Chapter 12 (Freddie's POV)

Everyone starred at me with a blank look. Sam's mouth hung open. They were looking at me as though I had just killed someone right in front of them. "What?" I asked.

"You're not serious," Spencer said.

"No, I am totally serious," I told them.

"Dude, I'm not going to help you rob a bank," Sam said.

"Didn't you guys watch Public Enemies? John Dillinger robbed how many banks? He didn't get caught! Well, he didn't get caught robbing a bank anyway," I said.

"Freddie, the only reason I watched that movie was because Johnny Depp was in it. He's, like, one of sexiest men in the world," Carly sighed.

I looked at Sam. "What about you? I doubt you just watched it for Johnny Depp's pretty face."

"Well, that was part of it. But I like gun fights and stuff in movies so I thought it looked cool." Sam shrugged.

"Okay, the point is, John Dillinger did it, so can we," I said.

"Yeah, but John Dillinger was, like, the criminal master mind of his time," Carly noted.

"Maybe so, but Melvin Purvis isn't around to hunt me down is he?" I asked Carly.

"No, but Detective Grant is," Carly snapped.

"Don't worry about him," I told her. They all were still giving me blank looks. "Guys, look, if we do this, I can leave. I'll move to a different country. Live my life. Do what I want. If we don't, just know that I'll either be rotting in a jail cell or dead. So are you in or what?"

I put my hand in the middle of the table. Sam slowly put her hand on my mine, "I'm in."

"Heck, I'll do it. I've got nothing better to do." Gibby put his hand in.

"Alright." Spencer put his hand in.

"Carly Girl?" Sam asked.

Carly bit her lip. I knew she didn't want to do it. She wasn't that kind of girl. Carly just wanted to be normal, like everyone else. To my surprise, she put her hand in, "I'll do it."

Later, that night I was looking at a map of Seattle. I was looking at all the banks located in Seattle and everything that surrounded them. I honestly couldn't believe Carly had agreed. The only problem was, I need more people to help. Well, people that were willing to help.

"Knock, knock." Sam knock on the doorframe of my room at Carly's apartment.

"Hey, come in," I smiled.

She sat down on my bed. "What are you looking at?" Sam asked me.

"Some maps of Seattle," I said.

Sam came up beside me and starred at the map. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Yeah. Sam, I don't want to run my whole life," I told her.

"I know that. But you didn't even want to know how I felt about it," Sam said.

I sighed. "Okay, fine. How do you feel about it?"

"It scares the hell out of me. I don't want to be that girl that gets to see her criminal boyfriend die in front of her," Sam snapped.

"Sam, you're NOT going to be that girl," I told Sam.

"How do you know? How do you know you won't just end up like John Dillinger? Go out to the movies and get shot down when the movie is over?" Sam questioned.

As much as I loved Sam, she was really starting to annoy me with questions. I pinned her against the wall. "I'm only going to say this one more time: You. Are. Not. Going. To. Be. That. Girl," I said. "In the end, John Dillinger got careless. As many people as there were looking for him, he should have never gone out to a movie. But he did. And he got caught. He can't take it back. But, Sam, I swear to you, I'm not going to get careless."

Sam put her hand on my chest and looked at the floor. "Freddie, you can't promise me anything."

"Don't be like that." I lifted up her chin. "I'll keep my promise. And when I get the money to get out of here, I'm taking you with me."

"I can't just drop everything and leave with you, Freddie!" Sam told me. "I have a life. I don't know if I'm willing to leave it all behind for you."

"Look, Sam, all I know is that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't do that in America. What would be the point of me running away to a different country, if I didn't get to see you?" I asked.

Sam pursed her lips. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Sam wasn't usually a person that cried. I barely ever saw her cry. "Hey, hey. Don't get all teary eyed on me." I wiped away the tears.

She tried to smile, but couldn't. I picked her up bridal style and set her on the bed. I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. Sam sobbed into my chest. Shorty after, she was asleep. I rested my head on her's and fell asleep.

"That is so cute," someone said.

I opened my eyes and blinked. Carly was standing in the doorway with her cell phone. Before I could say anything, Carly snapped a picture. Sam woke up and looked over at Carly. "Carls! Not cool!" she scolded.

"But you guys are so cute!" Carly squeaked.

"Give me the phone!" Sam leaped off the bed at Carly.

Carly screamed ran out of the room. Sam chased after her. I yawned and flexed my shoulder. Yeah, I didn't have the energy to run after them. I rolled on my back and reached for the remote on my nightstand. After I grabbed it, I flipped the TV on.

News stations were still going on about me. How "horrible it was to kill Nevel" or "what drove him to kill". It was all crap. They didn't know the first thing about me. I was tempted to call the news station, but then they could track the call and Carly would be arrested.

I looked over at the clock. It was nine. It seemed like it was later. I swung my feet off the bed and turned the TV off. I could hear Sam and Carly shouting from downstairs. Sighing, I started walking down the hallway. Gibby walked passed me.

"Whoa, Gib, what are you still doing here?" I stopped him.

"I slept over. I didn't really feel like walking home." Gibby shrugged.

"Cool," I said and walked down the stairs.

Sam and Carly were still fighting over the phone. I didn't see the phone in Carly or Sam's hands. Instead it was on the floor. Sam was reaching for it and Carly had a hold of Sam's feet. "Let me go, Carly!" Sam cried.

"Never!" Carly shot back.

I sighed and knelt down and picked the phone up. Sam got out of Carly grip on her feet and stood up. "Good job, Freddie," she smiled and held out her hand.

"Please, don't!" Carly came up beside Sam.

I handed Carly her phone and sat down at the table. "Freddie! Why did you do that?" Sam demanded.

"It's not my phone." I shrugged.

"Ha!" Carly grinned and pointed at Sam.

"You're such a nub," Sam growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, I am."

"Hey, Freddie, are we going to rob a bank with just us?" Spencer asked.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I meant, is it just going to be Carly, Sam, Gibby, you, and me robbing the banks or do you think we need more people?" Spencer said.

"I think we could use a few more people. It would be a good idea to not rob every bank with the same people all the time. Carly, I've got an idea." I looked at Carly.

"Okay, what?" Carly asked.

"Do you still have our look-alikes's phone numbers?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Think about it. The cops could mistake my look-alike for me," I told her.

"So you just want to use them? To save yourself?" Carly sounded shocked.

I just looked at her. "Can you just call them and ask if they can come over?"

"And what would you like me to tell them when they ask 'why'?" Carly asked.

"Lie. Say you're trying to get iCarly back up and you want them to be there," I suggested.

I actually got Carly to lie. Well, with Sam's help. Carly called them and they said they'd come over. Spencer removed all the phones from the living room. Honestly, I was wishing this meeting wouldn't go bad. If it did, I might have to shoot them.

Author's note: You guys are probably wondering why Freddie is...different, right? Well, guys, he's a wanted fugitive. Sorry, if you like old Freddie, but old Freddie is gone. And this story will start to get a more..."clear" plot in the next few chapters.