I know it's been way over a year since I last updated. I am so incredibly sorry but I had writer's block, I was lazy, lacked motivation, and I was busy with other things. Also, the last season of iCarly wasn't exactly very enjoyable that I stopped watching it. I didn't even watch the series finale. I know what happened and I can't believe it. I guess that's what fan fiction is for huh? Lol

Anyway, I was going to delete this story altogether but I randomly decided to read it again and I realized that I have this story very well planned and I didn't want it to go to waste. Someone on Twitter even asked me if I was going to update so I figured why not. I understand if the people who have read and reviewed this story don't want to read it anymore but I hope you do. If you're a new reader, I hope you enjoy.

Carly's POV

I was anxious for two reasons. The main reason being that Brad completely surprised me by asking me out on a date. I was so focused on trying to figure out if Freddie had talked to Sam that I was completely oblivious to Brad having any sort of romantic feelings towards me. I really like Brad too so I couldn't say no to him. We just didn't have the time to make any plans and I didn't see him during lunch because he had a meeting.

The second reason being Freddie and Sam. Freddie told me that he was going to talk to her after school. I was waiting for them to walk by my locker, full of smiles and teasing each other a little bit but time seemed to be going by a little too slow for me. Why wasn't anyone by my locker already?

A few minutes later, brad approached me. My heart started pounding hard against my chest and I could feel the temperature of my cheeks rising just a little bit. He looked so cute in his skinny black pants, navy blue sweater, and his slightly messy hair. I always thought of Brad as an attractive and cool guy but I have never considered him as a guy I would want to date until we started spending more time together. All the time we spent trying to come up with crazy plans to get my two best friends back together made me realize that Brad is not only smart but he is very sweet and caring. This was the first time I found myself falling for a guy not because of their face, their body, or even saving my life but for just being himself around me. I found myself smiling as we stood next to me.

"Hi, Brad. How was your day?" I asked.

"Busy. How about yours?"

"The same. I need a break."

"Me too…"

We stood in an awkward silence. Neither of us wanted to talk about going out on a date together. I already said yes but why was it awkward all of a sudden? I had no idea what to say to him but he seemed like the kind of guy that doesn't ask out many girls so I decided to suck it up and say something.

"So Brad, what did you have in mind? For the date I mean?" I ask him as I felt my cheeks become warmer again.

"Well I, I um. I don't know. I kind of just said it, I didn't think about planning it out," he responded. He looked a little embarrassed as he looked down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's okay. How about something simple like a movie at my place right now?" I suggested, hoping that would calm him down too. This wasn't exactly easy for me either.

"Okay." He sighed. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah…" I said, looking around.

"Freddie?"

"Yeah. He was supposed to talk to Sam about getting back together but-"

I stopped myself when I saw Freddie walk towards his locker, looking very sad. Did he talk to Sam? Did she reject him? Did he chicken out?! I was so curious. I watched him as he picked up a few books and walked towards me. He didn't say anything to me, he didn't even look at us.

"Freddie? What happened?" I managed to ask before he left.

"Nothing," he said and continued to walk away.

My heart broke. Why weren't things going according to plan? I just wanted Freddie and Sam to be happy but things never seem to work for them. I turned to look at Brad. He looked just as concerned.

"What do you think happened?" I asked him.

"Uh… I think that happened," he said as he pointed to Sam and a guy I have never seen walk towards us.

They were laughing together. Sam was never this nice to a guy. They looked like they have known each other for a long time. He wasn't unattractive. His skin was tan and his eyes were bright blue. He was just a little bit taller than Sam and dressed similarly to Brad. I stared at them as Sam reached her locker and opened it to take a few pieces of turkey bacon out for her and her friend.

"Sam? What are you doing?" My tone was a bit strong. I wasn't happy.

"Oh hey, Carls? Turkey bacon?" she put a piece in front of me but I just shook my head.

"I thought you were going to talk to Freddie?"

"Oh shit. I forgot! Have you seen him?"

