This chapter wasn't very eventful, but the next chapter will be! Thanks for the reviews! :D

Sam's POV

Freddie stood in front of me, anger and hurt in his eyes. He was staring at me so intently that I wanted to run, needed to get away.

"Why, Sam? Why would you leave?"

"I don't have a choice, Freddie. Please understand..." I put my hand on his arm, but he jerked away.

"I don't need you, Sam. I can't believe I ever dated such a slob. You're a failure, and you always will be. Your dad can't change that. I shouldn't have taken your advice about Carly. She'll always be better than you. She would have made a better girlfriend." His eyes were taunting, evil.

I wanted to cry for the rest of my life. The guy I loved was standing here, shoving my worst fears in my face.

"I wish Melanie was here. Why don't you pretend you're her, and I can have the kind of girl I've always wanted. Your sister's perfect. You're nothing." Freddie started to fade away, and I started to get sucked in a black hole the ground. I tried to reach for him, but he just stared at me.

He only said one phrase:

"I hate you." This time, he really meant it. I looked deep into his eyes, searching for the Freddie I knew, but apparently he wasn't there.

"I love you." I whispered, tears cascading down my cheeks as I let the blackness suck me in.

I woke up, sweating and shaking, to the sound of someone banging on the door. My dream wasn't long, but it didn't need to be to break my heart. The banging got louder, and I glanced at the clock. It was only 12:00, midnight, but even that was late to be knocking on the door of someone's suite. I grabbed the metal baseball bat I snuck in my suitcase, just in case. I learned that it's always better to be safe than sorry.

I crept into the hallway, ready to wake my dad and answer the door. It turns out that Dad heard it too, and was coming out of his room also. We smiled at each other when we realized that we both had bats.

"Instinct." We said simultaneously. The knocking got harder.

"I'll get it." I whispered, gripping my bat tighter. Dad nodded, but I could tell he'd rather do it himself. I cautiously approached the door, then flung it open.

"Hi!" The knocker chirped perkily. I stared at her in horror.

"Not you." I mumbled to myself. She smiled excitedly, so I shut the door in her face and bolted to my room.

"Sam!" She cried from the hallway.

"Who was that?" Dad asked, approaching.

"No one. Don't bother getting the door-" I tried to stop him, but he opened it anyway.

"Daddy?" The girl shrieked.

"Melanie!" Dad happily welcomed her into our suite. Of course.

Miss Perfect is back.

Carly's POV

Freddie and I stood at our lockers, him droning on about how he was going to edit iCarly, me not caring. I had a lot on my mind, with the Sam drama and all, so it wasn't easy to listen to nerd talk. I was about to lash out at Freddie, because he was driving me insane, but thankfully Sam jogged over to us.

"How are you?" I asked. Whenever I don't hear from Sam, something is usually wrong. She tells me everything.

She smiled nervously, told us a little bit about her Dad's suite, then broke the news she really cared about.

"Melanie's back." Sam groaned, but I smiled. I like Melanie, she's cool, but Sam despises her.

Freddie looked confused. "You can't seriously be pulling that prank on your Dad, Sam. If I didn't fall for it, then neither will he."

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't pranking you, Freddork. She really is my twin."

"But you said-"

"I lied! Speaking of the priss..." We turned to see Melanie, a vision in pink, skipping towards us. Freddie's eyes practically popped out of his head.

"Hey, Melanie!" I cried, hugging her.

"Hi Carly! Hey, Freddie!" She giggled. "Do you think I'm real now?" Freddie nodded slowly, taken a little bit aback. Sam looked like she wanted to strangle her.

"What are you doing back in Seattle?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Mom invited me back so I could meet Dad. I'm staying on the couch bed in Dad's apartment."

"Yeah," Sam grumbled. "She almost got whacked in the head with my bat 'cause she came at midnight."

Freddie and I laughed, so Sam and Melanie told their story. Sam made it seem like Melanie was a criminal trying to mug her, and Melanie made it seem like she was an innocent midnight door-knocker. I supposed it happened somewhere in between both of their stories, but it's still kind of funny.

We chatted a little more, then the bell rung so we went to homeroom. Sam and Melanie argued the whole day. I wonder what it's like at their house.

Sam's POV

Dad, Mom, Melanie and I all sat at the dinner table in my house, staring at each other awkwardly. Mom ordered Indian food, so we all just stabbed at our meals blandly. Dad was the first to break the silence.

"So, girls, how was school?"

"Wonderful."

"Terrible." Melanie and I glared at each other, just like old times. Dad sighed, apparently done asking questions.

Later that night, Melanie and I went to my room. She glanced nervously around, cleared some clothes of the bed, then sat down. Messes make her nervous.

"So, are you excited about moving to Florida?" she asked.

"Leaving my friends, ending iCarly, yeah, I'm pumped."

Melanie sighed. "This isn't bad for you, Sam. You'll be getting a proper education and time away from distractions."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I thought you liked iCarly."

"I do, but I care about your education more. You're so lucky you get to live with him."

I rolled my eyes at her. Of course she would think the best about the situation. She's so perky it's gag-able.

Dad took us back to his suite later that night. He went to bed early, leaving Melanie and I with the TV to ourselves. Sadly, since she was sleeping on the couch, she chose to watch Desperate Housewives. I went to my room, bored out of my mind. I bounced on my bed, deciding that the only thing left to do was think.

Melanie has always been better at everything. When we were younger, all the guys asked her out. I was glad when she got her stupid scholarship outta here. Sadly, the people that knew Melanie compared me to her. I was always vicious, but I got worse in high school so no one would dare compare me to her again.

I nestled under the covers, thinking about my dream. What if that's really how Freddie will react if I leave? I wouldn't be able to live knowing that he hates me. It would crush me too much. I can't help thinking about what it would be like if I really did go to Florida. I'd probably be a celebrity, since plenty of people watch iCarly, but no matter how many friends I make, they'll never compare to Carly and Gibby. And no matter how many cute guys I date, I won't find one who gets me like Freddie. No matter what happens, I'll be letting someone down. I'd let my friends and fans down if I leave, but I'd let my parents down if I stay. It shouldn't be that hard to decide, but for some reason it is.

I stared out the window, and I could see Bushwell. I turned off the light, then laid down in my bed, tears starting up. All I could do was think about food, and hope my dreams wouldn't torment me again.

I hope you liked it! In chapter 5, Sam's dad sees iCarly. How do you think he'll like it? Hmmm...

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