/N- I thought this chapter was neh.

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