A/N: You can kill me now. Go ahead. Shoot me.

My apologies for this super duper mega ever late update. The fact that it took me more than FIVE MONTHS to update is undeniable so I am giving you permission to scold me as you like. But I just want to say thank you to the people who kept sending me messages asking me when I'm going to update and telling me how much they love this fanfic. You must be tired of me thanking you guys but this such an honor to receive this much appreciation from you. I can't believe I've made this far. LOL. I know it's just Chapter 5 but I have to say, that BCSD has currently 26 Favs and 42 Alerts. So thank you guys. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I've been busy lately so I wasn't able to write. :)

WARNING: This chapter has been loaded with WEIRDNESS. I don't know how you'll react on how this short chapter ends but I promise you, EVERY SINGLE DETAIL I put in this story has been already planned and thought of very carefully. Whatever happens, please stay with the characters until the very end. ROFLMAO.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do I really have to put this? This is fanfiction so obviously, iCarly is not mine. But I wish it were. :D

Bringing Carly Shay Down

Chapter 5: Sam's "Last" Day on Earth

Friday, September 13, 7:42 AM

Ridgeway High, Math class

Pfft. Boring as always.

Instead of sitting here and waiting for Math class to end, I really think that I should be now making the next step in my revenge. Step one (stealing Carly's BF from her) is still on going. I have moved a little closer to Austin since the Carly-Nearly-Drowning-And-Saving-Her incident resulting to his forever appreciation of my little good deed to his girlfriend. Of course I am not so happy with the DIRECT result of my rescuing Carly, which is Carly bringing herself closer to me. Things aren't going according to plan, and it drives me nuts! She had actually invited me to one of her BFF's birthday party next Saturday night, (I think her name's Paige, whatever) which, I had gladly REFUSED to go to next weekend. She insisted and forced me to go with her, thinking that I am just too shy to hang out with them (eew).

So right now, I am writing in my journal to kill boredom. Who cares about Mathematics? When you get out of high school, you won't need this useless stuff anyway. I once asked my mom about my homework when I was in third grade. My homework back then was about division.

"YOU MEAN WE WON'T USE THIS STUFF IN THE FUTURE?" I growled. "WHY STUDY IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, !"And she just kind of laughed off that time and sat down on the couch and turned the television on.

So yeah, like what I said, I am now writing in my journal. This thing about Carly's gratitude to me is going way too far, that she even wants me to go with her to her stupid friend party next Saturday. Here's what we had talked about a few minutes ago, before classes started:

"Please?" Carly crosses her fingers, her nails painted with princess pink polish. I slam the locker shut in annoyance.

"I can't. I have to—"

"Please? For me?" Carly pleads.

I shrug off. "I'm not sure if I already made plans on that day. I'll just check my calendar, 'kay?"

Carly nods, smiling. "Sure. Just tell me if you're available."

I fake a smile. All I want to do is sit on the couch next Saturday night and watch Girlycow Marathon with caramel popcorn and a soda by my side, (hmm, probably Ginger Ale or Pepsi) since Mom and Mel would be out of town next week. Who knows where my Momma would go, probably to Vegas looking for some hot new boyfriend. And my sister, I think she's going to a salon or something.

"See you later, Cy," Carly winks at me. Now she's formed a new nick name to call me.

Friday, September 13, 9:01 AM

Ridgeway high, Home Economics class

"Okay so, today, class we'd be doing one of the simplest recipes in baking—chocolate chip cookies." Ms. Snider places her two index fingers on her temples and rubs them in a circular motion.

Headache…

And then a memory of mine came flooding in, a younger Carly rubbing her temples exactly how Ms. Snider does. We were rehearsing the next iCarly episode when her head aches after sipping a cold cranberry juice gotten straight from the freezer.

"Brain freeze, ugh!"

"Prepare your ingredients, class." Ms. Snider says as she sits back on a chair.

"Are you alright, Ms. Snider?" A short dark haired girl asks. She wears a dandelion top and a knee length denim skirt.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine my dear," Ms. Snider pats her shoulder. "Thanks Taylor."

"It's Taylah," She forces a smile.

"Gee," Ms. Snider smiles back at her. "I think I should really pay attention to your name. I forgot yours a lot."

"No, it's okay. " Taylah giggles. "Just call me if you need something."

Taylah goes back to her group and remains silent for the rest of the class. And yeah, in case you're wondering, here in Home Economics class we're divided into groups, each containing four members. I have Jeremy with me, who sneezes a LOT, a weirdo named Gibby, and a tall guy with black framed glasses named Rip-Off Rodney. I remember these guys back from eighth grade. Jeremy and Gibby was a member of the AV Club. I don't know if they still are.

Rip-Off Rodney used to sell different kinds of things. From tickets to fatcakes, from t-shirts to the latest gadgets. Name it, he has it! I used to buy things from him before and I have to say, he has what it takes to be an illegal business man.

I take a look from these people, examining them from head to toe. They never changed. Jeremy still has the germs, Gibby still loves to be shirtless all the time (Ms. Snider catches him without a shirt on, and the whole class is rattled by her shriek) and Rip-Off-Rodney still wears that khaki leather coat where he puts the items he's selling. I wonder if they still remember Sam Puckett.

"Let's start baking!" Ms. Snider finally stands up and puts her apron on.

Memories, memories.

