"Inspired On My Own Recent Rejection & Who I Wish I Had"

A/N: Sam is at a family reuninion.

Author's POV

Ugh, I hate Algebra 2! When am I ever going to use it anyway? Oh, well. I'm not going to get anything productive done right now. Might as well go over to

Carly's and work on iCarly. Freddie's thoughts wondered as he slammed the book shut and crossed the hallway, a skip in his step as he thought about the

prospect of seeing Carly again. "Spencer, I'm here to work on the iCarly server, you home?" I shouted, announcing my presence to the eccentric, quirky artist.

"Hey, Freddo. Yeah, do whatever you need. Carly should be home soon, she had to ride the bus since my motorcycle's in the shop." Spencer

yelled back, his head poking out of the closet. "Shoot. I forgot the to pick up batteries. Be right back!"

"Coolio." With that, Freddie ran upstairs into the iCarly studio. He was just opening the laptop when he heard the door slam and a single sob

escaped up the stairs. Freddie felt his blood run cold as he recognized the sound of Carly crying. "Carly, are you okay? What's the matter?"

Uh-oh. What's the matter with carly? PLEASE REVIEW SO THAT I KNOW YOU ARE THERE! BTW, Sorry that it's so short! I had to go to bed!