A/N: Oh my gosh I am so sorry for the delay, you guys must hate me! I feel so bad for taking so long to update, life has been crazy. But in honor of the greatest iCarly episode in the history of the world premiering last night, I decided I should probably get on updating!

I've written this chapter at least 3 times over and I had no idea what to write, I was having major block. So hopefully you guys like this chapter and if you don't it will get better later!

Thank you to kiyokoseddie, geekquality, icecoffee18, xXBrittanyXx and Dani96 for reviewing!

P.S. you're not supposed to know what Carly found out. Don't worry you didn't miss a chapter or something.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, because if I did I would not be screaming my head off on my couch when Freddie kissed Sam last night.

Chapter 8:

*Carly POV*

I just stared at Gibby, not even knowing what to say. I couldn't believe it. THAT was how everything went down? "Wow." I finally managed to choke out. He just shrugged like it was no big deal. This was a very, very big deal. "I thought it was fun. I even got to wear an Elvis suit, look!" Gibby got up and pulled a picture from under a pile of socks, knocking them all to the ground. He ran it over to me and shoved it in my face. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, standing in front of a "Welcome to Vegas" sign in a white, jewel encrusted suit, complete with the gold embroidery and flare bottoms. "Well that's great and all, but that doesn't change what happened that night! Gibby, they're my best friends. I feel like I should tell them." I pulled out my phone, ready to call Sam and confess everything."NO!" Gibby shrieked, diving for me and knocking me over. "Sam will KILL me if she finds out! I've never done anything to deserve a beating from her before but she still gives them to me! If she finds out, she'll cut off my head." I just groaned, my head throbbing from hitting the ground. "Well I can't keep this in! We should at least tell someone!" I sat up and turned to Gibby. "How about Brad?" He shook his head violently. "No. We cannot tell anyone Carly. This has to be between you and I." He motioned his index fingers between us, looking at me expectantly. "Maybe one day if they still never find out we'll tell them. That is, once Sam's too old and weak to beat me up." I opened my mouth to respond, but was instead surprised by the sound of a door slamming. I turned to see Sam, eating beef jerky, a confused look on her face. "I don't know what I'm supposed to beat you up for Gibs, but I'll never be too old and weak for it." "Sam…" I stood up, brushing myself off. "What are you doing here? How did you know I was at Gibby's?" She shrugged and tore a piece off the beef jerky with her teeth. "I don't know, probably because you sent me a text saying you'd be here." I looked at my best friend suspiciously. "I don't recall." Sam flipped open her phone and shoved it at my face

Going to Gibby's, I'll be home for lunch!

"That was meant for Spencer." Sam shrugged again. "Well I got it so..." She shook her head and spoke again. "Anyways, that's off topic. I wanted to let you know that Freddie and I are moving into our apartment today. You should probably come help us so we don't kill each other." I rolled my eyes. "Sam, you guys are going to have to live together for 6 months. I think you can handle one afternoon together." Sam rolled her eyes, huffing. "Fine, whatever you say. But don't blame me when Freddie gets beaten to a pulp for being sassy." She turned on her heel and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. The noise made Gibby and I jump.

"Well that was a close one"

*Sam POV*

I felt like I was about to die from overheating. The process of moving all my boxes that I had brought to the iCarly studio for transportation into the apartment was exhausting.

Turns out Freddie had moved the boxes from his house in the day before, though he hadn't brought much stuff since his actual apartment was only a couple of floors away. He helped me move all my junk in, which surprisingly took over 3 hours to complete. By the time we were done we had both collapsed on the floor, surrounded by piles of clothing and empty cardboard boxes. "Sam, what did you put in there, anchors!" Freddork groaned, rubbing his hands together. "I don't know how someone as small as you lifted those so effortlessly. I'm impressed." I felt a small smile creep across my face. It wasn't often I was complimented for my strength. I was mostly feared for it, so it was nice to hear. "Yeah, well that's all thanks to my dad. He and I were always moving things. He loved rearranging our house, but my mom & Melanie refused to help so it was just him and I." Freddie turned to me, our faces level since we were both lying on the floor. "I've never heard you talk about your dad before. What was he like?" I hesitated to answer, not sure if I wanted to open up to Freddie or not. I mean, as much as I constantly tortured him he was still my best friend. (Besides Carly of course.) I looked back at Freddie, seeing the genuine curiosity and sympathy in his eyes. He obviously knew something bad had happened to my father.

I inhaled a sharp breath, still looking into his eyes. I never noticed how deep they were. I mean, anybody looking at Freddie could tell he had brown eyes, but I bet they didn't see the way the light reflects off them, reminding me of the leaves coming off the trees in the fall. His eyes were comforting too, they almost remind me of my dad's.

"Well, it's kind of hard to talk about. My dad was sick for a long time. I'll spare you the details." Freddie gave me a sad smile and to my surprise, placed his hand on top of mine. At that instant something jolted through my body, causing me to shudder.

"Were you close with him?" I nod slowly. "He was my best friend. But It's fine. Everything happens for a reason right?" Freddie's smile fades from his face. "I would like to think so. But sometimes things just don't make sense." I sit there and absorb what he said, wondering what happened to make him say this. I know Freddie doesn't have a dad either, maybe that's what attracted him to Carly. I know she was the person who I clung on to after my dad died because she had lost her mom as well.

Finally, Freddie sits up and takes his hand off mine. Instantly it feels cold, and I almost want to grab his back. "Well, I think it's time we got something to eat, what do you say?" I jump up, grinning. He knew exactly how to make momma happy. "Cheesecake Warehouse okay?" My mouth started watering. That sounded delicious. But… "isn't that a bit expensive?" "Nah." He shrugs, smiling. "I think we had a breakthrough today Sam. And we should celebrate."

"Well!" I grin. "If that's what I get for being nice to you, I should do it more often."

A/N: So, I have probably seen the ending to iLost My Mind at least 20 times and I've seen the whole episode about 7 times. I'm OBSESSED. I told my friends my goal for school this year is to find myself a Freddie. :P

What did you guys think of the chapter? And the episode? And is there anything in particular you guys would like to see happen in this story? For example, if you want Cibby just say so! Cause I know some of you would like that and I would love to write it for you!

Toria