A/N: Hope you like this chapter.

Lately I've been thinking about whether Sam and I are actually friends. I told her something like: "I consider us really good friends." at her birthday party. I meant that ! But Sam, she just said she hadn't caused me enough pain.

One day after school I was incredibly mad at Sam because she had broken into my locker, and ripped up my clothes. So I started the fight with Sam with the line: "Your head's full of tarter sauce." (We were talking about fish sticks.)

" Hey, watch it, Fred--"

"Stop!" Yelled Carly. "Can't you remember we're all friends here?"

"That thing is not my friend."

I convinced Sam to tell my mom why my clothes were all torn. For a moment I felt guilty as we walked over to my apartment. As I ranted about my nice clothing.. And then she slammed the door behind me without coming in to talk to my mom.

While I was in my room, trying to brainstorm some new ideas for the show and my blog, Carly's old friend Missy came over. Apparently they knew each other a long time ago when they're fathers were stationed at the old naval base. Right away I suspected Sam might get jealous…

The next day Sam came into the iCarly studio looking horrible. She had this really bad cough, and she was holding a bucket under her mouth.

"Missy gave me rancid Chocolate." moaned Sam before coughing some more.

"Why would Missy do that?", I asked, immediately skeptical.

"She's trying to get rid of me."

"Oh, come on, why on earth would she…?"

But before I could finish Sam grabbed my collar and said: "Look at the facts! She sent me to a pinata factory. She wah-hooed my phone , and she gave me rancid Persian chocolates!" she said, the entire time coughing all over my face. "She's out to get me!" said Sam finally, throwing me away.

"Who's ready for some iCarly?" Asked Carly, as she came in with Missy. Sam was in the middle of the room, practically coughing her lungs out. She tried to be all tough, and stay for the show, but when she fell down, Carly forced her to go downstairs and wait on the couch. "I'll be down as soon as the show's over to take care of you." said the show went on. Missy was pretty good, but I couldn't help feeling like the was missing something without Sam.

A little while after the show Sam said: "Hey Fredward. Come here." Turned out she wanted help figuring out what the expiration date on the chocolates was, since it was written in a different language.

"No problem, just put this here… and this here… and click."

"These chocolates expired in 1992!" exclaimed Sam.

That was a little fishy. Sam turned to me. "Now do you believe me?"

"Well." I said doubtfully. "she probably didn't know."

"Huh. I give up then." said Sam angrily.

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The next day at school right before I was supposed to leave I learned I had won some cruise thing I had signed up for. I went home wanting to tell Carly and discuss with her how we would still do the show. But when I got home Carly wasn't there.

Sam was. "Hey what's up?" I asked, really hoping it wasn't what I thought was up.

"Missy is evil."

I sighed. "No she's not. "

"Yeah she is. Last night she was all nice to me until Carly left to go get smoothies. And then she was all like: 'Carly is MY best friend and I'm taking her back.' She admitted it! She wants to get rid of me."

"I don't believe you."

"Okay: One more time. 'Carly is my best friend and I'm taking her back." she said in her best mocking voice.

"No way Missy said that!"

"She did!"

"Y'know, maybe Carly's right. Maybe you're just jealous of Missy."

"Okay, just forget it. " said Sam quietly. "Don't believe me."

And then that stupid pang of guilt I always feel for Sam came as she walked away. I don't know why I feel it, I mean, she probably never feels guilt about hurting me. But I still felt for her, no matter what my brain said.. "Give me one reason why I should believe you." She came back and looked at me square in the face.

"'Cos I came here." I shrugged, confused, "Have I ever came to you for help before? For anything?" she asked. And then she left.

I turned to open my door, but it was locked. I checked my pockets. I had forgotten the key. So I sat down in the hall, with nothing to do except think about the conversation I just had had with Sam. What is a friend, anyway, I thought to myself. It's someone you can trust, and who you can go to if you need help. And that's what Sam thought I was, and then I didn't help her. More of that sympathy came to me. I didn't really need that cruise I thought. I'd miss iCarly too much anyway.

The next day as I was trying to help Carly study for her Social Quiz, Wendy came up to us. "Okay, Benson. You are too nice."

Right away I tried waving her away, but it didn't work. Wendy started explaining how I had won the contest.

"No, Missy Robinson won it," said Carly, confused.

"No, Freddie won it, but he told Principle Franklin he wanted to give it Missy. Sweet boy." Said Wendy as she grabbed my cheek than walked away.

Carly stood in front of me but I wouldn't look at her face. "You gave away that cool trip, just to get rid of Missy."

"I was protecting iCarly." Carly smiled because she knew I was lying.

"No. You care about Sam."

"Well. She was really upset."

"And you said she wasn't your friend."

"Aw whatever."

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