Hey guys! I was thinking up this song when I woke up! So I wrote it up! My first song! Then I wrote another one! Yay! Review please!


Sam's eyes fluttered open. Today would be the day she sang her new song… well it wasn't exactly how she pictured it last night. In fact it was completely different. Invisible had given her a completely different drive. And the lyrics poured out of her as she wrote in her notebook. Then her guitar produced the sound as she sang her first verse.

I'm too impure to be a true blue

I am a mistake

My actions are dishonest

Perfection is so far away

She smiled and walked off her balcony to get ready for school.


Massie groaned as she woke up. Why did it have to be Wednesday? Then she remembered. iCarly! She clapped her hands and went to her suitcase, since the closet was di-sgusting! "EHMAGAWD!!!!!!!!!!!" Massie closed her eyes. She opened them two seconds later. "Ah!" She cried. What happened to her clothes??? They were… were… RUINED! She sobbed even louder.

Sam walked into the room with a notebook. "What's wrong?" Then she saw the clothes. She bit her lip. Could she really live with the guilt of destroying her sister's clothes? "What happened?" She tried to sound deeply concerned.

Massie was breathing heavily and crying in her hands. "You didn't do this too did you?" She gasped.

"No! I'm not that cruel." Sam bit her lip, hoping Massie wouldn't spot her lie.

"Okay… Could I… borrow… some of your clothes…" Massie whisper-cried.

"Uh, sure… help yourself…" Sam frowned. Did she really just destroy her sister then help her recover?

Massie hugged her. "Thank you! I would die if I had to wear my pajamas."

Sam shrugged. "It's no big deal…" And she dropped her songbook on the bed and went to school. Early.


Freddie was at his locker. His hair back to normal and clothes back to normal. Sam walked in without Carly. "Hey, Sam." He said. She nodded and walked his way. "It's not like you to… get to school early."

"Yeah, and it's not like me to skip breakfast." She shrugged.

"You should eat, it's not healthy."

"Eh, save it. I'll eat in class." She waved him off.

"Did you write your song?" He closed his locker. She nodded. "Can I see it?" She shook her head.

"Surprise." He opened his mouth to object. "Relax, I'm not just hiding it from you. Carly doesn't even know I wrote it." She took some Red Bull out of her bag. "Want one."

"No thanks." He shook his head.

"What? Your mommy doesn't want you to drink evil caffeine?" She teased and waved the can in his face.

"I'm just not thirsty… and no she doesn't." He crossed his arms. She smirked victoriously. "Look, there's Carly." He pointed.

"Sam! Freddie! Guess what!" Carly ran over to them. "Massie is wearing a hoody and jeans. No fancy accessories. It's how you say hi-larious!" Carly smiled.

Freddie turned to Sam. "You didn't?" He was holding back laughter. Sam shrugged. They burst out laughing.

"Hey guys…" Massie said, looking sad.

"What's wrong?" Carly frowned in that I'm-your-friend-you-can-trust-me way.

"Oh, nothing… just Gibby…" She shrugged in a what-can-I-say? sort of way.

"Again?" Freddie asked.

"How do you know about Gibby, Freddork?" Sam raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"I was in the classroom when he came in late." Freddie quickly saved himself.

Massie sighed. "What am I gonna do? He hasn't responded to any of my texts, my emails, nothing…" Massie realized that was what Claire went through to get to Cam.

The bell rang. "Gotta go." Sam pulled into her first period. Freddie and Carly right behind her.

"All right, brats, today we'll learn about the bagpipe culture…"

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sam groaned loudly. Some of her classmates laughed.

"Samantha Puckett, detention." Miss Briggs glared.

"Whatever… oh, and my name is not Samantha." Sam sat back. "Never was, never will be."

Carly elbowed her. "Sam, don't push it…" She hissed. Sam knew she was just trying to be the perfect student, and that was something Sam couldn't do with her heart. She was a clown. A scary, reckless, comedic clown.

"Yeah, Sam, we need you for the show." Freddie whispered.

Sam lay back in her chair. "Sorry, Briggs…" She mumbled.


Massie sat in class and text Claire.

MASSIE: Kuh-laire! How do I get Gibby back???? :(

CLAIRE: IDK? What's the situation?

