A/N: I have nothing to say…
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
I sat on my beanbag chair watching Carly get ready for the show. The show that would end my life. For three and a half months. Freddie was standing calmly by his cart. He seemed upset. But, not the same kind of upset as Carly. Carly had lost her best friend. Freddie knew it wasn't true.
"Why aren't you upset, Freddie?" Carly demanded.
"I…I am. I…I just don't think she's dead," Freddie answered hesitantly.
"Freddie! Face it! She's gone! For all we know, she could be lying gnarled and bloody on a stream bed somewhere. She wouldn't just run away and not tell us!" Carly took her place in front of the camera.
"I didn't say she ran away. I know she's not dead, though." Freddie picked up his camera and began the countdown.
"How could…"
"Five."
"…you think…"
"Four."
"…that she's still…"
"Three."
"…alive…"
"Two."
"…and well?"
"One." It was just a faint whisper coming from Freddie's mouth.
"Hi, iCarly viewers. Normally, we do a comedy show. But, today, isn't a day for comedy. Sam disappeared about a week ago and hasn't been seen since. No one is sure what has happened. She may be dead. We ask you all to be on the lookout for anything. Thank you."
Freddie shut the camera off and left the studio before Carly could say anything. "Carly, I know you can't hear me, but I'm not dead. I'm right here."
She couldn't here me, of course. She didn't move a muscle for several moments. All she did was stare into space. I guess she was just thinking. "I feel like she's here. Watching me. Even her chair is indented like she's been there…Wait…How…FREDDIE!!!" She ran from the room as if she'd seen a ghost. I guess to her, it was a ghost.
Maybe I shouldn't sit down next time.
A/N: Hopefully, the next chapter will be longer. I make no promises. But, there will (I think) be Seddie. R & R. Adios, SheriffBoB.