Yep, not over yet. About ehhh, 2-3 more chapters? This chapter is mostly about 'the breakup' yeah, I know, FINALLY. & looking back at my first ever iCarly fanfic. Ugh, I don't get how people survived through it.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

Narrator's P.O.V.

(importanteh A/N at the end.)

Freddie awoke at the feeling of someone moving beside him. He opened his eyes slowly to see a flurry of blonde hair wave before him. He smiled softly, knowing whose hair it was. His eyes looked below him to see Sam sleeping, cuddling with him. Her eyes were still closed, and her arms were in front of her, pinned between his chest and her chest. She was taking even breaths, with her eyebrows scrunched together.

Freddie chuckled a little bit, kissing Sam on her forehead before reaching into his pocket to find his cell phone. He checked the time, reading 6:30 a.m. This means they had about an hour to get ready for school, if Sam even wanted to go to school.

As if she knew she only had one hour to get ready, she stirred in her sleep, mumbling unintelligent words in the air. Her eyes opened, only to travel up to meet Freddie's brown ones. She smiled.

"Hey. Good morning." Freddie said, sitting up, and helping her sit up too. He gave her a peck on the lips.

"Hi." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse from last night. She laid her head on Freddie's shoulder, examining the covered wound on her arm and hand.

"So uh, are you going to school today?" He asked, staring at the horizon. She just nodded, continuing to play with the handkerchief on her hand and wrist.

"I can't miss another day; I need to graduate." She explained, standing up. Freddie stood up, too, walking with her to the elevator on the side.

They walked to his car, and Freddie drove her to her house, so she could get ready for school. Freddie followed her, waiting in the living room until she finishes.

Her voice echoed throughout the house. "You know you can come in my bedroom. It's not like it's the first time you've ever seen me naked." She winked, walking to her bedroom. He smiled, also walking to her bedroom and locking the door. Thankfully, she had a change of his clothes there. How? He didn't know.

~x0x0x~

Sam splashed her face with warm water, to open up her pores. She cleansed her face with the facial cleanser sitting near the sink while Freddie was cleaning up the blood on the floor and the sink. She then splashed her face with water once again, to get rid of the soap on her face. Afterwards, she applied just a little bit of makeup, and let her hair down from the ponytail it was in. Her crimped hair fell down over her shoulders, since last night it was raining and her hair was curled.

She ran a hairbrush through her hair, trying to get rid of any tangles. She turned to Freddie, was smirking at her while she got ready for school. He was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing that black long sleeve that reached his elbows polo shirt that he wore at Troubled Waters. It was one of her favorite shirts.

He walked over to her, opening the cupboard and getting out a first aid kit. "And surprisingly you have one here." She shrugged. He opened it, taking out the Hydrogen Peroxide antiseptic bottle placed in the corner of the case. He took off the cap and took Sam's hand to take the cloth off. He then poured some on the wound, so it wouldn't get infected. The cold liquid splashed onto her skin. It didn't hurt, not at all, in fact, it was kind of refreshing. He stuck a bandage onto both her cuts.

"Does it still hurt?" She nodded. Freddie kissed it. "How about now? Does it feel better?"

"No." She responded in an obstinate manner. He curtly rolled his eyes, smirked, and took her hand gently.

"Let's go."

~x0x0x~

They walked through the morning breezes of Seattle, but going through a different way than they used to go through. "Freddie," Sam spoke. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He answered, leading her through the trees and the sidewalk. "And here we are." Sam looked around, quietly gasping and smiling.

It was the park again. The park where they met Carly, and where their dads used to take them to play every day. The swings were still, with the slide resting next to them. The benches were sitting at their usual spot, under the roof that the owner built. Sam looked around, her eyes stopping on a familiar tree.

She started walking toward it, with Freddie following behind. "I came here the other day." She commented, gently stroking the tree as if looking for something that would change her entire life. "I totally forgot to check up on our tree." She turned around to face him, smiling. He grinned, walking up to the tree and circling it before finding what he was trying to look for.

