Hey everyone :) So I've decided instead of posting multiple songfics, I'm just going to put all of my songfics together into one huge songfic. Enjoy :) -Ariel

Here We Go Again by Demi Lovato

"Sam can you just stop!" Freddie yelled. His aggravation bubbling up and over. "Stop treating me the way I do, and pretending you don't love me just as much as I love you. I'm sick of it. You treat me worse than you did before. And you can't even call me your 'boyfriend.' Instead I'm 'that nub' or 'that kid you hang out with'. Just stop!"

"No you stop! You know how I am! And you know I like you, so why should I have to tell you every five minutes? Why should I have to tell the rest of the world about it either? We know what this is, we know what we are. Why does the rest of the world even matter?"

"Maybe I'd like to hold your hand in public every once in a while. Or be able to tell people how much I love you without you denying it and them thinking it's just some kind of prank I'm pulling. We don't have to hide. So why are you trying to?"

"Because I'm not good with any of this emotional 'lovey dovey' stuff. And you know that!"

"I'd just... like to feel like you actually care about me. I'd like to feel like you believe in us and you don't think this is just some 'fling'."

"I can't do that."

Freddie shook his head, looking at her stony face, his throat was getting tight and his stomach was getting queasy. "Well then I can't do this." He said, his voice dropping so low and so quiet she almost didn't hear him compared to the yelling they were just doing.

"What do you mean?" Her voice cracked. Sam Puckett's voice never cracked.

"I want a girlfriend who will treat me like I'm her boyfriend. And won't pretend like I don't exist. Or treat me like a dog. You don't want to be that. You want to treat me like I'm the toilet tissue you wipe your ass with. And I won't stand for it. I can't. I'm done."

"Freddie-"

"So now I'm Freddie? Now, once I've given up asking for respect, you give it to me... Well it's a little too late for that." He feels a tear slide down his cheek and he doesn't want her to see him like this.

She doesn't say anything. She's wearing an emotion he's never seen on her. And he feels like maybe, just maybe, she did care about him.

Too late for that. He thinks as he turns and leaves the iCarly studio. I'm done.

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He's been sitting in his room for hours. Doing nothing but cry and stare at his ceiling. It shouldn't hurt this bad.

He should be able to get over her quickly and painlessly, like he got over Carly.

But she isn't like Carly. She never was. And that's why he's even more intent on getting over her.

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She doesn't remember where she is. She just knows that the pain and loneliness is eating her alive. She can't see anything but his face when he had yelled. She can't hear anything but his words; "Well then I can't do this."

She feels like as soon as he said that, she'd slipped into her own personal hell. He had cared about her, he had loved her. And she had taken it all for granted.

The tears spill down her cheeks like waterfalls. She won't get over this. She won't heal. She really did it this time.

When she thought she'd had it all, and she couldn't mess it up, she had found a way to drive the one person who had dared love her, away.

All she remembers from after he left is pain. Pain and loneliness and crying. She faintly remembers a voice, maybe it was Carly or Spencer, she was crying to much and reliving too much of the argument to notice.

She feels like maybe this is it. Maybe this is when everyone just gives up on her. Maybe Fr- she can't even think his name- maybe he is the only one who will ever see through her the way he did. Maybe he's the only one who might actually love her.

If only he knew how much she really loves him. If only she wasn't too proud and stupid to tell him. She knew she had been ridiculous and she knew she treated him like crap. She was just so afraid that if she let him all the way in, she would get hurt.

She wanted to tell him she loved him. Right now, more than ever. She wanted to tell him how much she misses him and how incomplete her life feels without him. But that's too cliché. And that's not the way they are.

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The next thing she remembers is waking up in Carly's bed. With Carly stroking her hair and saying sympathetic things over and over again.

When Carly realizes she's awake she looks at her timidly and speaks. "Again?"

Sam slowly nods her head and feels tears pour down her cheek again. "I don't think … he's coming back... this time, Carles. " She begins to hiccup and her throat feels like it's being set on fire and stabbed repeatedly.

"He will. You two have done this... too many times to count. Just apologize..."

"I can't!" She croaks, her voice sounding hoarse and pained even to her.

"Sam..."

Sam sits up, only having the strength to sit up and say one firm sentence, "Maybe we d-do this a lot. Yeah we actually do. But... I-I think he's getting tired of it. I think he's finally decided to move on."

She hiccups, "I... I did this. And I have to suffer the consequences."

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(Two days later)

He's stable. He's stopped crying and he's able to form conversation with other human beings.

He hasn't seen her yet though, and he's happy for that. He knows that he'll take one look at her and he'll go running back to her.

But he won't do that. Not this time. He will get over her.

His bed room door is forcefully pushed open, he looks up from his laying position in his bed and in steps the other person he's been trying to avoid.

"Freddie don't do this," Carly says, her hands on her lips as she glared down at him.