MASSIE: He won't talk 2 me because he found out about Derrington! But I dumped him yesterday!

CLAIRE: Well… you could write him a poem. That worked 4 me

MASSIE: Ehmagawd! That's perfect! iCarly is having Sam sing! I can sing 2! :)

CLAIRE: Gr8! I'm N the middle of a test so G2G! :)

Massie smiled and just had to text Sam.

MASSIE: Sam? U there

SAM: Lose my number preppy, I'm trying 2 sleep

MASSIE: Will U write me a song 4 iCarly 2nite? Plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

SAM: Y

MASSIE: Cuz I'll stop moping about Gibby

SAM: Fine… I'll do it now

MASSIE: Thank U!

Sam sighed and took out a piece of paper. She thought of the situation, hummed a tune for a minute, then let the words flow onto the paper. It was almost as good as her song, but of course, she had better inspiration.

"Sam! The answer please." Miss Briggs snapped.

"Hmm?" Sam looked at the board. "Uhmm… forty-seven?"

Miss Briggs looked shocked. "Yes… that's correct…" Sam smirked in that I'm-always-right way.


Massie tapped her foot impatiently, pretending to look through her locker. In her compact mirror she saw her shirtless wonder. "Gibby!" She cheered. He wrinkled his nose at her. "Please, please watch iCarly tonight! It's really important you do so!"

Gibby raised his eyebrow. "Maybe I'll check it out." She smiled. He had talked to her! Then he walked off.

Massie sighed and walked out the school. "Hey, princess!" Someone called. She spun around. A gang of jocks were shouting at her. "Why don't you come over here, and I'll show you what fun is!" He winked. Massie bit her lips. These boys were sexually harassing her… she had never been so afraid. What if they tried something?

"Don't be afraid, cutie pie. We won't hurt you!" Another one said. The high schoolers were getting closer. Massie could feel herself stiffening with fear.

"It'll all be okay. You won't even remember us." They circled around her, each of them in her personal bubble. She felt like she couldn't breathe. One of the boys fell to the ground. Where he stood, there was Sam.

"Don't touch…" She punched another. "My sister!" She kicked the last one in the genitals.

Massie smiled. They were officially family. Sam loved her – and protected her. "Thank you sooooooooooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!" Massie flung her arms around Sam. "You're the best sister in the world!"

Sam squirmed a little in her arms. "Geez, Mass, I just beat up a guy. I do that all the time." She muttered.

"You're still the greatest! I love you so much!" Massie beamed and let go.

"God, don't be so mushy. I hate this kind of crap." Sam wiped herself off.

"Oh what-ever! You love me too, and you know it!" Massie poked at her.

"Come on, we'll be late for our final rehearsal." Sam mumbled and walked down the street.

Massie grabbed her song from Sam's hand. "Sam! This is perfect! I didn't know you were a great writer!" (Okay, I brag for myself. C:)

"Eh… I'm not that good. Come on."

"Freddie, have you seen Sam? We have to check the sound for her song." Carly paced.

"Hey, sorry we're late." Sam walked in.

"All right, Sam, sit right there and sing your song." Freddie said, hoping to at least get a glimpse of this song, just to see if it were really perfect.

Sam hopped on the stool. "Catch this Freddork!" She called and threw a black case at him.

"Sam, you play guitar?" Carly asked.

Sam nodded. "Okay, mic me." She smiled

You said the way my blue eyes shined

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said, "That's a lie"

Just a boy in a Chevy truck

That had a tendency of gettin' stuck

On backroads at night


And I was right there beside him

All summer long

And then the time we woke up to find

That summer'd gone

But when you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long

The moon like a spotlight on the lake


When you think happiness

I hope you think that little black dress

Think of my head on your chest

And my old faded blue jeans


When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears

And thankin' God that you weren't here

To see me like that

But in a box beneath my bed

Is a letter that you never read

From three summers back


It's hard not to find it all

A little bitter sweet

And lookin' back on all of that

It's nice to believe


When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long

The moon like a spotlight on the lake


When you think happiness

I hope you think that little black dress

Think of my head on your chest

And my old faded blue jeans


When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me

And I'm back for the first time since then

I'm standin' on your street

And there's a letter left on your doorstep

And the first thing that you'll read


Is when you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

Some day you'll turn your radio on

I hope it takes you back to that place


When you think happiness

I hope you think that little black dress

Think of my head on your chest

And my old faded blue jeans


When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me

Oh, think of me, mmm


You said the way my blue eyes shined

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said, "That's a lie"

Sam looked at her friends, who were wide-eyed with shock, except Freddie. "You got the sound check?" She slumped on the stool. He nodded.