"Hey, found it." He said, motioning her to come to him. When she was right next to him, he pointed to a marking on the tree:

S&F forever! 2.14.1998 – ∞

Sam giggled, kneeling down to get a better look at the marking. "I remember saying that my letter should go first because I was cooler. And you argued saying yours should go first because it comes before S." She laughed, sitting on the grass in front of the marking. Freddie laughed along with her.

"And you still got to have your letter come first." He sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned into his embrace. Freddie's other hand searched for a sharp stick, and he held it up, writing something under their marking from '98.

S&F forever 4.24.2013 – ∞

Sam smiled, standing up and commenting, "You're such a dork," Before running to the swings. Freddie ran after her, pushing her on the swings so she could swing higher and higher; her goal being able to touch the tree. She jumped off high in the air, risking a major injury, but lucky for her, Freddie had caught her. "You always have to ruin my fun." She pouted, and he just chuckled and kissed her.

~x0x0x~

They walked through the big double doors of Ridgeway, hand-in-hand, air rushing out and hitting them in the face. "So, you'll grab our backpacks from the office?" Sam asked Freddie, before coming to a stand-still.

Carly Shay was glaring at Sam, as if she had done something wrong. Sam shrunk back, gripping on Freddie's hand tighter, despite the pain it sent to her cuts. Freddie was looking at Carly in disappointment.

He kissed Sam on the lips for about 4 seconds, whispering to her, 'go to class.' And she nodded. He kissed her once again on her temple before advancing towards Carly, who's face was now wearing a confused look and stared at Freddie.

"Carly."

"Why did you kiss her?" She suddenly asked, pushing away her friends that were in her way. She walked up to Freddie.

"Because, she's my girlfriend and I'm breaking up with you." And at this, the whole school practically gasped, as if it was the most shocking thing in the world. Carly opened her mouth to say something, but Freddie was the first to explain.

"No, Carly. It's time for me to do the talking. You never let me speak." He took a deep breath and sighed, closing his eyes. "Let's just say, Sam and I don't know you anymore." He opened his eyes. "You used to be the most bubbly person we've ever met, and you'd forgive us no matter what. Remember when we first met you? You were so harmless, and we made a pact that we were going to stay best friends forever, and let no one tear us apart. Remember?

"But, you let her break our friendship." He pointed to Cindy, who glared at him. "We used to be the iCarly trio: the inseparable. But somehow, you let her become friends with you, and you accepted her offer of being known by everybody, and to risk the wonderful friendship you and Sam had. You accepted it. And to think for one second you cared about her.

Freddie sighed. "Sam? She knows her limits. She knows when to apologize, how to make everything the way it was. And without her, the problems you make, it ends up like a whole apocalypse. Like this problem. Except Sam, she knows her limits to her pranks. But you? You're worse. You make her life more than a living hell, that led her to think that no one was there for her to help her. You know what you made her do? She was convinced to cut herself. Fuck, you convinced her to suicide, because she thought no one cared about her. Like no one gave a damn. But someone did. I did. Because I was the only person there for her at that time. I stopped her from ending her life all too soon, because I knew she would regret it, and let's face it: I can't live my life without her.

"Do you know how difficult her life is right now? She's alone, her mom passed away. Her home lacks of good food, her home is breaking down for fuck's sake! Then you added even more trouble by bullying her. You broke her Carly."

Carly was taken aback by all this. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide, and her eyebrows scrunched together. It was as if the 'coolness' wall that she put up, broke down and made her realize what she's become. "Freddie… I'm sorry."

"No." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Apologize when you actually mean it." He said, walking away to get his and Sam's backpacks.

Whew. That was a long rant. Also, I forgot to mention.
Guys, don't let anyone bring you down to the point when you think of giving up your life, in other words: committing suicide. I've also thought of committing suicide, believe it or not, but I had remembered, we're living and breathing for a reason. It was to make this world better, the world God has given us. (I'm a Christian, js.)
He doesn't want us to end our lives for nothing, because he knows we'd regret it and he doesn't want us to give up our hopes and dreams, he wants us to go somewhere in life.
If you ever need someone to talk to, talk to someone who has thought the same thing as you, but have recovered from thinking that. I'm one of them.
Please, If any of you are thinking about committing suicide, please please please don't.

Review? Yes?

~msicellaneousmystery~