Helloooooo! I'm back again! It feels like I haven't updated in forever but oh well. I'm here now :) So, thank you so so so so much for reviewing and for all your kind words, you truly are amazing! For the last chapter, I got 20 REVIEWS! That's like, my all time record for reviews on one chapter alone. So thank you for taking the time and making me feel proud of my work. Some writers are like 'I don't care what they say, its my work' which is a good state of mind to be in, but I love hearing what you guys think and it makes me feel really special when I get such fantastic reviews sooo, yeah :). Anyway, imma' be putting up a poll on my profile. The poll is basically asking you guys, as readers, to tell me which story you like to most out of 'Something Weird' (my other fanfic) and 'iPause.' Please be honest, because I have a bad habit of being indecisive and I can never choose which story to update. So, I'm going to let you choose for me! I know, I'm lazy. But if you guys could read 'Something Weird' and let me know, it would be much appreciated.

Disclaimer: Surely the word 'disclaimer' is enough? I dis-claim this? No? Okay.

(This chapter was inspired by my history teacher. Yeah, 'cause I'm cool like that :))

Previously on iPause:

We were all in the iCarly studio, counting down the seconds until New Year when Sam walked over to Freddie. She didn't say anything, just looked at him with a blank face. It creeped him out to say the least, and he had a very confused look on his face.

5, 4, 3…

Sam's face switched from blank into and evil smile, which Freddie knew too well. His eyes widened and he took a step back, only to find that Sam had stepped with him.

2, 1…

Sam raised her hand and slapped Freddie across the face. Not hard, she didn't want to actually hurt him; I could see that by the way she held herself. But enough to shock him. Freddie was frowning.

"What was that for?" he cried, the look of shock still lingering in his features. Sam smiled.

"I just slapped you into the next decade!" she replied excitedly, then returned to my side whilst doing a happy dance.

Freddie looked at her like she was insane, shook his head and flopped down onto his beanbag. Sam was still doing her happy dance, but when I looked back to Freddie, I saw him smiling an amused smile at Sam. My friends are weird…

Chapter 4:

The girl behind the frosted glass.

Carly's POV

You all know how it feels to have the flu, right? Well, if you don't then well done, you are the luckiest human alive. Anyway, it sucks. I'm bringing this up because I recently got over the worst case of flu I have ever had. Ever. Spencer couldn't look after me because he had a really big showcase at some art gallery and he would be away all day. He tried to stay at home, believe me, he tried. But I simply refused to let him take care of me and waste such an amazing opportunity like that. Spencer tried to scare me into letting him stay by casually throwing in that he'll just ask Mrs. Benson to look after me. Oh hell no… I have to hand it to him, it was a valiant effort, I almost cracked. That's when Sam walked in. She smiled at Spencer as she passed him and let herself fall down on the couch beside me.

"Hey, people. What goes on?" she sang cheerfully. Someone's in a good mood.

"Oh, nothing. Just.. nothing." I replied, hoping she couldn't hear the same disgusting voice that I just did.

"Woah Carls, what up with your voice?" She heard. I rolled my eyes at her lack of grammar and sighed, hiccupping a few times in between.

"Relax, it's just the flu. I'll be fin-" I started to explain the situation, but Sam stood up to face Spencer and held her left and up to silence me.

"Spence, go do what you gotta do, I got this." She stated, an eerily casual expression still planted on her face. Spencer made a face, as if to say 'Are you sure?' Sam only nodded and gestured from him to leave, which he did happily, a huge grin on his face. "Hope you feel better Carls! Love ya!" Were his last fleeting words as he almost skipped out the door. Thoroughly confused, I turned my attention to Sam, who was now adjusting the pillow behind me.

"What's going on?" I asked. It was all too unusual. It was Sam's turn to roll her eyes.

"I'm taking care of you, stupid," she smiled, completely masking the fact that she just called me stupid. How does she do that? I must've had some weird expression on my face because Sam rolled her eyes again. I swear she gets more like Freddie everyday. Oh God, I hope she never finds out I thought that.

"Listen," she stated matter-of-factly, "You're my best friend and you're sick. That makes it my job to look after you." She finished kindly.

"Who are you and what have you done with Sam?" I'm not sure if I was actually joking. Sam chuckled a bit and sighed.

"Silly Carly. Now shut up and lay down! You need rest." There she is.

"But you can't take of me all by yourself!" I protested. Somehow, I didn't think I was going to win.

"Carly, relax! The nub will help me, we got paired up in history class for a project so when we've helped you and you're asleep we'll stay downstairs and work on that. That way we'll both be here if you need us." Wow. She's really thought this through. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Sam? Doing homework? Is this opposite day? Ugh, I must really be ill… I thought.

Freddie came over just like Sam said and gave me some medicine. Sam tried to say that she would've been fine taking care of me by herself but she couldn't work out all the different medicines and, thankfully, I'm one of the few people she doesn't want to poison. Apparently, the jury's still out on Freddie. He didn't care though. Not even when Sam said that Freddie's knowledge of health may be the only useful thing that has come out of his mom being a total nutcase. I actually think he took it as a compliment. I will never understand those two. After about an hour of my two best friends fussing over me, I gave in and said I was tired so that they could have a break. Freddie shut the curtains and joined Sam in the doorway.

"If you need anything, we're just downstairs, okay?" Freddie asked. I nodded. He looked to Sam to hear what her last words would be, only to find her eyes narrowed in my direction.

