BONZWUA MY READERS! Have any of you the SLIGHTEST idea of how much I've missed writing that?!?! Oh yes. A LOT! I have been up to my ears in studying and training! Isn't life such a DREADFUL bore? Eh, whatever. Well, I HAVE MISSED YOU MY PARTY PEOPLE! Don't forget to write a review and make a spaz's day. You can tell me how much you've missed my updates cause I so know you have.

Anyone else insanely ANXIOUS with iSaved Your Life? Uh yeah. Thought so.

This…Is…Just so…..BEAUTIFUL!!! REUNION TIME! How are the kids? You're so much taller! Is that a new haircut! Stop slouching, you're not too shabby! BWAHAHAHA!! And THAT is why you never let excitement get the better of you!

Anyhooo…ON WITH THE STORY…FOR NARNIA!!!

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After it had ended, Sam trudged through the dark on her way home, alone. She sighed and was wondering how it would be if Chase did officially break up with her? She knew that she wouldn't quit the play. Or would she? She didn't know. She sighed and kept walking. She felt her phone vibrate and raced her hand to it immediately. Seeing as though it was Chase.

'sorry, but we're through'

Sam almost laughed it was so ironic. She knew it all along, but never anticipated how much of a blow she would feel from it.

She kept walking, attempting to keep the silent tears from continuing to run down her face, to no avail. She sighed and let the tears fall again and again.

She made it back to Bushwell Plaza and quickly wiped her face.

"Hey Carlz! Dork!" Sam greeted as she burst through the door, forcing a smile.

"Hey Sam!" Carly greeted, Freddie still ignored her.

"How was rehearsal?" Sam asked Carly.

"It was great, yours?"

"Horrible." Sam responded before Carly had even taken one breath after she finished her question.

"Oh…Why?" Carly pushed.

"Leslie," Sam replied simply and flopped back on the couch.

"Sam, I have to share an onstage kiss with Valerie. You can deal with Leslie." Freddie finally piped up.

"You don-" Sam started but Freddie interrupted, "Don't understand? You don't like Leslie because she's everything you're not."

"She made Chase-"

"Act differently? I'm sure she did. Where is Chase anyway?"

Sam was fluttering with anger, "Not going to be here," She croaked quietly and angrily, while also trying to fight back tears.

"Oh, really?" Carly tried to intervene.

"Yes, really." Sam replied through gritted teeth, not taking her eyes off of Freddie.

Freddie backed up a few steps, but still made eye contact with her.

"He with Leslie?" Freddie questioned, with a note of self pride in his voice.

"Is that really your business?" Sam growled.

"Oh, I believe it is, seeing as though they may need me to sew their family cress onto a pillow!" Freddie shouted, with sarcasm and spite.

"Shut up. Dork." Sam growled.

"Why? Big tough Sam can't take a little teasing?" Freddie pushed.

"How did you do that?!" Freddie shouted, as he felt all of Sam's body weight pressed on him in a wresting hold, before he could even blink his eyes.

"Momma doesn't take teasing," Sam spat venomously before standing up.

Freddie brushed himself off and continued with his so called revenge, "Well okay, don't take it. But take a question, and answer it. Why didn't Chase want to come with you tonight?"

Sam felt a twinge of pain at the name, but shrugged it off. "It's not that he didn't want to-" Sam's lie was interrupted by Freddie, "Yet he didn't show?"

This was it. Sam couldn't take it anymore. All of her anger, regret and sorrow gushed out in one threatening blow.

"He didn't come, cause he didn't WANT to come!" she shouted, "He is busy kissing a no good, show offy, thinks she's great, boyfriend stealing, diet starting, nail filing, pimple popping, butt slapping, foolish cow!"

Sam panted with anger as Freddie took a step forward, "Sam, I didn't kn-"

"Save it," Sam breathed angrily, taking a step back.

"Oh Sam!!" Carly gasped and ran to her best friend.

"He didn't know! Honestly! He was just being an idiot! Please Sam, don't leave! We want to make you forget about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!!"

Sam laughed at the comparison and threw in, "I can see a resemblance. But Voldemort has better hair." They both started laughing and Freddie chuckled nervously.

They stopped laughing and Sam looked at Freddie disapprovingly.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"You don't have any right to laugh at my jokes!"

He opened his mouth in shock before yelling, "What's that even supposed to mean!"

"They're words." Sam teased before adding, "And it means exactly what it sounded like!"

"Yeah, but it's random and rude!"

"You've been rude to me since I got here! So. Just. Shut up, dork!"

Freddie was panicking, for he had no means of which to reply. So he just muttered, "I'll laugh at what I want to laugh at!"

"Yeah?" Sam challenged. "YEAH!" he shouted back before breaking into forced obnoxious laughter.

Sam, not being one to be outdone, started forcing loud laughter as well. Carly looked between them both, as it was quite funny.

Spencer walked out from the other room.

He started to question his little sister, but she raised a finger. They both just shrugged and joined Sam and Freddie in their odd laughing noises.

!!Later!!

"I'll be right back!" Sam shouted and excited the studio. She walked down the hall and sighed. After a few seconds of debate, she decided the fire escape would be the best place to get away for a while.

She sighed as she sat down on the stairs and rested her head down on the step above her. She expressed a well deserved sob that was followed by silent tears. She had forgotten how her friends were waiting and just let out all of the emotion she had pent up through hushed sobs. She cried until the pain in her heart started to subside and she fell asleep.

***

"What on earth?" Freddie gasped at the sight of the small figure shivering on the fire escape. He had gotten hot sitting in the studio and needed to step out for some fresh, cold air.

What he saw struck something in him. Was it maybe caring? He quickly shrugged that off. He noticed her shaking feebly in her sleep. He looked around. He took off his jacket and laid it across her. He figured that he shouldn't tell Carly about this.

He placed an assuring hand on her face as he brushed a remnant of her tears away from her closed eyes. He noticed the shivering stop under his fingers and smiled slightly.

"Night, Sam," he whispered as he walked back into the warm apartment.