"Yes, Sam. He left already. Who's this?" I asked angrily. I know I sounded a little rude but you don't just agree to talk to your ex and then show up with a different guy.

"Relax. This is Mickey. Carly meet Mickey, Mickey this is Carly. My best friend," she smiled.

"Hi," he said politely and reached for my hand. "My name is Michael but everyone calls me Mickey."

"Nice to meet you, Michael," I said, shaking his hand quickly.

"Uh Carly. Mickey is an old friend. We used to live in the same building when we were kids and he just moved back to Seattle. How cool is that?"

Now that makes sense. My expression went from annoyed and angry to not angry and annoyed. I probably shouldn't have assumed the worst. Maybe she will talk to Freddie later.

"Oh sorry. My head is somewhere else," I explained as I looked at Brad and shrugged my shoulder.

"So how did you two become friends?" asked Brad.

Sam's POV

Flashback

The apartment a few doors down from ours was empty for a very long times. I didn't think anyone was ever going to live there again. Sometime's I'd go in there and draw on the walls when no one was looking, and that really made the landlord angry because it meant that he had to hire people to paint the walls all over again. It was hilarious to watch him react like that while I played in the patio, acting like I didn't do anything.

One day, I saw many men carrying boxes into the empty apartment. Someone was finally moving in. It felt weird to see so many people enter and leave the place because I was so used to seeing it so empty for so long. It turned out that a woman and her son moved in. I didn't see any other children so I assumed he was an only child. I also noticed that the boy didn't have a father. Maybe he never got to meet his father like me.

A few days later, I saw the boy sitting on the floor of the patio. He was playing by himself with a rubber ball, just bouncing it up and down. I decided to sit by him. There were other kids playing but none of them paid much attention to him and they didn't really like playing with me because I liked to rip the heads off their Barbie dolls.

I grabbed a few flowers from the garden and a doll I found lying around. Finders keepers. I sat across from the boy. He seemed a little shy because he looked at me for a second and then put his head down. I took a flower and put it in my mouth, chewing it until it was into tiny little pieces and mixed up with my saliva. I guess my chewing was a little loud because the boy looked up and gave me a funny look. Then, I turned around and one of the little girls that lived a few doors down was looking at me too. I stuck my tongue out at her, exposing the chewed up flower.

"EEWWW. That's gross," she yelled with a disgusted look on her face and ran back to the other girls she was playing with.

The boy that just moved in busted into laughter and I couldn't help but laugh too.

"You're funny," he stated.

"What's your name, kid?" I asked.

"Michael. But my mom calls me Mickey because she says she loved Mickey Mouse when she was little," he said with a hint of shyness.

"I'm Sam. Finally someone who doesn't play with dolls moved here. Why did you move here?"

"Mom said it was cheap. Where do you live?"

"Oh, right there," I said, pointing to my apartment.

"You live close to me. That's cool!"

I placed the doll I found on the ground sitting down and took the ball Mickey. He gave me a weird look but I grinned. I aimed and threw the ball at the doll, knocking it over. Mickey laughed and we took turned hitting the hideous doll over until Mickey's mom called him for dinner.

I spent the next few weeks playing with Mickey all the time. He was my only friend and even though we were different, we had a lot of in common. He was a little shy but he opened up quickly once I showed interest in playing with him. He loved playing pranks on all the girls in the building. One time, we filled water balloons with spaghetti sauce and we hid behind a balcony. We lived on a very busy street so there were people walking by the building all the time. An older kid that looked like he was in middle school walked by with a girl. She didn't seem to like him much but he kept following her so we threw two balloons at him. One landed on his head and the other on his back. The girl he was following around laughed so hard her eyes started to water. He walked away in embarrassment.

What I liked about Mickey, besides the fact that he was mischievous like me, he understood some of the serious things that I went through. Just like me, Mickey didn't know who his real father was. He said that his dad bailed a week before he was born while my dad left my mom the minute he found out that she was pregnant. He understood that living with a single mom was hard because we couldn't get all the toys we wanted like other kids. We had to work with whatever we had which was fine because we didn't need a lot to have fun. Just a few kids to mess with.

