A/N: I WROTE A CHAPTER IN THREE DAYS ! Uh, anyways. Colleges should give breaks more often. I'm mega productive this weekend!

A lot of it comes from my reviewers, I was stoked to read all of the reviews and was excited every time I looked at the reader count.

Without you guys, I'd be a tabula rasa when it comes to writing.

In this chapter, i attempted half Sam half Carly points of view. I'm not quite sure how i feel about it, but i'm feeling like the house is headed in the right direction.

I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 5: Notes In Constellations

I pulled out my phone regrettably and dialed Spencer's number. He answered on the first ring.

"Lewis and Seifford. I'm the girl getting drenched standing on the middle of the sidewalk. I owe you." I rush, without giving him a chance to lecture or ask questions.

I scour the street for an open awning, looking for the chance to dodge the bulleting raindrops. I stand under one of a vacant building, shivering and snarling at the chain of events.

Then there's Spencer, looking at me with a weird expression, motioning for me to get in the car.

"Sam. Are you okay?"

"Take me to the Holiday Inn, okay?" It's hard for me to hold eye contact with him; he makes me feel guilty for everything turning out this way.

"Sam, you can't stay there. Come stay with us."

"In case you weren't informed, Spencer, I am no longer welcome there. And I do not want to deal with her or him." I can't even say their names. It makes me feel more and more pathetic each time I think of it.

"Alright. I saw what happened when you found out about Freddie and Carly. But you're practically my little sister too. You've been at the apartment more than Carly, probably. So what makes everything so different now?"

"There's a big difference. I lost two of the people I trusted the most from a secret that is ridiculous. Then from being upset, I became homeless. And from being homeless, I had to become a pity case from the Gibsons for a night. From then, I had to do something I had no other choice to do; call my father. Did you know I haven't talked to him since he left us? When I was six! So now I'm getting to stay in a hotel for a week and if my mother doesn't magically become someone who loves me, I'm screwed. I get to be shipped off to my dearest daddy's house, to stay with him and his charming new wife; therefore ripping me from the only environment I've ever known. So yes, Spencer. There is a big difference."

Spencer takes his eyes off the road, and glances over at me, shock evident on his face.

"Am I really that bad of a person to deserve all of this?" I say, staring out the window to avoid direct confrontation.

"Sam, no! You don't deserve any of that! You've just been dealt terrible cards."

"All because of your lovely sister and that incompetent, hormonal boy." I try to make my tone as neutral as possible, but while pulling into the parking lot, I see Spencer's eyebrows rise.

"Before I drop you off, I need to tell you two things. I want you to listen." I nod my head for him to continue, "First. You are always welcome at the Shay living space any time. Although you've taken advantage of it in the past, now is the time for you to take full means of it, regardless of the feud that Carly and you have." I sigh, feeling as if he couldn't be more wrong.

"Secondly, no guy is worth it if they're going to hurt you like this. Freddie and you… well, I can't quite explain it. But if he's going to date Carly, you can't let it hurt you more than the initial blow. If you let it into your system, all you're gonna do is become depressed and unfocused."

"You say it like I'm in love with the kid." I mutter as I unhook my seatbelt, ready to evacuate the car.

He shakes his head, apparently irritated, but leans over and gives me a hug instead. "Promise me, no matter what, you'll keep me updated on what's going on in your life. Okay?"

"I promise."

I wave goodbye as he pulls away, and take a deep breath and enter through the sliding doors.

"Reservation for Puckett." Slamming my hands on the counter, the hotel attendant forced a smile, looking up at me.

"Aren't you a little young to purchase a night here? I need some identification, sweetie." The half balding man with a crinkled, tucked in shirt and shiny nametag that read "Robert" glances me over, skeptical.

"Listen man, my father called here, okay? He told me there'd be a room ready for me, and I've got the money." He raises an eyebrow, and an evident manager walks over.

"Ah, you must be Samantha. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, miss. Here's your key cards, the room's 2103, second floor, east wing." The manager hands over the key card, giving scolding looks to Robert-o for his lack of manners.

"Wait, what about the cost?"

"Prepaid for the week by Mr. Puckett. Enjoy your stay! Don't forget to come down to the complimentary breakfast or dip your feet into the pools!"

