I do not own iCarly. If you want to read a story by the person who does then go call Dan Schneider. IF you have his number…And IF you do, CAN I HAVE IT?! I have some (clears throat) "negotiating" to do… Just jokin'. ANYWAY! ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!

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"Sam?" a cold, dreary voice called, frightening Sam to the point of spilling her Peppy-Cola on her lap.

"Yes?" She replied nervously, awaiting the figure to come out of the shadows in the Shay's living room. She'd take their apartment before her own home any day, but it always freaked her out late at night when Carly and Spencer went to bed before her on rare occasions such as tonight.

"Do you really have to go to call backs tomorrow?" asked no other than Freddie Benson himself, as he stepped forward from the shadows that once spread across him like a veil.

Sam was just about to tell him off for causing her to spill her soda on herself and for scaring her by such a great deal, until she saw the look swept across Freddie's face.

It was a tangled web between hurt and confusion. He looked half asleep and quite frankly nervous. Sam could not tell if that was because he was worried what she would say (or do) to him, or if he was worried that his mom would catch him sneaking out at such a late hour.

"What in the world are you doing here?!" Sam hissed.

She was trying to get a reaction out of Freddie, but all that he did was sit down and join her on the couch.

"What do you want?! Answer me or I will tell Carly that you're the one who ruined her paper Mache piñata in the first grade!" Sam threatened with a gloriously wicked shine in her eyes.

"But that was you!" he finally responded to her prodding.

"Your word against mine." Sam smiled one long, victorious smirk, until she noticed that Freddie was still wearing his sad facial expression, "What is wrong with you dork-vador? Here I am watching Girly Cow, minding my own business, and BOOM you show up and it's 'bye-bye happiness!'"

Freddie just watched her with the same expression. It was as though it was a permanent part of his face.

"Freddie, uuuuuuurghhhh why don't you just kill me," Sam sighed as she resorted to her last tactic, "What's wrong Freddie?"

"Well," he finally broke, "It's just that tomorrow is your call back, and yet another HSM practice"

"And?"

"And, I was thinking-"

"Uh-oh. Never a good sign." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Can I finish now?" Freddie pleaded.

"Almost…Carly will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER love you. Proceed." She signaled for him to keep talking.

"I was thinking," Freddie continued, "that it wasn't too late for you to back out of your play and get your old part back."

Sam's mouth dropped as she stared at Freddie in a great amount of shock and disbelief.

"Please! We need you! Valerie is awful, and we couldn't find anyone to take over her old part Martha, so Shannon is in now-irony much?!- and you are the only person who knows how to make Walt calm down when he gets mad at the cast, and Carly misses you there! She tries so hard to be supportive but it's so obvious that she hates it too!"

"I can't!"

"But Carly misses you!"

"I can't fix that, I'm sorry for doing that to Carly, but what is my other option?! I can't walk out on Wicked. It's my shot! I just can't!" Sam crossed her arms.

"And I-I-I-I- m-"

"Spit it out dork!"

"I miss you! Happy? I said it!" Sam stared with wide-eyes as the meaning of that sentence registered in her mind.

"You what?" Sam asked in disbelief.

Freddie sighed. "You are a really good actress, Sam. But you mean more to me than just an actor-side-kick or whatever it's called-."

"Actor-side-kick? The real theatre term for that is-" Sam started to correct, but was interrupted by Freddie,

"I don't care! The point is, you are my friend. Not just another actor. You are really blowing it with your friends just for a 50-50 chance at a career opportunity!"

"It's more than just a career opportunity! Chase and I already decided-"

"So that's what it all boils down to," Freddie laughed bitterly, "Time with Chase."

"That has nothing to do with-"

"Oh please! Name one reason, besides Chase, that you are doing that show!" Freddie challenged.

"I love it!" Sam shouted, "The memorizing, the crowds, the songs, and yes even the cheesy dance numbers! I just love it! And if I really was 'your friend' you wouldn't be trying to make me give it up!"