"I'm gonna sing too." Massie whined, hating that Sam was getting all the attention.

"Don't worry; we can use the same editing." Freddie said.

"Massie, you can sit in the car for the show and when we call you in, you'll come sing." Carly said. Massie nodded and went to sit.

"Okay, we go live in five… four… three… two…" Freddie pointed his finger.

"Hello people!" The girls shouted.

"Welcome to iCarly!" Sam smiled.

"iCarly!" Carly said.

"And iSam!"

Sam hit the random dancing button on her remote. The girls began jumping around.


Carly put her hands on her hips. "Sam you're so talented!" She yelled.

"No! You're way more perfect than me!" Sam growled.

"I wish I could be everything you are!" Carly pouted.

"Not as much as I do!"

"Well, at least you can sing!" Carly said.

The girls turned back to the camera. "Yes, I can sing." Sam seemed completely calm. Like it didn't even matter, but truthfully she was scared to death.

"Yeah, and Sam is gonna sing for us her own self-written song!" Carly smiled.

Freddie threw Sam her guitar. "Thank you, Freddifer." She said. Freddie switched the cameras so Sam was the center on her bench. "This song is called True Blue, and it's dedicated to someone special…" Sam played a few notes on her guitar then started the prelude.

I'm too impure to be a true blue

I am a mistake

My actions are dishonest

Perfection is so far away

Colors change

And they fade

And they choose their own way

But I am afraid that

A true blue

Is for you

And I can not be one no matter how hard

That I try

Though I want to

I want you

Like colors…

The pain will go away…

I'm too reckless to be a true blue

I know I'm far too late

And all you've heard about me

I'm sure it's all not that great

Life is hard

And I am fragile

And I might not quite make it

But now that I know that

A true blue

Is for you

And I can not be one no matter how hard

That I try

Though I want to

I want you…

Like colors…

The pain will go away…

The guitar burst into a faster musical number.

But I still want you to know

No matter how far that I go

(Away from a true blue)

I still have it pulling for you

Oh if only I knew

That a true blue

Is not for me

I'm to blinded right now to look you in the eye

And go outta my mind

And tell you how I feel

As a wannabe…

Imaginary…

True blue

Sam's head was bowed as she finished. Everyone was shocked she could play guitar. "Anyone wanna sign me a record deal, the answer is no. My singing career stays on my balcony." Sam jumped off the stool and put the guitar on a beanbag chair. "Now my preppy little shrimp of a sister is gonna sing. I'll be on guitar right here." She plopped on the beanbag.

Massie ran onto the screen like she'd seen so many people do at home. "Hey, iCarly fans! I'm Massie, and I am going to sing an original Sam song that I am personally dedicating to my Shirtless Wonder." She sighed, and nodded at Sam to start.

I watch you walk away

And boy if I could say

Anything at all…

You look me in the eye

Broken are you and I

And I'm speechless…

Please believe for me

Cuz I feel like I'm dying

The world just keeps spinning

So please…

Let's keep trying

I think of the day we met

The way I started to sweat
I wish I could take it back…

You'd meet me on IM

Chat from five to ten

I want to bring that back

We were so young

So naïve

I was a fool

But I still believe…

In you and me

Please believe in me

My tears won't keep drying

My world is crashing fast

I'll say…

Let's keep trying

And boy I can't get you off my mind

Oh, I wish you were mine

Anywhere you go is fine

Just don't leave me… behind

"Gibby, you have every right to hate me, but I wanted you to know. I dumped Derrington for you… and it's not like me to do this. But you're worth it."

Please believe me

I'm still crying

I wish you could hear me...

Saying…

Let's keep trying

Massie smiled sadly. She had added the speaking part in the middle of Sam's guitar solo. "Thanks for listening!" She said, and walked off the camera.

