A/N: Would you believe me if I told you I got FIFTEEN FABULOUS reviews for last chapter? Cuz I, myself, cannot believe it. It took my brain half a day before it finishes processing the data. I was grinning from ear to ear and doing the double fist dance in my room. I was totally freaking out.

Stick to the end peepz! I have an important announcement to make.

Disclaimer: If I own iCarly, Seddie should have happened in the pilot episode. :)

Bringing Carly Shay Down

Chapter 3: New Waves and Puking Sessions

Wednesday, September 3, 8:55 PM

Bushwell Plaza, Puckett Apartment, 8E, Sam and Melanie's room

"What's this, Mel?"

Melanie crosses her arms across her chest and a sly smile forms in her strawberry lip glossed lips. "Obviously, it's a journal." She says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I know it's a journal. I'm asking, what is it for?"

She fixes her bangs and brushes them with her fingers as she replies, "I see you're doing a lot of writing. Maybe you wanna put your feelings here." She taps her fingers on the small yellow book.

On the front cover is a saying, "It is more blessed to give than to receive." I stare at it for a few seconds then avert my gaze to Melanie. I look at her sternly.

"You're not happy." My doppelganger frowns.

"Mel, I don't think I need this." I push the book which is resting on the study table back to her.

She looks at it for a second. "You need it, Sam. I know you need it."

"Cyril." I correct her. "It's Cyril."

"We're inside the apartment and it's only the three of us inside; me, you and Mom. I don't see any reason why I should still call you that name." Melanie sits on the bed and crosses her legs. "We don't speak to each other at school! Well there was that other time when you know, Carly asked how are you doing...that was the only time I've spoken to you. Plus, we only have two classes together which are History and P.E." She goes on. "The only time we can interact with each other and treat ourselves siblings is whenever we are at home and then you don't want me to call you Sam?"

I shrug, trying to think of a proper excuse. "We're just being careful!"

"Being careful? No, Sam. This thing is going overboard. I'm your sister! And I don't think you're just trying to protect yourself, you're running away from something. From someone."

"And what are you trying to say, huh?"

She's lost it. "Oh come on, Sam! Stop acting so dumb! You know who I'm referring to!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I look away from her and take a bite of my cob corn. I click the search button and the first set of results appear. Google indicates that there are 12,700,000 results in total and 0.09 seconds to complete the search.

"Freddie recognizes you."

I flinch. My heart stops. That's it. Here comes this funny feeling again; my chest tightens and my stomach lurches. I rub my chest and run to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, locking it. I hear Melanie's footsteps growing louder. She's coming. There are knocks on the door and Melanie's voice echoes from the other side. "Sam? Oh my gosh! Are you alright? Open the door!"

I press my left palm on the cold sink and look at my reflection. I feel nauseous. My head starts spinning and the pain in my chest worsens, making it more difficult to breathe. I unlock the door and immediately go to the sink again and vomit.

Melanie rubs my back. "Are you sick?"

I take a quick glance at her and shrug.

She doesn't seem to believe me. "Don't go to school tomorrow."

Thursday, September 4, 2:58 PM

Ridgeway High, 1st floor, Math class

Here I am, sitting in Math class. I'm stubborn. Melanie doesn't know I'm here. This morning, I pretended to be asleep so she doesn't find out what I'm planning to do. She goes to school first then I wait for about fifteen minutes before getting up. I reach school before the late alarm rings. The only problem is that I have History and P.E. with her. But lucky me, I don't have those subjects every Thursday. MWAHAHAHAHA.

The thing is, Dip Head is sitting beside me, bombarding me with questions. Yep, he hasn't gotten over the whole Death of Sam thing. He hasn't stopped since last Tuesday, when he heard my not-so-good conversation with my ex-best friend Carly.

He passes a paper to me and I take it. Without unfolding the paper, I already know what's written on it. I open it anyways.

Explain everything to me, please?

I roll my eyes. Annoying little nub.

I reply and pass the paper to him. He unfolds it and reads my response.

Y does it mtter 2 u? STOP BUGGING MEH.

