Chapter 14

A chapter to make up for the last one. Just a chapter that explains Sam's thoughts and things.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Narrator's P.O.V.

Sam slouched in her lumpy couch, taking the remote off the coffee table and clicked the T.V. on. She surfed through the channels, finding none that she likes.

Sam loved weekends. It was a time when she could be alone and no one could make fun of her, or insult her or anything. She loved being alone. She was always at peace, despite the mistakes she had done. Being alone was a way for her to understand herself, and the battles she's going through. She was herself, that drifted away from others, and she needed to find a way to get back. It's a time when she could think of ways to make peace with Carly, or get her back, because she knows Carly is kind of regretting everything she'd done.

Carly.

She could see it in her eyes how regretful she was of doing everything that was mean to Sam. Even if it was only a little bit of emotion, there was a chance Sam would forgive her.

Sam sighed and set up her PS3 to start playing MW3. She loved this game, especially because her and her mom played this all the time…

Until she went away and died.

Sam sighed, pressing random buttons on the controller until she finally got to shoot someone. After the game ended, her stomach growled, so she stood up and went to her kitchen before stopping. Wait, I have no food. She thought, and walked out of the house, her nose already feeling a bit numb because of the weather. She started walking into the fog, shivering madly.

She pulled the collar of her coat up more, covering her entire mouth to shield herself from the biting winds of winter. Today, for some wild reason, snow was pouring heavily down onto the streets, covering houses with a blanket of white powder. The sun was nowhere to be seen, but a single sun ray shone through a small opening in the clouds.

Sam strode through the thick snow, her snow boots getting covered with the icy fluff. She tripped on an invisible branch hidden beneath the snow, resulting a picture of her figure in the snow. She huffed and stood up, the snow knee-high, and continued walking through it. She grew tired a few seconds later, so she tried climbing up to the surface of the snow, being cautious because she might fall through.

Her scarf was now even whiter, and her hair shone in the faint light coming from the sky. Snow flakes reflected off her hair, and she shook them off, shivering lightly. She took her gloves off, now soaked with melted snow, and placed them inside her coat pockets, before digging her hands into them. She sighed, looking at her exhaled breath, visible in the winter air.

Sam trudged her way to the top of the hill, leading to the grocery store before stopping. She noticed the playground her and Freddie met Carly. They were such little children, getting along so well and being happy the whole day. Sam smiled at the thought.

You see, Sam and Freddie's fathers knew each other, so they met when they were a baby. They'd always play in the play pen, playfully hitting each other with soft stuffed animals, or share a crib with the same blanket laid on top of them. Once when they were around 7, they were playing at the park and stumbled into a little brunette girl who is known as Carly.

~Flashback~

"You can't catch me! Haha!" Sam giggled, running around in the warm sand. Freddie was currently chasing her, and quickly running out of breath.

"Samantha, Fredward, be careful please! Don't hurt yourselves!" Freddie's dad, Nathan, warned. He took a chip out of the bag that was on the table set out in front of him.

"Yeah, be careful!" Joe, Sam's dad, agreed. He snatched the chip away from Nathan before he could place it in his mouth, and shoved it into his own mouth, moaning at the barbeque taste that accompanied its crunchy texture.

"We will! Promise!" Sam grinned, giving her father two thumbs up. Freddie caught up to Sam, who was still frozen in her spot, seen giving her dad two thumbs up. Freddie tackled Sam onto the grass and started laughing. Sam's giggles soon turned into a fit of laughter, and soon Sam and Freddie's voices mixed in the air.

"Gotcha!" Freddie smiled, laying down on the grass beside her.

Sam calmed down from giggling. "Haha, don't do that! You're gonna make me laugh very hard!" Sam said, giggling once again.

"Are you ticklish?" Freddie asked, smirking at Sam. He raised his hands and placed them in the air on top of her tummy.

"Um—" But Sam didn't have a chance to answer because Freddie had already started tickling her furiously. "Haha! Okay! Okay! Stop!" Sam laughed, throwing her arms in many directions as Freddie tickled her.

Freddie laughed at the sight of Sam giggling and trying to squirm away from his touch, and stopped. "I knew you were ticklish." He smirked cockily.

"Be quiet." She said with a smile.

"Um… hi…" A voice was heard behind them, breaking their tickling war.

Automatically, Sam and Freddie stood up, and Freddie stepped in front of her to protect her, by instinct."Who are you?" Freddie asked, pushing Sam behind him completely.

"Freddie, relax!" Sam smiled. "She looks harmless." Sam stepped out from behind Freddie. "Hi! My name is Sam! This is my friend, Freddie!" Sam stuck her hand out.

"My name is Carly… My mom told me to come and play with you, so here I am…" Little Carly confessed sheepishly while shaking Sam's hand.

"Okay… well, you want to come play with us? My friend here was just tickling me, and he's going to stop, right?" Sam shot a pleading look to Freddie. When Freddie didn't answer because he was too busy observing Carly to see if she was really good or evil, Sam snapped her right hand in front of his face.

He finally concluded that the strange girl meant no harm, and she truly did just want to play. "Um, yeah." Freddie said, grabbing Sam's hand and grabbing Carly's arm and leading them to a tree. "So, what do you guys want to play?" He asked with a smile.

"Hide and seek! Freddie and I will hide, and you seek! Okay?" Sam said to Carly giving her a warm smile.

Carly smiled. At least they were nice. "Okay!" She covered her eyes with her hands. "1…2…"

As soon as Carly started counting, Sam ran to a different tree and grabbed a hold of it before climbing up. "Sam! Don't hurt yourself!" Freddie shouted helplessly at her.

~End Flashback~

Funny how Freddie used to like Sam when they were little, and it shifted to Carly. Sam always used to think that all lives would end up very happy, especially when your 18. Guess she was wrong.

Sam looked at the ground, but only seeing half the image of the ground because her scarf—or Freddie's scarf—was blocking some of the view. Sam kicked the white snow, pivoted her feet away from the park, and started walking to the grocery store.

She walked inside, shaking off the snow from her snow boots and grabbed a basket, roaming around to see what kinds of foods she wanted to buy. Honestly, she had a lot of money right now because of the things she sold. She ended up buying a loaf of warm bread from the bakery inside the store, some candy to eat for a snack, 2 packages of bacon, a whole ham, ready-made steak, jello in a pudding cup, corned beef, and some water bottles.

When she was done with her grocery shopping, she paid for it, made her back home, and finishing another quiet Sunday with a feast.

A chapter with only Sam-related things. Thanks for reading! I really loved how this turned out because I edited it using more words and describing things with different words.

Review? Yes?

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