No you are not dreaming: I have actually updated! Yay! Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I have literally had NO motivation to write at all, and school has been in the way so much so even if I did have motivation and I did have the energy to write a fanfiction I wouldn't have been able to. But it's Friday and it's almost the Easter Holidays (2 weeks off, yay!) and I felt like I needed to give you guys something to read after so long of not, so here you go! An early Easter present to you all :P It may not be my best piece of work because I'm so out of practise but give me time and I can improve again. Thanks to a user called Mel who gave me the idea for this!

~Charlotte~

Day 76 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Goodbye

Freddie POV

This was probably the hardest thing that I would ever have to do. I didn't want to do it, most definitely not, but I didn't really have a choice. My mom had just gotten the opportunity of a life time to work in England for a couple of years and I couldn't be selfish and not go with her. No matter how much I would beg my mom to not take the job, I just couldn't do it to her. Life sucked like that sometimes.

I didn't want to leave my life in Seattle behind. I couldn't leave iCarly. That webshow was my life, and I couldn't leave Spencer or Carly – they were like a second family to me. And Gibby was the best guy friend anyone could have, in a weird sort of way. The thing was I didn't want to leave the person I had tried to get away from the most.

Sam.

When I was younger I used to dream every night of getting away from the blonde headed demon that would torment my daylight hours and my sleeping hours. Even in my subconscious mind she was always creeping up in my dreams. Over the years I got used to it and eventually liked seeing her in my dreams as well. It also took me those years to realise why.

I liked Sam. And not just the 'oh I can tolerate you all day and consider you my friend' sort of way. I mean the 'I think I'm in love with you' sort of like. Except there was no thinking about it. No matter how much I would try to convince myself otherwise, I was honestly, truly, deeply in love with the demon that changed my nightmares of her into the sweetest dreams that I had ever had.

And now I was leaving. And I had to tell her everything before it was too late.

Her reaction was what I was scared of most and I practically shook with fright every time I thought about telling her goodbye. She probably didn't feel the same way about me, but there was always the tiny bit of hope that kept me up with the more-than-a-crush crush I had on Sam.

Carly knew I was going and she was trying to help me break the news to Sam. Carly had already sussed out my love for Sam before I even said two words to her after I realised myself. She saw the way I looked at Sam that day when I realised and she dragged me away when Sam wasn't paying any attention and practically beamed with excitement. Now she was helping me to tell Sam my true feelings for her and how to say I was leaving. I honestly had no idea how.

It was the day before I was leaving that I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to tell her. I couldn't keep it from her anymore, it was killing me.

We were all hanging in Carly's apartment in the studio when I let out a shaky breath and turned to Sam.

"What's up with you Freddison?" Sam asked me.

"Um, I have something I need to tell you," I started.

"Oh my gosh," Sam said seriously. For a second I thought she had known, until she said, "You've finally bought normal underwear!"

"No, Sam, shut up for a second. What I need to tell you is serious," I said slowly.

That shut her up and she looked at me with cautious eyes. She sat there waiting for me to continue. I looked up to see Carly standing there and she gave me a small reassuring nod.

I sighed and told her. "I'm leaving." I looked at her to see that her expression had gone from cautious to confused.

"What do you mean leaving?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean I'm going to live in England for the next couple of years," I said, still looking at her.

"What?! Why? When?!" she said, firing questions at me at top speed. I didn't expect such a worried outburst from her.

"My mom got a promotion to work in England and I can't let her go by herself. And we're leaving tomorrow," I told her, now turning my eyes away.

"No! You can't leave!" she shouted. I could actually hear hurt and sadness in her voice as she said all this. "What about iCarly? What about Spencer and Gibby and Carly? What about me?" The last part made me look up again.

I couldn't actually believe it. Sam Puckett had tears in her eyes.

Then she hit me on the arm.

"Why did you wait this long to tell me?" she asked, hitting me on the arm again.

"I'm sorry!" I said. "Now stop hitting me!" I caught her arm mid-swing and kept hold of it. Half because I wanted to hold her in some way before I had to go, and half because I didn't want her to hit me again. Her hits were always harder when she was upset.

"But you can't just leave!" she said.

"I'll be back in a few years," I said trying to reason with her.

"Years? But you and your mom might not want to come back to boring old Seattle. There'll be way more opportunities in England for you!" I looked up at Carly and she even looked worried about Sam. I guessed my expression looked the same. "You could make new friends, and start a webshow with some British chicks and forget all about your life here. And forget about Carly and me!"

"I'm sorry Sam, but I can't get out of this. And before I go tomorrow, I need to tell you one last thing." I looked at her and there were tears that were threatening to fall. I never ever thought in a million years that Sam would ever cry over anything like this. Especially over me. Holding onto her arm tighter and taking the other arm into my other hand, I took a deep breath and continued. "Sam Puckett, for a good few years now I have liked you. First it was just as friends but then not so long ago I realised something. I liked you more than a friend. And it killed me every day to not be able to tell you because of the fear that you wouldn't like me back, but since I'm leaving I have nothing to lose. So Samantha Puckett, I love you." It took me a moment to realise that I had closed my eyes while telling her my thoughts. I opened them again cautiously and saw a sad smile on Sam's face.

"You're such an idiot, Freddie Benson," Sam said. "If you told me you liked me two years ago I would have killed you. If you told me a year ago, I would have laughed by considered it. But if you had told me about six months ago, I would have told you that I felt the same. And because you told me now, I need to tell you that I actually love you too."

I felt like a bull (or a unicorn) had just jabbed its horns into my heart.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. Then she kissed me. It was a sad but sweet kiss that only lasted for a second. We both knew I was leaving in the morning but as long as we shared at least one kiss we would be able to survive.

Carly in the background behind Sam was practically beaming. When we broke away from the kiss Carly had given me a double thumbs up and smiled at me which I returned.

"It's not for forever," I pointed out to Sam, "And there is this thing called technology that we could use to talk to each other. And I could always visit, and you could visit me."

"That's true. I feel like that could work. And even if it didn't, we could just pick it up where we left off from here when you get back," said Sam.

"Yup," I said and smiled at her. We kissed again and I was in a perfect place for that moment in time but it would all be shattered when I left.

The next day came all too quickly and I didn't want to leave.

I kissed Sam goodbye for the final time until the next time I saw her. We agreed to talk every day, or email or any other ways of communication that we could think of, and that was fine by me.

I had a strange feeling that saying goodbye to Sam would only make the both of us stronger and make our relationship unbreakable. I just wished that there had been an easier way to say my feelings before I had to leave. Maybe this was best for us, though. Maybe that was the reason why we were going to be unbreakable, because of the separation. Everyone would say we were crazy and that it wouldn't work, but we'd prove them wrong.

We'd always prove them wrong.

And there you have it! Please review and tell me what you think of this!
Also, I have a big announcement to make! I have started to write my own story! *gasp*. It's an original story that I've created myself and the first two chapters are on a website called Wattpad where people write and post their own stories for people to read. Honestly it is an amazing site/app (I have the app on my iPod, it's really good), so if you ever get the chance to look, my username is 'charlottee1233' and my story is called 'Ruthless Game'. I'll post a link on my profile anyway, but if you ever want to read something original from me then go ahead and take a look.

Until next time!