"Carly." She breathed quietly. "Don't even think about doing anything for yourself. I know you. You'll make yourself even more ill if you don't rest okay? You're no burden on us." She finished, the threatening tone in her voice trailing of towards the ended of her miniature lecture. I nodded, wide-eyed, as she smiled and dragged Freddie out by the scruff of his collar leaving me alone in my room. I can't even remember falling asleep but I did because when I woke up, an hour had already passed. And, surprisingly enough, it wasn't the sound of Sam and Freddie arguing that woke me up. 'Cause there was none. Now I'm kinda scared…

I couldn't sleep and I needed to pee, so I hopped out of bed (more like fell out) and made my way to the bathroom. You really don't need the details, but on my way back I heard Sam and Freddie talking. Like an actual conversation instead of a screaming match. It was… intriguing to say the least. So I crept down a couple stairs and hid my body behind a blanket to watch their little talk.

They were both sitting on the couch staring at the TV. It was blank. Can you guess how confused I was?

"Do we have to watch it?" Sam moaned, pouting and throwing her head back as if breathing was an effort. Freddie got up and put a DVD in the system and fiddled with some buttons.

"Yes, we do have to watch it," Freddie replied, his back still facing Sam. "It's for our assignment." He grabbed his drink and fell onto the couch next to Sam, who momentarily shoved her head into a pillow.

"What's it about anyway?" Sam wondered. Not that she actually cared, anyone could see that a mile off by the bored expression set in her features.

"The holocaust." Freddie replied simply. Sam's head snapped up, her expression somewhat fearful.

"The what?" she asked quickly, the words snapping out of her. Freddie looked at her funny, studying her expression with concern.

"The holocaust. Sam, are you okay? I mean we ca-"

"Just play the darn movie, Fredifer." That was the end of that discussion.

About halfway through the movie (I was going to go back to bed, but I was engrossed in the movie. I happen to like history. Don't judge me!) Freddie went to offer Sam some of his food, as she would probably have taken it already, and saw her face.

"Sam? Are you crying?" he asked incredulously. Sam sniffed suddenly and turned her head towards Freddie.

"No, you doof!" she snapped, a lone tear escaping the confines of her eyes. She covered her face in her hair. Freddie scooted closer to Sam and gently pulled back the curtain of hair she had tried to hide behind.

"Sam, what's wrong?" he asked, no curiosity in his voice. Just pure, one-hundred percent, legit concern.

"I said nothing is wrong, now butt out!" Sam moved away only to find herself being followed by Freddie.

"Sam, come on-"

"Just leave me alone, dork!"

"No, Sam I won-"

"Pause!" Sam shouted, her hands flying to her sides and her eyes clamped shut. Freddie stopped short. He stared at her frozen form in silence or a few minutes before taking a step closer and placing his hands on both her shoulders. He spoke quietly.

"No, Sam. We are not pausing this. You know what we should pause?" Sam peeked through the slits of her eyes. "This," Freddie said, gesturing towards the both of them. "This frenemy crap. Please just let me be your best friend for five minutes." Sam stared at him wide-eyed, before straightening to her full height. She took a deep breath.

"When I was little," she started, shrinking again under the intense stare Freddie was giving her. "before I met you and Carly, there was the little girl called Melissa. She and I used to be best friends. She was Jewish. She lived with her grandmother because her parents died in a car crash not long after she was born so she could never remember them. She didn't have any other relatives either. Every single person in her family was killed in the holocaust. So it was just her and her grandmother." Sam looked down at her hands, which were now fiddling with the hem of her shirt, before continuing. "Her grandmother never married, so she was alone too. Every year, I remember Melissa being sad for about a week sometime in January. I could never understand why, and I didn't want to ask in case she didn't want to talk about it." Sam sighed again. "One day, Melissa asked me to come with her to a remembrance service. So I did. It was just her, me and her grandmother. I didn't know much about what was going on at the time. All I saw was the grandmother's face. Her eyes were stone cold, her lips turned down and the tears. Dozens and dozens of tears flooding from her crystal eyes, never-ending." Sam sniffed hard and tightened her grip on her shirt. Freddie watched in awe. "I swear to God, her face still haunts me. So lifeless and… empty. And all I could think about was why? Why had so many people committed so much evil? It's not fair." Sam's voice broke as the tears escaped once more and she tightened the grip on her shirt further so that her knuckles were turning white. "It's not fair." She repeated, now mutilating the heck out of her shirt and she burst into uncontrollable tears. Freddie grabbed hold of her hands and threw them around his neck, pulling into a hug. She actually let him too…

They stood like that for at least five minutes, with Freddie stroking Sam's hair until Sam sniffed once more and pulled away. She was embarrassed. Definitely.

"Why did this bother you so much?" Freddie asked quietly, pushing back the hair off Sam's tear soaked face.

"I just kept thinking… what if it were Carly? Or Spencer? Or… you?" Sam questioned. "I think I'd rather die than live without you guys." She bowed her head in despair. Freddie lifted her face level to his with his hands. He stared her straight in the face.

"Sam. Listen to me. We are not going anywhere. Not Carly, not Spencer, not me. Okay?" Sam nodded and rested her head on his chest.

"If you ever speak of this, I will permanently injure you." Sam threatened. Freddie just smiled.

"I would expect nothing less, Puckett." He gave her a final squeeze and they returned to their positions on the couch, side by side. Sam smiled at Freddie and playfully punched him on the arm.

"Dork." She mumbled. Freddie tried to scowl at her and failed, ending up in creases of laughter with Sam bursting into hysterics right after him. I stared helplessly at my two best friends, which leads me to my original question. What in the HELL just happened…?

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