At the corner of my eye, I see Freducation compose his reply. He scratches something.

Ugh, Math class is so boring! At least this paper chatting is keeping me awake.

Sam's my friend. I know she didn't treat me hers but I always think of her as one of my best friends. She's like a sister to me and it matters because I care for her.

I stare at his last message. What was that? I read it for over ten times before comprehending what the message says. Finally, my brain processes down the data and instructs me to write back.

OK, but I ain't telling u evrythng. When Sam transferred to my school, we instntly bcame friendz. She's wacky and all... those r d reasons y i lyked her. We bcame close until dis big incident happened. She had a problem, rlly personal tht she didn't wnt any1 to know about it. She strted 2 change. And then 1 day, she didn't come to school. I was about 2 drop by her place wen I saw an ambulance in frnt of her house carrying her w/ a stretcher. D nxt day, evryone was tlkin about her.

Sam Puckett committed suicide.

He read the whole thing and I swear you should have seen the look on his face. It's as if he's going to puke or something. He gives me this odd look and writes back. I kind of feel guilty. I lied to him again.

Half of it is actually true so... I don't have to feel guilty, right? My sister and I are the only ones who know the real story behind my sudden disappearance four years ago.

There are only three words on the paper when he passes it back to me.

Why?

When?

How?

I start scribbling again and give him my last message.

Imma answer the last question only. The answer is...

PILLS.

Thursday, September 4, 4:36 PM

Bushwell Plaza, Lewbert's Lobby

"NO RED HEADS IN MY LOBBY!"

I smirk at him and give him a bad finger. He grabs his fork and attempts to throw it to me when the elevator door opens. The fork hits nothing but the marble floor. The door closes.

I reach eighth floor and fumble the keys in my pocket. I walk to 8E, our apartment, and toss the keys in the air and catch it with my left hand, a stunt Melanie find very amusing. Luckily, Melanie's at school attending a weird club meeting and won't be home 'til five. That means I'll have the whole apartment by myself. Weee!

A voice startles me from behind, making me jump a little. "You live there?"

"What are you doing here, nub?"

His eyes widen a little. "No one calls me nub!"

"Oh yes, someone does. Me." I smile at him deviously and enters the key in the keyhole.

"I mean, no one calls me nub except for one person." Freddie says.

"Yeah and that would be me." I twist the knob and give the door a little push.

"That one person is Sam Puckett."

I freeze.

"Why did she kill herself?" Freddie asks in monotone. He's dead serious now. I ignore him but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

"Why?"

"Lemme go!" I try to shove his hand but he tightens his grip. When did he become this strong?

"After you tell me the reason!" Freddie insists. "I know you know every single detail. You said so yourself!"

"No, I didn't!"

Two people come to pass by. Two dark haired people who are about to enter apartment 8C stopped dead on their tracks. The older brother walks to us. "Excuse me. What's going on here?"

Freddie lets go of my wrist and gives the man a short, quick glance. "She's a new friend. Her name's Cyril."

I fake a smile. "Hello, Spencer."

His eyes grow the size of two tennis balls. "How did you know my name?" He exclaims.

OH NO.

"I, uh..."

"How about we all go inside and have some special lemonade?" The younger sister suggests. "Right, Spencer?"

"I think that's a good idea, Carly." He nods. "Let's all go inside."

Wait, WHAT? Me, going there? No, no, no, no!

"You see, I have to go now because..."

"Come on, Cyril! You just live a few steps away from The Shay's." He grins at me and drags me inside.

A pang of anger stabs my heart. I'm gonna get you, Freddie. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow.

But I'm gonna get you.

Four Years Ago

Puckett Household, living room

Pam sat on the couch, resting her legs on the table. "Whaddya wanna talk about?"

Sam and Melanie exchanged glances before Sam cleared her throat. Melanie gulped. "I want to go to the same school where Melanie attends."

Pam burst into laughter. "WHAT, YOU WANNA GO WHERE?"

Melanie squeezed her sister's cold hand.

"What makes you think of that?" Pam questioned one of her daughters, finally straightening up.