"Carly I..."

"No. NO. Shut up and listen. She is falling apart, she is dying. She hasn't eaten in two days and you know that's big because she has trouble not eating for two hours. She has never been this bad. All the other times, she had cried a lot, yeah, but then she had just eaten, a lot. Drowning her problems in It actually. But anyway, she's not doing any of that this time. She doesn't do anything but lay in my bed and cry and whine. And then an hour ago or so, I told her it wasn't that bad and things would get better and she got up and started screaming and yelling and running all over the place and she was throwing things and... she fell. She fell and I knew it hurt because she fell down stairs. And she wouldn't get up." Tears began to fall from Carly's eyes.

"And I tried to help her, but she wouldn't let me. She just told me to leave her there. She said she 'deserves it'. And then she started crying again. Since then, she's been laying at the bottom of the stairs crying and beating anyone who tries to help her."

"I can't go over there Carly. I have to get over her..."

"Why? Why do you have to get over her?"

"Because! Because she's always late, she ignores my messages, in public she pretends I don't exist. She's always accusing me of things. She cancels dates so she can watch TV... She treats me worse than she did before and... and even after all of that, I still fucking love her." He felt his eyes watering.

"And there's nothing I can do about it. Because I'll be loving her, and she'll be hurting me. And every time we break up I miss her so much my head hurts and then I'm begging for her back. And... she only treats me like I actually mean something to her, every once in a while. I feel like I'm supporting the whole relationship, all by myself. So I have to get over her. Because If I don't, I'll start missing her again. And I just couldn't function if I had to do that. And if I go over there, all it takes is one look and I'll fall apart. You don't know how hard this is for me, Carly. I'm trying as hard as I can not to fall the fuck apart. I can't... I have to get over her."

He rolled over and faced the wall on the other side of his bed. He felt Carly sit down on the edge of his bed and pat his back.

"Freddie. It's okay to love her. She just doesn't know if you really do love her. She thinks you're just using her to get over me. You know she's been hurt before and so she has trouble with... this kind of stuff. If you really do love her, then you'll give her time. Or you can go over there and prove you love her, by helping her."

He knew she was right. And he knew that he was going to get up and do exactly what she said to do. That's what happened every time. He was worried. Worried sick about what Carly had told him Sam had done and he had to get over there as soon as possible to help her.

He sat himself up and Carly gave him a persuasive smile.

"Here we go again." He muttered, smiling a little bit. He stood up and walked away from his bed, out of his room, and out of his apartment. He hesitated outside of Carly's door.

"Go on. Spencer's already downstairs, we're going to go get smoothies." Carly's voice came from his door frame and she gave him a tired smile as she closed his door and made her way to the stairs. He opened her apartment door and stepped inside.

He looked toward the stairs and saw a mass of blonde hair and a small body coming from it in different directions. He wanted to run over and pick her up into his arms and never let go. But he knew that was too cliché. And it just wasn't the way they are.

He walked over to her limp and sobbing body. She must've heard him coming because she spoke, "Carly, I told you to just leave me alone." Her voice was cracked and wheezy.

"Last time I checked I wasn't a girl named Carly," He spoke up, trying to sound like he wasn't in the same condition she was in, but failing completely.

Sam slowly turned her head around so that she was facing him. Her neck was in a very uncomfortable position but she didn't seem to notice. She just looked at him with a very confused expression, like she expected him to disappear into thin air if she looked away.

"What are you looking at?" He tried to sound playful but it came out forced.

He saw some color rise back into her eyes, "N-nothing much." Her voice still sounded horrible and even she winced at the sound of it.

He walked over and sat down on the stair beside her. She watched him the whole time, her blue eyes slowly regaining color.

"Let's talk about it."

"Okay."

He didn't expect her to agree so fast like that. Normally she would give him a 'you know I don't do this emotional thing' or ' there's nothing to talk about.' She almost never agreed to talk it over. The other times they had broken up, they hadn't talked about the reason, he had just taken her back and they had started right back where they left off.

This time was so much different from the others. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Freddie had worried that they were too broken to continue like this, he had figured their relationship was too screwed up to continue and neither of them would even try this time.

He was glad he was wrong. But another part of him knew that already. He knew that no matter what, no matter how dysfunctional they were, he would always take her back.

"We can work this out?" Sam asked, her voice dripping with hope, that was so out of character for her. This whole thing, all of this was slowly breaking her and making her act less and less like herself. He looked down at her sprawled body and ratty hair and saw that he didn't look much better. If they didn't work it out, it would tear them both apart.

For a moment, he got her point. She was afraid to let him in, because she didn't want anything like this to happen.

He loved her right then more than he ever has.

He wanted to work it out more than anything.

"We will. We always do." He gave her a small smile.

After a moment, she returned it, giving him the biggest smile she could muster that moment, knowing that they would be just fine, "Here we go again."