Later that day, at lunch break

Ridgeway High, cafeteria

Wow, it seems like this day is unusually longer than any other day. I look at my red Swatch wristwatch to check the time. 12:36. The clock hand ticks slower than it usually does.

It's really weird. I mean, I get a lot of flashbacks today, from my old teachers to classmates—everything. I begin to notice that eearie feeling when I am walking on the hallways and people walk past me. It's like a new phenomenon.

I look around. The cafeteria's more crowded than it has ever been before. I don't know if it's just me or a lot of people have been hanging around here lately. It's like I'm seeing things in a different view, in a different perspective. Have I acquired some kind of dark magic lately?

I think I'm going nuts. I need a break.

Let's have a walk shall we? Hmmm, I think the perfect place to be alone is…outside. LOL. Yes, outside, at the grounds. I could probably sleep there or whatever, maybe write or just enjoy being alone. Hahahaha, insert meme face here.

I'm not even hungry. This is a new record! For the first time in my life I...

No, this isn't the first time. It happened a few times in the past. Four years ago.

This is awfully weird. I can't explain it. Things are going bizarre. They're...

Am I going to die?

The question has just dawned on me. Melanie had told me something about this before. She said a person feels something on the last day of his life. Could I be in the same situation?

This is…oh my, I knew it. I'm going to die. I AM GOING TO DIE!

I walk past the doors and quickly find a place in the yard. I need space. I can barely breathe now. My head is spinning.

No one is here, what a relief. I think I'm going to be sitting under the shade of the tree.

I slump to the ground and yawn. A very, very nice place to sleep. My eye lids are beginning to feel heavy.

This place looks so serene. Silence fills the air. The wind brushed on my cheeks and the leaves rustle on the ground covered with bright green grass. For a moment, the wind stops and the world comes into a halt. I never heard silence quite this loud.

Odd. Really, really odd.

Is it just me or...

A man's voice breaks the quietness around me.

"What are you doin' here?"

I look around. OH MY GAWD. WHO SAID THAT?

"Who said that?" I say, my eye balls squirting out of my eyes sockets.

"Me."

And then with a loud thump, a boy with hazel nut hair went down from above the tree. I flinch.

The boy is Freddie Benson.

Our eyes lock for a matter of seconds, and the conversation between Melanie I flashes back in my head.

"Carly Shay?"

"HATE."

"Carrots?"

"HATE."

"Spinach?"

"Eew, gross. HATE!"

"Adults?"

"HATE."

"Stripes on boys?"

"HATE."

"Homework?"

"HATE."

"Turkey leg?"

"LOVE!"

"Bacon?"

"LOVE!"

"Ham?"

"LOVE!"

"Freddie Benson?"

"LOVE."

LOVE.

Do I really…oh motherfather. No. This is just too—THIS IS A CONSPIRACY! A LIE! There must be some kind of sorcery. Yes. This is all Frreduccini's fault. Maybe he put something in my drink before…yes, that must be it!

He turns to me and sits down. "What are you doin' here?" He asks for the second time around.

I am speechless for moment. I can feel my cheeks burning.

Oh no. Why do I fluster when this weirdo's around?

In the corner of my eye, I can see him raise and eyebrow. "Why aren't you talking to me?"

Now what? What should I say?

Oh, yeah right. Back to basics. Insult him.

"I don't talk to nerds like you, sorry." That was pretty good, huh?

He chuckled. "You just talked to me."

I pretend not to hear what he said.

Okay, I'm leaving! In no way I am going to let myself talk to this dork ever again.

I was about to get up when he grabbed a hem of my shirt, about two fistfuls.

"Wait!"

"What?" I say in a dark, irritated voice.

"Chill." Freddie says jokingly. He puts his hands up. "Now that you're here, this is my chance. I have to ask you something."

"Hurry up, I have to go." I say in an exasperated tone.

He clears his throat and licks his lips. I feel nervous.

He places his hand somewhere behind him, like he's looking for something.

Does he have a dagger somewhere? Oh holy cow. I was right. Today is my last day. Freddie Benson is going to kill me.

His calm expression disappears. He leans forward.

This is why I hate him. I loathe this guy because he's weird. He's a nerd, he's a dork. And now I've come to know that he actually is a murderer. A cereal killer. Maybe he found out that I am Sam Puckett and decides to plot revenge against me for all the things I have done to him. Is this karma? I will never get to see what happens in the future. Mom and Melanie will be devastated by this. Sam Puckett dies at age 18. A very young age! WHY? WHY?

I close my eyes and cover my ears with my hands. He puts my hands away. What is he going to do?

"Will you…will you go on a date with me?"

My eyes open. My jaw drops.

"WHAT?"

Freddie clears his throat and says it clearer and louder, "Cyril, will you go on a date with me?"

What?

I can't … comprehend.

I just died.

A/N: I TOLD YOU SO! THIS IS WEIRDNESS! Hahahaha LOL. I really suggest that you stick to the next chapter because there would be a MAJOR, MAJOR happening that will change Freddie's life-especially Sam's. And also Carly's. :D

I forgot to tell you-I was suffering from Writer's Block until tonight, when I had this"urge" to write. Please review. I'm not forcing you to do so, because it actually irks me when a writer tells her readers to review her story or else she will die or something like that. Hahahahaha. See you soon!

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