I was already rolling my eyes walking away, although my stomach was growling. Walking to the elevator, the chlorine smell stung my eyes as little kids ran around, shrieking and laughing.

The last time I'd gone to vacation with the whole family, Mel and I had to've been about four and we were at some random beach. Foggy, I can only remember shaped ice cream pops and screaming because I wanted more food at a buffet.

Mmm, buffet. My stomach growls once again, and I realize I need some food, fast. It isn't like me to give up eating under any circumstance. I pick up a room service menu and raise my eyebrow. If my lovely father was picking up the tab, I'm taking full advantage of it.

After eating a few plates of ribs, I pass out on the overly fluffed hotel bed, with soft rain falling behind my window.

I walked through the hall of the school the next day, and it was strangely empty. I walked over to my locker, opened it up. Empty.

That's strange.

I see a bruin haired girl pass me. Carly.

"Carls? That you?"

"Excuse me? Do I know you?"

"Ha ha, Shay. Don't play stupid with me."

"Excuse me? I need to get to class. I'm sorry for the confusion."

What was that? Someone taps me on the shoulder, I swivel around in surprise.

Freddie's eyes pierce into mine, sending me into a series of frenzied shivers.

"Freddie? What's going on?"

Seconds pass, he stares unblinking.

"I am Carly Shay's boyfriend. I will never be yours." As the words escape from his mouth in a monotone, expressionless voice, I feel myself jump in shock.

Woah. I woke up, finding myself in my own clothes and it to be about five o'clock in the morning. Weird.

I was ready to will myself back to sleep, but my body was telling me no. Instead, I took a long shower, dried my hair, pulled on some crinkled clothes from my backpack and even took some eyeliner to my eyes.

Public bussing to the school? Gross. But I wasn't walking twenty miles, thank you.

I walked the remaining three blocks from the bus stop to the Ridgeway High, and cringed walking to my locker. I don't see the bruin head there; it dawns on me that she's sharing a locker with him now.

A couple of people I've known from various classes gathered behind me.

"Hey Sam, are you seriously done with iCarly? For good?"

"Correct." I kept glancing to my side, looking for an out to escape their prodding questions.

"The show won't be the same without you!"

"Listen, kid. Gibby's gonna take my place. He'll do a great job."

"Yeah, but its different. Gibby's more clueless than you." Ah, I agree to a point.

I nod, staring back into my locker as if something is going to jump out at me.

"So this is all because of your crush on Freddie?"

I spun around so fast my hair smacked a few kids across their face.

"What did you just say?" I grit my teeth, staring down this kid in a menacing tone.

The girl cowers a little, but continues on, "I saw what happened after iCarly, how mad you were. I just believed that you wouldn't react like that unless…"

"UNLESS WHAT!"

Majority of the crowd scampers away, but this girl stands her ground. Gotta admit, that takes a lot of courage.

"Unless you had feelings for Freddie."

My face deadpanned, the girl shifts, glancing at the school's entrance, and then sprints away. There were Carly and Freddie, hand in hand.

Carly catches my eye first, and tenses up, dropping Freddie's hand.

She leans over to his ear and whispers something. His expression changes, and then I notice him roll his eyes.

All of a sudden, he's reaching and holding her hand once again.

I could feel my stomach clench, and then it was me who was rushing to get away.

CARLY POINT OF VIEW::

Freddie's grip on my hand was tightening with every second Sam stayed within our view.

I know I love him, but this whole ordeal is getting pretty ridiculous.

Sam used to be the one who would make fun of people avoiding each other, but now, she hates Freddie and me for withholding a very important detail.

Freddie and I began dating the night following when my Utopia was destroyed; Sam bailed because it was too much 'work'.

"You don't know how much this means to me." I say, blushing slightly.

"Come on, Carly. You know it was pretty much my fault in the first place. I was the one who brought her here." Freddie, the congenial, will always try to make everything better for the opposite person.

As he was literally picking up the pieces of my world, we kept reaching for the same models at the same time. Our hands touched.

When I accidentally dropped a small, decapitated person, I bent down to pick it up and so did he; we lightly bumped heads.

Our eyes met, noses nearly touching. After I pulled away from being mesmerized, it's his turn to blush.

"So, about the girl. Do you think you'll date her again?"

