Hey guys!

Back with an iCarly fic! WOOH!

I came up with the idea for this while I was in the bath…

So, yeah. It's kinda late so I'm gonna rush the prologue… please point out any mistakes, and I'll fix them in my next update.

Thanks!

-Frannehh

Prologue

Well, this is it. My life wasted. Forever and ever. Amen.

Yup. I'm moving away. As in, away away. As in, England.

Hey, at least the speak American there, right?

The reason behind me moving is a simple, three letter word; MOM. My mom is the world famous Clarisse Puckett. The actress, singer, model. The one who is being stalked. The stalker is why we're moving away. The police advised my mom to move out of the country 'cuz she was in danger.

I grip my best friend's hand. Carly Shay; the one I'll miss the most, probably. The brown-haired, straight-A student that keeps me level headed. We fight a lot, but then we make up just as quickly. It's the making up that I like the most.

My eyes flicker to my left, to see Spencer Shay, Carly's brother. He was always like my brother, too. What a waste of a relationship.

Beside him is my mom, chattering away aimlessly. He probably doesn't mind all that much… he's not the type to ignore a super hot actress. A certain someone on my right, next to Carly, coughs.

"Sam," I turn my head at the sound of Freddie's voice. "I…I hope you have a good time…in England."

"Listen, Fredward," I spit out, suddenly having to hold back tears. "Don't make it sound like I'm going on vacation, okay?"

Freddie and I aren't the best of friends. The opposite, actually…but I'm really going to miss him.

As we reach the departure lounge, my eyes really start blurring. Carly already has tears streaking down her apple-pie cheeks, but she's smiling for my sake. Freddie's staring at the ground. Spencer's looking pretty ticked off at my mom.

"So…this is it." Carly says, her voice thick. She glances up at the large, silver clock. "Ten more minutes."

I nod in agreement, biting on my lower lip. I look up at my friend. "I'm gonna miss you, Carls."

"Me too." She pauses. "Ankle swear. Ankle swear that we'll always be friends."

We go through the complicated process of the ankle swear, then hug. As I pull away, Freddie catches my eye.

I get a sudden feeling in my gut. A weird, unexplainable feeling.

I think about all of the mean things I've ever done to him. My face falls.

"Freddie," I say, blinking rapidly. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

I pause, hunching up my shoulders. It's funny…I always have plenty of things to say to Freddie – negative things – but now I can't even think of an insult. I swallow.

"For everything." I turn to my mom. "I think we should go."

I give Carly a wave, smile wanly at Spencer, and walk away. I don't look back.

I prod at my meal and grimace. Why does airline food always look gross and taste like plastic?

Beside me, my mom sighs and peers into my face, concerned.

"Honey, you gotta eat." She says. "You're really pale."

"Leave me alone." I murmur, closing my eyes. Suddenly, something vibrates against my foot. I lean forward and fumble around in my chequered backpack for my cell phone. One new message.

I open my inbox and scan over the message.

Again.

And again.

Sam,

Visit sometime. Promise me.

Freddie.

I smile. Trust Freddork to wait until I'm six-hundred feet in the air to say something like that. But it doesn't matter.

I promise, Freddie. I promise.

Hmm, that was a really short prologue… I'm sorry. T^T

I'll make the real chapters longer. Anyways.

REVIEW! PLEASE!

Or I'll cry…and you don't wanna see that. Trust me.

And just to let you know, that last line in italics (I promise, Freddie. I promise.) isn't a text. It's a thought. But the one that says

"Sam,

Visit sometime. Promise me.

Freddie."

Is a text. Thanks. :)