Discalimer: I don't own iCarly… or any characters… or that random duck that is watching you… well, maybe the duck.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry… it's been over a week and I said a few days, but I've been busy! I swear! Hope it's worth the wait…

Sam's POV

When I got home, I was alone. Again. My Mom has gone off to Las Vegas to get married. Again. I wouldn't be surprised if this guys was 80 and she married him for his money.

I went into the for ham, and I saw a note on the fridge.

Dear Sam,

I'm getting married! Can you believe it? George and I are so happy, and we'll be back from LV in a few weeks, after the honeymoon! There's some money in the pig behind the couch, and some in the jar on top the fridge. Have fun, and don't spend it all on ham, bacon, jerky, or smoothies!

Love you!

Mom

I sighed. She's never going to learn. My Dad was her one and only, and when he died, she went into a dating frenzy, ignoring her children, and sending one off to private school, and my younger sister off to the adoption agency. I haven't seen Karlyn in almost 10 years, and she was only a year old. That would make her…11 years old. Because of my stupid Mom, I missed out on ten years of Karlyn's life. I hope she doesn't hate us too much.

I walk up to my room, and find the shoebox in air vent. I open it, and get out my camera. It's brand spanking new, and I bought it with my own money, that I earned, not stole. After the whole Chili my Bowl incident, I've stayed away from jobs where I'd like to eat what I'm selling, so I work over at a little book stole a few streets down from here. Fredward and Carly would be so proud of me. I've had this job for two years now.

I put the camera in its case and put the note with the others in the almost full garbage bag. I went over and lay down on my bed, hoping that one day Freddie would have the courage to stand up to me, 'cause if he did, then maybe I'd have the courage to tell him that I didn't hate him. I closed my eyes, daydreaming of a world where I didn't have to lie to my best friends everyday.

The river was deep but I swam it, Janet.

The future is ours so let's plan it, Janet

So please don't tell me to can it, Janet

I've one thing to say and that's

Dammit, Janet, I love you...

I opened my eyes to my phone's ring tone. It was Freddie. As soon as I watched Rocky Horror, I knew that Freddie was just like Brad, but I could never be a "Janet"

"Hello Fredward," I said groggily.

Sam? Thank god! I thought you said you were coming for the meteor shower tonight?

"Yeah, Freddork, I am. What the rush?" I asked. It couldn't be later than 5:30.

Maybe you should look at a clock, because the meteor shower be happening any second now. It's almost 9 o'clock!

"I'll be there in a flash!" I yelled as I hung up my phone, and grabbed my camera. I ran down the stairs, slammed the door, and booked it all the way to Bushwell plaza. I didn't even take the elevator. I ran up all 12 flights of stairs, and the extra one to the roof. I got there just as I heard… "Okay, in 5, 4, 3, 2…"

"Hi, I'm Carly," she said as I ran in next to her.

"And I'm Sam."

"And this is iCarly!" we both yelled together.

We briefly told the camera what we were taping, since we weren't live, and we set up the camera.

"I didn't think you were going to make it?" I heard. I turned around to see a smirking Fredward, and my heart did a back flip.

"Yeah, well, I couldn't just leave Carly hanging like that, now could I," I said, hoping my voice was even.

He just nodded, and went back to working on something technological. That's when I saw it, the first meteor.

"Freddie! Carly! It's started!" I yelled, running towards them. Carly smiled, and Freddie just whistled, and checked that the camera was set up properly.

I tip-toed away, hoping that no one would notice. I made it to the other side of the roof, and I took out my camera. I tried, and succeeded, to muffle the sound it made when it turned on, and faced it at me.

"Hi, this is Sam Puckett, in Ms. Briggs Science class. I have chosen to do my project on meteor showers," I said as I turned the camera around, to let it see the falling meteors. Just then, I saw something shining out of the corner of my eye. I turned around, and saw a meteor, shining much brighter than the others.

"That's weird," I mumbled to myself. Then it clicked. It was a shooting star! What can I wish for? Money? All the ham and bacon in the world? Then I remembered my wish earlier today, and I altered it.

"I wish that Fredward Benson actually liked me, and that Carly would grow a tail… Oh! And that I would win that principle for a day thingy at school," I said, and I closed my eyes as the start passed by.

Freddie's POV

That was weird. I could have sworn that Sam was standing right next to Carly. I turned around and saw that she was standing on the other side of the roof, with her eyes closed. I looked in the general direction she was facing, and saw a shooting star. I should make a wish, but everyone knows that they never come true. Meh, it was worth a try.

I could ask for Carly to like me, but I don't like her anymore. I know what I really want.

"I wish that Sam Puckett would like me, that my Mom would let me be myself, that I would never get another tic bath, and that Carly would be happy," I said as I closed my eyes, and waited for the star to pass. After about 5 minutes, I opened my eyes to see a confused Carly.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just, you and Sam both had your eyes closed for the best part of the meteor shower, that's all," she said, turning to re-adjust the camera.

Dammit! I missed the best part! I looked over to where Sam was standing, and she had something in her hands, small and black, and it looked like she was talking. I shook my head. Maybe she really was crazy.

"Do you think we have enough footage?" Carly asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at the camera. He recorded the better part of an hour. "Yupp, just let me pack up, and I'll go put the equipment back in the studio," I said as I turned off the camera. I had everything packed up when I saw Sam walking towards us holding a… camera? I sighed. She must have recorded the shower for the science project Mr. Briggs gave us a month ago. I shook my head in her general direction, and continued packing up my stuff.

"Hey Carly, can I spend the night at your house," Sam asked.

"Your Mom and George?" I heard.

"Sure thing Sam, no problem," Carly said, so I assumed that Sam nodded her head.

I carried the equipment down to the studio, and said night to Sam and Carly. When I walked into my apartment, it was quiet, which was unusual, so I savoured it. I stripped down to my boxers, and went to bed, but I couldn't sleep.

Was the star for real? I mean, if it was, then tomorrow I wouldn't be getting a tic bath, that's for sure, and my Mom would actually let me shave, which I kinda needed to do. Maybe if I was lucky, my wish would come true. I closed my eyes, and thought of Sam sleeping at Groovie Smoothie's, looking so graceful and at peace. I sighed, and fell asleep thinking of nothing but her… my blonde headed demon of a best friend…

Okay, so I'm apologizing again. I'm so so so so sorry!!! I hoped you liked this chapter, and yeah, I know Freddie's POV was kinda suckish, but next chapter will be better, and it WILL be up by next week(: I have a long weekend coming up, so hurray for you(: Maybe I'll get two more chapter done :)

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