"Did you see how disastrous it was in the first place? She didn't even apologize to you anyways. How unkind."

"Oh. I'm sorry…" I trail off, unsure of where to go from then.

"Don't be." He half shrugs, aiming to reassure me.

It's silence for a few moments, and then I decide to take the plunge.

"So. Does that that mean I'm back in the running to date you?"

This statement alone makes his eyes bulge out. "Carly. You know the only thing that's changed? The fact that I'm not in a cast from head to toe. But what about you? Have your feelings changed?"

I immediately shake my head, no.

"Well then, Carly Shay. Would you be my girlfriend?"

I had been waiting months to hear that question.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

We just stand there, smiling dopey at each other; my head slightly thinks of last time, with wanting to kiss him.

"Can you do me a big favor though, Freddie?"

Worry etches on his face, eyebrows furrowing, "What is it?"

"We can't tell Sam about us, not right away. She thinks you're still bacon to me. I don't want her making another excuse and ruining what we both want. You do want this, right?" Flashes of scenarios appear in front of my eyes; hesitation on Freddie's end, word vomit in form of Sam would spew out, but instead…

"I want this Carly. I want US. I've always wanted it. I will be happy to do anything you want as your boyfriend, and if you want this to be hush hush, okay."

Did I make the wrong decision? A part of me believes that if I had told Sam, she would've managed better.

And then the larger part of me is saying, no matter who would have told Sam and no matter when she would find out, her reaction would be on the same caliber.

Sam's always been my best friend that's a girl. She's never been the type to react the way she has now; she's always taken the less girly approach. She'd rather take her aggression out on others through legit fighting, but this time, things are all off.

"You can't let her get to you like this, Carly. It's all a part of her plan. Remember? Sam just plots and plots until she can find ways to screw things up so everyone's unhappy except her." Freddie's voice fills my ear, and I can tell that he's not happy.

I look over at him, surprised. He was angry with Sam more than the fact Sam was angry with him. He avoided her just like Sam avoided us. He claimed he tried to talk to her once, about our mutual ground, iCarly, but she gave him the silent treatment.

She yells at me, yet gives him the silent treatment. I'm trying to piece it all together.

Is she really that much into Freddie?

As I sit down in my history class, I pay little attention to what the teacher writes on the board, and take mental notes on the situation instead.

Because I thought it was just one short first kiss and then done. Realizing they kissed? Well. It really made me readjust my perspective on where I stood with Freddie. I couldn't believe how jealous I was, more than the fact that they kept it from me.

But both of them acted like it wasn't a big deal anyway. I began realizing what a mistake I had made after Freddie was hit by the Taco Truck. He saved my life, yes, that meant a lot. But at the same time, all of those times I turned him down, what if I had chosen differently? Life's short, you gotta take chances when you can. Freddie wasn't some scrawny, squeaky voiced tech nerd like he used to be. He's muscular, his voice is deeper, and he cares about other things besides technology. That and the fact that he's majorly attractive made it ideal for me to have a huge crush on him.

I figured it out after analyzing and reanalyzing what happened when Freddie and I broke up. Sam only messes around with Freddie on a daily basis. She can hardly go a week without teasing him about something or other. When I really looked into this, I found out that this 'pigtail-pulling syndrome' is a result of a pent up crush.

Crush. As in, Sam likes Freddie. And judging from the way she treats him, she likes him a lot.

Okay, calm down, Shay. She's been abusing Freddie since day one of meeting him.

I want the chance to be with him, to kiss him, to be happy. I guess that if Sam can't truly be happy for us, lying aside, she's not being a good friend.

A text vibrates in my pocket, I glance around to see if I could get caught looking at it or not.

Spencer.

'Sam in school today?'

Ah. Big brother keeps playing the role to her and me lately. Last night, he ducked out for 'art supplies'. When he came back, empty handed, stuttering and evading the topic, I knew he was with Sam somewhere, but he certainly didn't let me in on where.

I understand, he's not gonna drop her like she dropped us, but I really wish I could know what he's helping her out with.

All of a sudden, I was forming a plan for when I approached Spencer at home.

A/N: Oh boy, Carly is so nosey!

I'm hoping I can pump out another chapter soon, but I know inspiration always helps!

& Remember, iHearU (: