A/N: Wow. You guys must hate me. Freshman year of college is so tough to get multitasking! These past few weeks have flown, I just finished my last midterm today, so I'm going to FINALLY give you what you guys deserve. Throw tomatoes, it was too long of a wait, along side of the fact that I had to force myself to write something lengthly. Goodluck.

P.S.; I don't own iCarly, or Holiday Inns.

Chapter Four: Half of My Heart

"Samantha? Sammy?" Shock and confusion rang out through his voice. I ignored it.

"Yeah, her."

Silence on the other line.

"I thought you would never call."

I grimaced, clenching my fist.

"Yeah, I never had a reason to. But I have no other choice."

"Yikes. Melanie was right about you, you really have changed."

I crossed my arms in defeat. Realizing he couldn't see my frustration, I just continued.

"Listen, your ex-wife decided that it would be better off for me to not live in her home. So I need your consent to get a hotel room."

Silence again.

"Pam kicked you out?" I could hear the surprise and the guilt in his voice, but I closed my eyes, pretending that the truth didn't hurt.

"Yes. So if you were kind enough, can you please just call the hotel and book the room? I have money from my savings for it."

"Of course. But you're not paying. Would you like a plane ticket? Come here, stay with us. Your mother… you're only a minor, Samantha."

"NO! You, you haven't even spoken to me since I was little! You left me with her! You took Melanie away with you! You don't even belong in my life! You have no right! I just need the hotel room! I'm fine on my own. After things get worked out, I won't need your 'help' any longer!"

We both remained quiet for a decent amount of time; this man would not win.

"What's the name of the hotel?"

I mumbled something about a holiday inn down the street with fairly low rates. He said he'd call back with information.

I sit back in the chair and digress from the situation.

Carly and Freddie lead to this. I can't help but blame them for me ending up homeless and alone.

It's YOUR entire fault.

My subconscious makes my head and heart hurt.

I didn't have to react the way I did, running away, getting the cops called on me.

While getting bored just standing, waiting, I soon ended up stumbling back into the park.

I can't get away, I guess.

Fumbling through my backpack, I pull out the informal connection to the world.

I flipped up my laptop, not expecting to get wi-fi, but surprisingly, I ended up ripping off someone's airspace.

, my curiosity was too tempting to stray me anywhere but there. I checked out the forums first, and there it was.

Posting from Freddie.

As of late, Sam has resigned from our show. While we are not certain that it is permanent or not, we will still continue on for our important viewers, as they are worth more than the common cast drop. Your videos and input are what makes the show. Without our viewers, we'd be nothing.

-Freddie.

And there it was.

Out in plain sight.

I was written off, it was like survivor all over again.

A part of me wanted to say, it just wouldn't work. Scrolling down, there were many, many pages of upset viewers. I knew that my leaving would have a bit of effect on the show, but I didn't realize the whole truth behind the comments until I stumbled amidst the middle of the third page and found this.

Omg! This is bcuz of wht happened after the last show!

What? How do they know what happened?

Scrolling down with my face glued to the screen, I gasp in horror.

_ What do you mean?

I know most of the iCarly viewers logged out after they said their goodbyes and all, but who caught what happened AFTER they 'ended' their show?

OMG I KNOW!

AH, poor Sam.

Wtf is wrong with thm?

Damn, if I was Sam I wouldn't've stood for that either!

Creddie sucks! Seddie FTW!

Boycott iCarly!

I'm going to watch and see how bad their next ep goes without her and then give up on the show!

Freddie. Freddie Mothertrucking Benson. He had to have left the freaking camera on and it just had to stream online what happened!

I had to have been steaming right now. I clicked on the splashface video link of the end of our broadcast, and there it was. Screaming in Italian and Spanish, stomping out, pissed.

Fredbag, of course, is pale and shocked, looking at Carly who won't even look at him.

He goes up to her, hugs her, and kisses her forehead, telling her, "We'll work this out."

She crumples to the floor, and he sits next to her.

"You know Sam, she's just probably in shock." Freddie aims to reassure her.

"It's not that, Freddie. I've been avoiding telling her for a reason. I always believe she'd get… jealous."

Are you serious?

"Jealous? I know it'd be hard for her to adjust to not being the centre of the universe. She wouldn't be a third wheel, she'd just be Sam."

Wrong.

"Freddie. No. Not of 'Us'. Of 'me'."

Her.

"What?" A beat or two passes. "oh."

They sit there for a while, and then a message pops up on the screen "airtime exceeded."

Well, shit.

That's just awesome.

I slam my laptop shut; shove it violently into my stuffed backpack. I'm shaking, violently.

I feel like I can't breathe, my eyes are wide.

I stare, trying to gasp out a breath, it sounds ragged, and all of a sudden, these sloppy, wet tears are pouring down my cheeks.

Gross.

Sam Puckett does not do emotions.

But look at what I've gotten myself into?

I sound like a sob story, something that you would find written in a bad novel. It was as if I looked for bad luck. Maybe it's karma.

Carly.

I can't believe what she said.

That's why she was so vague to me.

That's why she just wanted to forget it. Just like my first kiss, like how she found out.

And then, there was Freddie.

Freddie, the one who would have a new bruise everyday, something to have a story behind.

Freddie, the one who poured grape juice down the front of my white shirt when I kicked in his door the prior week.

Freddie, the one who should mean nothing.

But it turns out the iCarlies know more than I do.

I was happy they had my support, but I knew that seeing Gibby on board with probably minor appearance of little Guppy, people would stay. I know Gibby's not mean, but he's a regular on the show, our viewers have already taken a liking to him.

My phone rang in my lap, and I picked it up without hesitance.

"Samantha, I've arranged your hotel stay at the Holiday Inn. But I have to be honest with you. If your mother does not fix things within a week, I'm going to have to ask you to come live here."

"Are you chizzing me? I don't even KNOW you." I regretted that after I said it immediately.

"I know that it may be tough, yet it's child abandonment if I let you live in a hotel. Your mother is not a fit parent for you to stay with."

I was about to tell him that Spencer could be my guardian, or even Mrs. Benson. Until that split second was over and I was back to reality.

"I have a week? A week for mom to shape up or find a fit guardian."

I hear him sigh.

"Would living with me really be the worst thing? I miss you, Sam."

"You didn't miss me enough to contact me for the past eight years. Pass."

"Sam, we can talk about that later. But for now, get to the hotel and check in. I don't want my daughter wandering out in the middle of the streets, getting picked up by the cops." Again. Ha.

I hang up the phone.

What more could seriously go wrong?

Then, it began to rain.

Wow, this is so jank. I'm living in a melodramatic soap opera.

A/N: Ah, wow this chapter was the hardest thing to write. No joke. I believe I'm going to try to write in a different P.O.V. because at this point I feel like I'm struggling :/ Ah well. Reviews ? Comments, Questions? They equal brownies and gold stars for all!