"I want to start a new life." Sam replied simply.

Their mother raised an eyebrow. "A new life? Sam, are you high?"

"I just want to be the perfect daughter for you." Sam answered. Pam's jaw fell to the ground.

"I-if that's your decision then." Pam nodded as she talked, still shocked because of Sam's sudden change. "When are you taking the entrance test?"

"Tomorrow." Sam's eyes were hard as stone, the once lively blue eyes gone. It was the day she decided to change for the better, the day she decided to leave everything behind her. Things were never the same since then.

Or so she thought.

Thursday, September 4, 10:33 PM

Bushwell Plaza, Puckett Apartment, 8E, Sam and Melanie's bedroom

"YOU WENT TO SCHOOL? WHY?" Melanie's nostrils are flaring up.

"Because it's fun?" I guess...

"School is never fun for you, Sam." Melanie dead panned.

After the drama last night, I've finally decided to let her call me Sam. I don't want to argue with her again.

"Whatev." I roll my eyes, turning back to the screen. More than twelve million results.

"What are you doing?" Melanie peaks from my shoulder. "iCarly?"

"Yeah. I'm doing a little research." I take a sip from my Peppy Cola. "I haven't visited this site for years."

"What are you planning this time?"

I chuckle. "You'll see."

Awkward silence fills the room. It doesn't last. Melanie clears her throat. "Hey, let's play a game."

"What game?" I look at her.

"I'm going to ask you ten questions and you're gonna answer hate or love, depending on what you think about the things I'm going to say. Clear?"She raises her eyebrows.

"Clear." I give her a thumbs up. "Come on, shoot."

"Carly Shay?"

"HATE.."

Melanie laughs. "Carrots?"

I throw a disgusted look on her face. "HATE."

"Spinach?"

"Eew, gross. HATE!"

"Adults?"

"HATE." I say in a boring tone.

"Stripes on boys?"

"HATE."

"Homework?"

"HATE."

"Turkey leg?"

"LOVE!"

"Bacon?"

"LOVE!"

"Ham?"

"LOVE!"

"Freddie Benson?"

"LOVE."

OH MY GOD.

WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

"I knew it, Sam. I knew it!" Melanie does the double fist dance and jumps on the bed. "YOU LOVE FREDDIE BENSON!"

"Shut up, Melanie!" I throw the empty can of soda at her. "SHUT UP!"

"Just admit it already, Sam. You're in love with him!" She smiles at me and creates a little heart with her hands.

"NO WAY! THAT WAS JUST A MISTAKE! YOU'RE PLAYING WITH WORDS AND I THOUGHT YOU SAID-"

"Sam, there's nothing to be embarrassed about! What's wrong with being in love with him?"

"That's the problem, Melanie! I'm not in love with him. I'm not in love with the nub!"

Am I?

My chest throbs again. I run and go towards the sink and puke.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

A/N: This is the longest chapter so far. Before we go on to the announcement, I would like to say a few words.

First of all, Thank you so much for the reviews. I always try to update as soon as I can. I'm so glad that you like this story. Thank you for putting effort to review, even though you're not required to. Honestly, your reviews are keeping me alive. Without them, maybe I've quit a long time ago.

Second, as for the girly girl names, I remember that I asked for five. Actually, I only needed four. Sorry for that. The names will be probably announced in the next chapter.

Third, the revenge will be taking place soon. Don't worry. I just need the first few chapters to be focused on Sam's plans and all and then we go on to the exciting parts. I have many ideas for the next chapters and I think things will get more interesting once Sam has started with her vengeance. If you have any other suggestions that you want to happen in the story, for example, prom (winks), don't worry. I'll find a way to incorporate it into the story.

And now for the important announcement...

I need a BETA READER. Since English is not my first language, I've decided to look for one so someone can clean my grammatical and spelling errors. I've been flamed before because of that and I don't want that to happen anymore. So, if someone out there wants to help me with this, just PM me or review.

So, what do you think? You like it? Not? Review please? :) Hahaha, no pressure.