"But it's what's right! You can't just go around breaking commitments!"

"It's 'what's right'?! I'm Sam! Since when do I respect Freddie Benson's point of view on what's right?!"

Freddie sighed. He knew he couldn't talk her out of doing the show. He sat back on the couch and he and Sam sat in silence for a few minutes until Freddie finally asked, "If it's for the 'love' of acting, then what's the difference in Wicked and High School Musical?"

"Well it's…It's that… It has to do with-None of your business." Sam covered.

Finally! He had Sam cornered. All he had to do now was pick the right questions.

"Why do you think Walt would pull you from High School Musical, knowing it would break our cast and pull one of our best actresses?"

"He has more to do with the other theatr-"

"Why would you support him favoring a rival show to your friends? Didn't you think about that we would be performing on similar nights?"

" I doubt that-"

"What about-" Freddie started.

"Enough! And for your information, if the shows have such 'similar' performance schedules, then why have y'all been through so many practices already, but we haven't had call backs yet? HA!"

Freddie smirked, "Remember? We got a head start in the acting season. We have that over your little snob-theatre. While y'all have two months, we will have three. More practice and experience for us."

"Oh that's because we already have the experience and talent!"

Freddie's smirk faded. He was losing! Again! He had to think of something to say…Think Freddie! Think! Ah yes, "I'll give Carly that message for you."

"What message?"

"You know, that she has no experience…and no talent."

"Leave Carly out of this! She's not even a part of this whole thing!"

"O yes she is! Her idea to have a show! Without her, Walt wouldn't have discovered you in the first place! So you walked out of the play and left Carly hanging after she made it possible for you to have the offer in the first place!"

Sam was struck speechless. Freddie was right.

Sam sat there, silent. Something Freddie wished she would have done a long time ago. Freddie should have felt good, but he was guilty. Ugh! I finally have something over Sam, and I can not get rid of this horrible feeling! Freddie sighed

"I'm sorry, Sam."

"You should be. I am not giving up my dream just because some little dork came over here trying to make me feel guilty."

"I get it, ok?," Freddie sighed, "Whatever. Just forget I ever came over here." And with that, Freddie left the apartment without looking back.

Sam felt pressure building up in her cheeks as she fought to hold her tears back. Her and Freddie always argued, but it was rare that Freddie would just walk out, and sound genuinely angry. It wasn't that she really cared what Freddie thought, it was just she hated to have Carly or Freddie mad at her, they were her best friends and they were the only decent thing she had. She didn't like it when they were mad at her, cause then she had nothing.

Even now, she had Carly still, but she still felt like there was a hole inside of her. As much as she "hates" Freddie, and abuses him, and claims to not care about him, she needed him. He was her best friend, along with Carly of course.

She didn't understand why he couldn't support her. But suddenly, Wicked didn't sound as fun. That is until, I'll keep you my dirty little sec- Hello? Oh no Chase, you didn't wake me up. I can't wait either. Ok cool, I'm singing I Can Hear the Bells. Oh great, cool 6 o'clock? I'll be ready! Ok talk to you later! Can't wait! Thanks, I'm sure you'll do great too!"

Sam pressed her phone to the table as she tried to re-catch her breath. She hadn't realized it, but her breathing had been tense since she quit talking to Freddie. I wonder why my functions have stopped…Functionating? Funcalizing? Whatever. Sam sighed. I'm sorry, Freddie, it's my shot. You can't take that from me. And with that one last thought, Sam fell asleep, not to be awoken until daybreak. The day of callbacks.

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Too much seddie too soon? Not enough? Please review and tell me what you think.

I have a few interactive questions this time! Ok here we go.

1. What is a bad quality for Chase to have?

2. (Not related to seddie, but could help get creative juices flowing) if you had to choose friends or success what would you choose? (Be honest!)

3. Sam's top 3 favorite things in the world in your opinion.

4. Embarrassing pass time for Freddie to have

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