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No one remembered anything from the night before, the whole thing had been a blur, filled with alcohol and drugs.

Carly groaned as she lifted herself up from Freddie's embrace. They were in the studio, but how did they get there? She looked at the clock, it was 12:07. How long had they been asleep? She decided it didn't matter as she went to pick up the room. Slowly they all began to wake up again.

Sam coughed and hacked something up. "What the hell happened last night?" she asked as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

Across the room Gibby was hugging the iCarly camera like it was a teddy bear.

"Oh no." Freddie whispered as he jumped up and ran to the computer. He quickly went to . There was a new episode. Of them. Drunk.

"Guys…" he called out nervously, "you might want to see this."

They all huddled around to watch the drunken video of themselves.

"Take it down!" Carly screamed.

Freddie began to type furiously. "I-I can't. It's triple encrypted!"

"If you can do that if than you should be able to take it down! You are such an idiot sometimes. Why would you even do that?" Carly yelled at him.

"Oh, let me think!" he said as he threw his hands in the air "I was drunk and high and I didn't know what the fuck was going on." He shouted back at her.

They were all silent. They had never heard Freddie that angry before.

"I'm tired of you being such a bitch Carly!" he yelled in her face "because you know what, we all can't be perfect like you. Some of us actually have problems, real problems. If your biggest problem is this," he pointed at the computer screen. "Then your life is pretty damn good." He grabbed his laptop and stormed out the door.

They all stood there speechless.

There was a faint groan from somewhere across the room. Gibby yawned and sat up. "What just happened?"

Freddie retreated to his room. Luckily his mother wasn't there so he didn't have to deal with her. He looked at his phone. 1 new voicemail. He tapped it.

"Hey Freddie, it's me- uh your dad. I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, maybe catch a movie or something, and get something to eat…" The message trailed off. "So yeah if you're interested you can meet me at the Bushwell mall at around 12, 12:30? Well, call me back. Love you." The message ended awkwardly. Freddie smiled to himself and texted back.

Sure dad, I'd love to. See you in 30 min.

Almost immediately after he sent it he got a reply.

Great, see you then!

I'm just going to stop it there for now. Just a little update, after not updating in forever (sorry about that) anyway, I'll try to be better about that. Cheers!