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Chapter 1 (Rewrite)

AN: Thank you for the long anticipated wait!! The rewrite is in the making!! I hope you enjoy :)

Things were going well for the two. They had dates every Saturday when Pam was working; she had managed to get a part-time job at the Groovy Smoothie, going in early every morning to help T-Bo with shoving food on a stick. Who knew that that was her true calling? Sam and her mother got close soon after, her laying off the drink, but when she wasnt working, it was rare she was at home. Freddie took her place as the parent influence for his girlfriend and usually stayed at hers rather than his own house most of the time. However, as he was going away to college in a few days, things were slightly tougher for the two.

Freddie had got into MIT on a full scholarship, while Carly was going to UCLA to study fashion. Spencers sculpture business had taken off. His most recent sculpture of a regurgitating squirrel was sold to a museum in Wisconsin for just over half a million dollars, so he planned to move out with his fiancé and find a place on the west coast with his own art studio. Their last iCarly webcast was that Friday night; it was already Saturday morning when Sam realised everyone was leaving. She didnt have any plans. With Melanie in New York, their twin telepathy was out of sync, and they didn't hang out like they used to. She had a boyfriend and a shiny ring on her finger, a scholarship to NYU and a fancy apartment downtown.

Sam was waiting at the kitchen table, watching the time tick by. Freddie was late.

He was never late.

Something had to be up.

She poured herself a root beer, digging into the picnic basket shed prepared for that day for a sandwich. She bit down into the bread with a huff; it was their last date together before he had to pack for college, and he didn't turn up on time.

Two hours and forty-seven minutes, to be precise, later, she heard the front door open. Getting up from her seat, blood boiling, she tried to reason with herself – maybe there was a valid reason he was late. Or maybe he just didnt care like he used to. She didnt want the doubt to seep into her mind like that, but maybe, just maybe, he realised he was leaving and decided he didn't want to say goodbye properly. He would prefer to just drift out of her life like everyone else had chosen to.

"About time," Sam said, scrunching her nose up in disgust. "What the fuck, Freddie? Youve never been late in your life but here you are."!She checked her imaginary watch. "Three hours late."

"Two hours and—"

"Don't test me."

"At least let me explain."

"Fine. One minute. Go."

Freddie tried to reason with her, stepping towards her with his arms out. "Sam, baby, don't be mad. Please. I was working on my summer project from MIT and then met with Gibby. Then when I saw the time, I ran straight here. I'm so sorry!"

She dodged his arms, frowning. "No. You don't get to come in here in your shining armour with your white horse. You let me down."

"But I'm here, aren't I? I came here anyway when I could've just gone home and packed my bags for college in a few days."

"Oh, stop rubbing it in! I get it, okay?" she scoffed, her voice progressing to a yell. "You're leaving me. We all get it. You got your dream college while I'm stuck in the same house for the rest of my life. You'll find some dorky girl with cute glasses and a bob, who doesn't mind watching Galaxy Wars with you and talking about your nerd chiz."

"Sam," Freddie insisted. "I don't want a dorky girl with glasses. I want you. And you'll still have me."

"From 2000 miles away?"

"We can do it. Just let me prove that to you."

Sam bowed her head, stepping away. "You still left me waiting."

"I'll make it up to you."

"I got the nice cushions from the back of the cupboard, went shopping and have two days worth of junk food for us."

"Baby, please, we can still have a good day."

"No." She stepped away entirely. A few tears ran down her cheeks. "I don't care about today because in three days, you still have to say goodbye. We still have to say goodbye." With a swipe of her hand, she unclasped the necklace from around her neck. She stroked her finger over the sterling silver one final time before grabbing his hand from his side, holding it in hers and placing the necklace in it. "I'm not going to drag it out. You know I dont like saying goodbyes. And you are the hardest goodbye I've ever had to give." Then, she shook her head and left the room.

She stayed in her room and barricaded the door until she knew he was gone. The door closed behind him, and then she heard it open a few minutes later. Thinking hed come back, she stayed where she was. Sat on the floor. Knees to her chest. Arms hugging her body. As she allowed herself to cry.

Saying goodbye to Freddie Benson was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

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Freddie stood in the rain. Outside the Bushwell Plaza. He was unsure whether the tears were running down his face or whether it was the rain brushing his now bright red cheeks. He clutched the necklace as he entered the building, sneaking past a sleeping Lewbert, and he went up to the eighth floor, before turning his key in the lock. His mother was working the late shift at the hospital, so he had a shower and cried a bit more, the necklace laying abandoned on his bed.

The necklace had an engravement. He'd given it to her for their six-month anniversary two months ago while at Pini's, trying to do a redo of their failed date that they'd had last year. The restaurant staff had agreed to help Freddie and supplied them with enough parmesan cheese to feed a small army. The engravement read: Princess Puckett – iLove You.

Saying goodbye to Sam broke his entire heart.