"Well, that's all the time we have for now!" Carly smiled.

"Until next time…" Sam started.

"Eat dog poo." Carly said.

"Dye your hair green."

"Kiss a cow."

"And tango with a bear."

"And, we're clear." Freddie smirked. "Nice job, guys." He smiled. "Great bits, great dancing, great music."

"Nobody asked you your opinion, Fredwart." Sam snapped and crashed on a beanbag.

Carly smiled the way she did when she was amused. "But it's true. Sam, you're awesome!" she poked at her best friend.

"Puh-lease!" Massie shook her head. "She was ah-mazing!"

Sam sighed and stood up. "I'm gonna get some meat." Sam out.

"What's wrong with Sam?" Freddie asked.

"Isn't eating meat normal for Sam?" Massie asked.

Carly shook her head. "We know Sam well enough. She's giving us her I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it treatment." There was a pause. "Freddie go talk to her."

"What? Why me?" Freddie raised an eyebrow.

"Because you'll get her to argue. Then she'll slip up and tell you." Carly rolled her eyes. That's what always happened. That's what made Freddie become silent in that did-she-just-say-that awkwardness. So Freddie sighed and walked downstairs.

Sam was sitting on the couch. Slumped enough to where she was staring at the ceiling. He sat beside her. "Hey, you feeling okay?"

She turned to face him. "Why would you of all people care? What happened to 'I don't care about that thing.'" Her imitation was deep and with a retarded accent.

"I said we weren't friends, not that I didn't care." He challenged.

"Oh, big difference." She rolled her eyes, but neither was really in the mood for fighting. Sam sighed and slunk down in her chair. "I hate myself…"

"Why?" He looked towards her.

She was silent for a while. "Part of me wants something, and another possibly stronger part of me knows it's dumb to go after it." Her eyes closed, and for a minute she pretended Freddie wasn't there. He wasn't sitting right beside her; he was upstairs with Carly and Massie.

"You should go after it Sam."

She gave him a look. "Who are you, and what have you done to Freddie?"

"If it's dumb, so what? There are tons of smart people who aren't who they want to be because they follow logic, not their feelings." He shrugs.

"And… how do you know I wasn't just talking about a Fat Cake even though my mom wants me to stop?" She challenged.

"Cuz you don't care what your mom thinks." He smirked.

"That's- so true…" She smiled. The two laughed for a while. "Not to be rude but, why'd Carly send you down?"

Freddie shrugged. "I don't know. She said I'd start an argument and you'd finally shout what was wrong at the end. The usual."

"Yeah, and look how well that turned out." Sam made small motions with her hands. "Just outta curiosity, how did you know what was bothering me?"

Freddie smiled. "I guessed." She gave him a questioning look. "Judging by your actions, I knew you were being too serious for food, too aggressive even for Sam, and too quiet for everyday. The song just supported my theory."

"How do you know what I was doing?" She raised an eyebrow and clinched a fist.

"I stuck a camera in the room so I could see and hear what you guys were doing. Kind of like what you did on my first date with Valerie." He grinned a smug little victory smile.

"You were trying to peep on Carly!" She accused. "Well, news flash! She doesn't change in there or anything. Why not put it in the bathroom?" She shook her head and shouted.

"I wasn't trying to peep." He covered her mouth with his hand. "And yes, I know it's illegal and wrong in every way, but I bet you would do the same." He removed his hand.

"That's true…" She mumbled. "Uh-oh! Perfect little Freddie broke the law! What's Mommy gonna say when she finds out. 'My boy is a delinquent! I'm going to go baptize him in the holiest water I can find.'" She teased.

"On the upper note, my mom probably won't let me make another puzzle again." They laughed lightly.

"Well…" Sam hated these little awkward silences that have been happening in their conversations lately. "I'm feeling better… thanks…" She mumbled.

"You're welcome." He nodded, and both knew it was time to go upstairs. Sam was mumbling the tune to the song she first heard in her head.

How'd you get to be so close

When you're so far away?


Nice Seddie chapter end! But it's not over. BTW happy Memorial Day!

"Tim McGraw" is a song by Taylor Swift

"True Blue" and "Let's Keep Trying" are my songs, fandango2girl and you have no right to them because I feel special about them. :)