One day, Mickey and I were spying on some of the people in the buildings across from ours but he wasn't enjoying it as much as I was.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, putting my dollar store binoculars down.

"My mom has a boyfriend. His name is Nelson," he responded. He didn't look very happy.

"So? My mom always has a new boyfriend," I stated.

"She says this is her first boyfriend since my dad left. I don't like him."

The months passed by and Mickey slowly learned to like Nelson back. He actually loved him. He used to bring Mickey a lot of new toys that he shared with me. He even took him all the way to Disneyland and Mickey brought me back a bunch of Mickey Mouse lollipops. They played together a lot and his mom seemed a lot happier. Before Mickey's mom started sating Nelson, she would come to my apartment all the time to complain about men with my mom.

The only problem with Nelson was that he lived in California but he traveled a lot to Seattle because his parents live there. His visits became less frequent because the trips were very expensive. Mickey's mom and Nelson were dating for a little over a year.

One day, I went over to Mickey's place because he said he wanted me to play some video games with him. When I walked in, I saw a few flat boxes on the floor and Mickey laying face down on the couch. His shoulders were shaking a little bit. Was he crying?

"Mickey? What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing his shoulders and turning him around. His eyes were red and cheeks stained with tears. He wiped his face with his hands.

"We're moving to California," he sobbed.

What? Mickey was my only friend. Without him, I was stuck playing ridiculous pranks on other people by myself. He was the only person that understood me and he was leaving. I didn't want him to go and I could tell by his crying that he didn't want to leave either.

"Why?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"We're moving in with Nelson…"

Mickey's mom approached us and sat next to Mickey but faced me. I looked at her with a very serious expression.

"Sam, I know you two are very close friends but this is what's best for us. I really hope that one day you'll understand. We'll figure out a way to stay in touch."

I nodded. Mickey and I went to the room to play for a little while before he had to start packing.

A couple of days later, the apartment that was a few doors down was empty again. I stood outside of my door. I couldn't say bye to Mickey because they were in a hurry to get to the airport. I just stared at them. Mickey turned around to look at me one last time. He waved at me and I waved back. I watched them until they were no longer in sight. Then, I simply walked back into my apartment to play by myself.

Mickey and I never stayed in touch because a few days later, my mom got a new job and it paid enough that we could move to a small house. Not only did my address change but my phone number changed too. I didn't have Mickey's number, his mom had ours. I eventually got over and accepted the fact that I was never going to see Mickey again.

End of Flashback.

"Awww that is so sad?" cried Carly, literally. She even took out a napkin that she kept from lunch earlier.

"So that's the last time you guys saw each other?" asked Brad.

"Yeah. How long as it been Mickey? Like ten years?"

"That's a long time. I honestly didn't expect to see you on my first day of school."

"Dittio," I smiled.

Before we knew it, we were in front of Carly's building. I was excited about seeing Mickey again that I decided to not go to Carly's place so that we could catch up. We said our goodbyes and we walked all around town.

A part of me didn't feel right for some reason though. I was still thinking about Freddie and I was secretly a little worried over what he wanted to tell me. I had a feeling that with Mickey being back in Seattle, things were going to be a lot more complicated between me and Freddie.

Woo. There you go. I hope you enjoyed it. This was sort of a filler but I wanted to add some back story. I originally didn't plan on writing a flashback but I really didn't know what to do with this chapter.

Anyway, the next chapter will be filled with Carly and Brad action as well as some Freddie and Sam moments.

I hope you all have a fantastic day.

PS. I recently discovered Wattpad. I downloaded the app and I've been reading nonstop and that's pretty much where I got my inspiration back from. I think it's been over a year since I've been planning on writing my own original story and posting it on Wattpad. Would you guys be interested in reading it? Let me know.