Carly's POV:

It was a normal, rainy, crazy, thursday night. We had just finished Icarly. But It wasn't the same. Sam didn't seem as spontaneous as she usually was. I wondered if her mom...?

"Sam, are you okay?" I asked.

"Uh yeah, fine. Why?" She replied, obviously lying.

"No, your not fine. What's wrong?" I said, a little more anxious.

She didn't reply. She stared at the ground.

"If I told you, you would probably kick me out of your house and say 'Get out you creep!'..."

"Sam, we've been best friends since 6th grade, remember? That one afternoon at lunch.."

"I know, that is exactly why I can't tell you. I-I'm sorry."

"Can you please just tell me?" I said. Angrily.

"Fine, but don't blame me for you hating me after I tell you."

"Whatever. Just tell me!"

"Remember the day that you saw spence and I on the floor?"

"yes..?"

"Yeah well...uh. W-We kinda. Did something."
I stared at her confused.

"We kissed." She said quietly.

I stared at her. Many emotions swept through me. Worry, Anguish, Embarrasment (for whatever reason), Sadness, Disgust.

"Sam!" I said but was cut-off by Freddie jumping through the door to the Icarly studio. After the show, Sam asked him to leave for 'woman' reasons.

"Freddie, I told you-" Sam was cut off again.

"CARLY, SAM! ITS SPENCER! HE'S HURT!" Freddie yelled, practically screaming.

(Yes it's the same as the ending from last chapter just from Carly's POV...kind of as a recap :D)

I turned to see Freddie, with fear on his face. Sam had ran down the stairs to see what had happened. Yeah, she probably wanted to see her new boyfriend. My brother. Who is 30 years old. While Sam is 18. I shoved the thoughts away because I had better things to think about, like what happened to Spencer. I followed Freddie and ran down the wooden stairs.

The scene downstairs was not very pretty. Most of our stuff had been taken and blood covered the walls. And the floor.

"SPENCER?" I yelled to see if he was still here.

"Carly, someone had been in here. And I think they took your stuff. I wonder how the blood...unless Spencer...shit..." Freddie said.

Tears streaked my face. Along with Sam's. My first reaction was to call the police.

"Freddie, call the police.." I told him.

"Sam, come here." I asked.

She sniffled. "What?"

"Why? Just why?" I said angrily.

"Why? Because I got caught up in the moment. Your just glad I'm 18. I can't believe this though.." she explained, trying to change the subject at the end.

"Sam! What the hell? You don't get caught up in the moment with a 30 year old!

"You do if your name is Sam and you don't give a fuck about the law."

Freddie got ahold of the police and explained what had happened. About 15 minutues, which had felt like forever, the police had shown up. Freddie, Sam, and I were asked to go somewhere else while they had to investigate the scene. Freddie and I understood, but Sam, of course did not.

"Are you kidding me? You want us to go have fun knowing that you guys are trying to find out what happened to Spencer?" Sam said.

"Listen, we are trying to help you. We need to see if we can catch the DNA of the person who was here and whose blood that is-" The cop said pointing at the walls. "and we don't want you kids getting your own DNA on everything. So please, while we help you, please help us.." The cop said firmly.

"Sam, please lets go.." I said grabbing her hand even though I was still angry at her.

"Whatever. You assholes better find out-"

"Lets go!" I said interrupting her.