I read someone's profile page that said that they hated reading stories that just stopped in the middle of the story. And to let them know and anyone else who is wondering, I am doing my best to not be that kind of person. This story will continue till I'm finished with it. Then I will most likely write another iCarly fanfiction, seeing how I am addicted to writing about them. Anyway, here's another chapter for you to read.

I'm extremely grateful to those who are reviewing and adding my stories to their favorites. You guys are the absolute BEST! I'll keep writing for you because all of my readers inspire me to keep going. (I got an all time high last chapter by having over 400 readers to my story!) It's all thanks to you! So hopefully you enjoy my newest chapter. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, if you haven't figured that out by now.

-Amy

Carly's POV

I went to his dorm, gathering bits of courage with each step I took to his place. When I found the right room, I came so close to just chickening out. This was almost too scary, facing him after a year of not talking at all. And coming to tell him that my feelings hadn't changed since then. But I had to do it. My heart wouldn't let me run away.

Right when I raised her hand to knock on the door, Freddie opened the door. I backed away and almost took off but he grabbed my arm gently and led me inside. He was shocked at seeing me, I could tell immediately after knowing him for so long. I saw the hesitation from Freddie, kind of like he wasn't sure whether to smile or frown at seeing me. I was just stuck in place, couldn't seem to move a bit. There was little that had changed about him, but he still seemed to be a different person to me. Neither one of us said a word and I really started feeling discouraged about coming here and wanted to leave as soon as possible. But Freddie hadn't let go of my arm yet and I wondered silently if he felt the same little spark between us like I did.

"I'm not sure if I should hug you or push you away, Carly." Freddie stated, looking me directly in the eye. He let go of my arm and then walked to his couch and motioned for me to sit down. I did so and looked around me, noticing his place. It was small, very small actually. The living room had enough for just the love seat couch we were sitting in, a tiny coffee table and the small TV in the corner. Right behind the couch was a tiny hall way leading to the bedroom and probably a kitchen too, if I guessed correctly. It suddenly hit me that Freddie just might have a roommate and how awkward that situation would be.

"Well, I'm not asking for either one Freddie. I came here to say 2 things to you and then if you want, I'll leave." I told him, avoiding his direct stare at me.

"Ok. What do you want to say to me?" His voice was so cold and emotionless, and it scared me. What if he didn't have any feelings for me and his mom was wrong? I'd look like a fool in front of him and all of this would be for nothing. But I had come all this way and I wasn't going to give up, not just yet.

"Um…well this is hard for me…but I'm going to try anyway. Please don't interrupt?" He nodded and so I took a deep breath and continued. "I came here to say I'm sorry. Well, that's the first thing I need to say. I'm really really sorry. I left Seattle without an explanation to you. Or to anyone really, except Spencer. That was extremely wrong of me to do, especially to someone I love." Freddie's eyes opened wider after hearing the word 'love' and it was not past tense. I did that on purpose, trying to lead into the next part of what I needed to say. I needed to know what kind of reaction I will probably be facing.

"Well yeah and I am still mad that you did that…" Freddie interrupted me, and then closed his mouth realizing he had promised not to interrupt. "Sorry, go on…"

"And after I left, I did my best to forget you. To forget Sam and forget everything here. I figured going to a college out of state would be a great start of doing just that. Maybe my life would be better off without all of this. But before you freak out on me, I'm just going to say I was wrong. Extremely wrong about all of it Freddie." I put a hand on his and surprisingly he didn't pull away from my touch. I stopped talking for a little and just looked him in the eyes. I didn't realize until now that I had been tearing up. His face, however, was still emotionless.

"The second thing?" He urged me on.

"Yes, the second thing I need to say is that I love you. I couldn't forget you; I couldn't erase you from my mind. I couldn't do it and believe me, I really did try."

"Really? I didn't try."

"I'm sure you didn't. You've loved me since you met me."

"How are you so sure I'm still in love with you?" Just him saying that freaked me out. I got up and bolted to the door, but he jumped in front of me and blocked me leaving. I started crying, trying to push him out of the way.

"Carly, don't go. We need to talk." It was then that I noticed him tearing up too.

"I just told you how I feel. I told you the 2 things I needed to tell you. Now if you'll please let me leave before my heart breaks any more, I'd really appreciate it." Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I tried once more to make him get out of my way. But instead of moving, Freddie just put a hand to each cheek and wiped away the tears.

"I didn't say I wasn't in love with you, Carly."