Ahhh! I'm writing as Spencer, this is gonna FAIL EPICALLY. But still, on with the chizness.

Disclaimer: Yeah, of course I own iCarly. Oh, I just looked in the mirror… looks like I'm not Dan Schneider. Dang it.

Previously on Something Weird:

I'm so stupid, I thought as I sat in the rain on the park bench. I hadn't noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. What the… ? Sam Puckett never cries. I'm all jacked up. It was small and inconsequential (another big word. Virtual high five) what I had done to Freddie, but my useless brain kept telling me:

What if you did something worse?

Something you couldn't take back.

Something that could never be erased.

I sat there wallowing in my self pity at the thought of the monster I was becoming when I heard the soft footfalls growing louder every second. I looked up to see who was the owner. Big mistake.

"Sam?"

Chapter 4:

Unexpected Scenes and Cute Speeches

Spencer's POV

Holy cannoli, guess what I just bought? A BEAVECOON TRAP! I got it from Trapland. How epic is that? Very epic if you ask me. Which you did, didn't you? Wait, who am I talking to? I'm very confused. And now I have a headache. I was still trying to get rid of my confusion headache whilst walking home when I saw a familiar swish of honey blond hair out the corner of my eye.

It was Sam. Only, she was backed into the bricks of Bushwell, cuddling her legs and resting her head on her knees. Her breath was hitching every now and again, as if she was choking back tears. I've seen Sam choke many things, including poor Freddo, but never tears. The sight of her so vulnerable broke my heart. She is my second sister (yeah, I can be deep like). I was making my way over to her when she looked up at me.

"Sam?" I started. I'm still not sure how to play this. I mean, Sam has always been unpredictable, so she could very well tear me a new one (and I like my old one very much. It's not flat!). Or she could fall to pieces in front of me. I knew she would hate herself if she did that.

She sniffed once and attacked the few stray tears on her cheeks furiously with her sleeve.

"Hey, Spence. What goes on?" she asked half-heartedly, trying to pull her face into a small smile. She must have known she had failed because her face went blank. She stared straight ahead at nothing in particular and took a deep breath.

"No, I'm not okay. I want to tell you why, but I… I just can't. Please don't make me." I think I might cry. Sam's usually animated face looked so sad as she spoke these words.

I was speechless. She sat still for a few moments before she glanced up at me, with her eyes full of wonder as to why I had not answered her.

I knelt down beside her, still undecided as to what I was going to say and just started talking.

"Sam, I don't know what's wrong, but I want you to know that I'm always here for you. You're my little sister and I love you. I hate seeing you like this. If you don't want to tell me then I respect that. But remember that I will always have time for you." I finished with a nod.

I didn't get the chance to see if she was going to kill me or not, because a pair of long arms wrapped around my body and hugged me.

"Thank you Spencer. You are the best brother in the world." She whispered, her big blue eyes full of tears. "And thanks for the ham. You rock." She ended with a smirk.

Sam stood up, straightened her top and turned to face me.

"I got to go do something real quick. I'll see you later, kay?" And with that, she ran off, leaving me in the same position she had been a few moments ago.

Well, that was weird.

Freddie's POV

I am aching. Bad.

I looked everywhere for Sam. I couldn't find her. Eventually, I gave up and made my way back to my apartment. I had texted and called her like fifty times and I starting to really worry about her. Why wouldn't she return my calls? I didn't do anything to hurt her, did I? No, I don't think I did. She just looked so torn. It was a horrible sight, and I never wanted to see it again.

Sighing, I let myself in using my spare key, since I just ran out without mine when I went to look for Sam, and went straight to my room to think. I still had to find her. But I didn't know where else to look.

I stopped in my tracks when I looked up and saw a blond-headed figure sitting cross-legged on my bed staring straight at me.

I obviously didn't look everywhere.

Well, I hope I captured the essence of Spencer there. It feels like the chapters are getting shorter and shorter. I'm getting the dreaded writers block. So yeah, I hope you likey and please REVIEW on how I did with Spencer and stuffness.

THANKKSSBYEE!