(Sam's POV)

Her blood is still boiling, so she doesn't even notice Carly shaking her shoulder until she speaks.

"Sam!" Carly snaps. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Sam whirls on her "friend", her eyes full of bitterness. "What I've done? You're the one who betrayed me. I thought we were friends here!"

"We are!" Carly protests. "Sam, you gotta listen—"

"No! No, I'm done listening! Friends don't go around and sabotage relationships!"

"Sam, you weren't even that into Zack! Don't pull that card." Carly growls.

"It doesn't fucking matter, Carly!" Rage was overcoming her now. "I could have been dating Gibby for hell's sake, and I still wouldn't want you to do a damn thing about it! Friends don't ruin things for others!"

"Sam, we did it for a reason." Carly says tightly.

"Well, good for you. Cuz I don't want to hear it." Sam turns away.

"Let the vice president speak." Caleb says coolly.

"And you!" Sam whirls on him. "You. Are. Crazy."

"I like to use the words, 'mentally handicapped'." Caleb corrects.

"Sam, just listen for like two seconds." Carly half-begs. "Please."

She glares at her friend. "Let's hear it."

"Now, Sam, this is gonna sound hard to bel—"

"Okay, you're done." Sam cuts her off.

"But you said—"

"I said two seconds." Sam points out. "Now stop."

Carly's hands shoot to Sam's shoulders, something Sam didn't expect. "Freddie broke up you two for a reason!"

"Yeah." Sam says coldly, feeling something tear inside her. "He sure did. Because he hates me, and—"

"He did it because he misses you!" Carly almost screams.

Caleb delicately plays with his fingernails. "Told you so…"

Sam stops, not knowing what to think, and then narrows her eyes. "Nice try. You don't need to lie to—"

"I'm not lying!" Carly protests. "This whole thing was done just so you're single again, and so he can sleep at night!"

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Sam says, her arms crossed. "He hates me, right? We both knew that…"

"That's what I thought, too. But it isn't true." Carly says softly.

Sam can feel Caleb breathing down her neck. Sam whips around. "Can I help you?"

"Listen to the brunette." He says matter-of-factly. "She speaks the truth."

Sam looks back at Carly. "I'm not buying it." She says with a tremor in her voice.

"Then look." Carly pulls out her Pearphone and hands it to Sam. "Read all of the texts he's sent me in the past week. You'll see."

Sam's eyes fall upon every single message he wrote, and she swears she can hear something crack inside of her.

"See?" Carly says. "There it is."

Sam hands her back her phone. "I…"

"Go find him." Caleb suggests.

"Okay." Sam growls. "I'll do that, and you can go lumber on to Troubled Waters."

"Sounds like a plan, Mrs. Benson." Caleb pats Sam's shoulder, and she doesn't yell at him for calling her that. "Tell Zack's great granddaughter to call me, okay?"

Carly stares at Caleb. "You look like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory."

Caleb stares back. "You look like Megan from Drake & Josh."

They simply stare at each other for five more seconds before Caleb turns around and walks away.

Carly steps closer to Sam, and Sam looks away. "What if it's another trick?"

"Sam, we both know that Freddie doesn't prank you like you prank him." Carly says gently. "And I swear, it's true."

"Then what do I do?"

"What do you want to do?"

Sam is silent for a moment, then says. "Beat the shit out of him for all of this."

Carly chuckles a bit. "It's so easy to tell when you're lying."

"Yeah, well." Sam begins to walk away, and looks back with a knowing look. "Not really. Because if that were true, you would have known my opinion this entire time." And she walks away.

(Freddie's POV)

He tried to go to the most predictable spot. He knows Sam like the back of his hand. He knows that if she were to find him, she would try looking in all the spots that he would never be. She'd think that he'd planned to go somewhere where he never goes. But he beat her at this—he goes to the most predictable place while she's out searching in Narnia.

Oh, who is he kidding?

Sam isn't looking for him. Why would she? She's probably out sticking pin needles in a Freddie voodoo doll. Why would she ever come back for him? He was always so used to having to chase after people. He remembers chasing after Carly when they were in Middle School. But no—not anymore. He guesses he must have got accustomed to the thought that Sam would come back for him.

Not this time.

He sits in his predictable spot, not even bothering to put the music on. He stares at his pearphone, and waits for Carly to call him, saying she was "oh-so sorry" that it had to happened this way, and etc., etc., etc.

He stares out at the night sky before closing his eyes and throwing his head back, letting out a sigh.

"Very predictable, Benson."

He jumps at the sound of a husky, sarcastic voice, and turns to look at her.

"I mean, really? The fire escape? I knew what you were doin'. You were gonna use reverse psychology, weren't you? Well, I did it on you too. And now here we are."

Freddie opens his mouth to say something, but no words form.

She steps up, sitting beside the door like she had when she came, years ago. "Anything?"

"I-I'm sorry." He gets out. "Sam, I really didn't mean for it to end this w—"

"Carly told me." Is all she says.

"Oh." Freddie runs a hand through his hair. Dammit! Now how is he gonna sneak away to Canada?

"But…but is she right?" Sam asks. Freddie looks over at her and sees that her eyes are full of confusion.

Freddie is silent for a while, before saying, "Yep."

Silence.

"A-And you can do whatever." He says hastily. "It's all good. I deserve it."

"Freddie—"

"No, I'm serious. Look, you've done a lot to me over the years, and I took it without a blink. And yet I'm still here. So it's your job to do something so terrible that it'll snap me out of it." Freddie blinks, as if he doesn't understand the words coming out of his mouth. "Wait, that doesn't make any sense."

"Just—"

"Alright, here, let me re-word it. I'm sorry I hurt you. And because of that, you can do whatever you want with me. You know? You can humiliate me live on iCarly, or you could ruin my future, or—"

In his mindless ranting, he hadn't noticed Sam had inched closer and closer. In one swift movement, her hands go to his collar and he's pretty sure that she's about to throw him off of the building until she presses her lips against him.

She pulls away after four seconds and says with a smirk, "First off, you said I can do whatever I want with you."

He stares at her, bewildered. Did what just happened really just happen?

"Second, you had the chance to humiliate me on iCarly, and you didn't."

"I couldn't." He chokes out.

"Third, I almost ruined your future, and you didn't care."

"You fixed it in the end…"

"And fourth, if you were dating someone, I would've done the same thing." She finishes.

"But—"

"Just stop trying to contradict it!" Sam snaps. "Let's face it. I've hurt you and you've hurt me. We're even."

"I never stopped." Freddie manages to get out.

"What?"

"I said I never stopped." He repeats. "Even if we tried to forget about it, I never forgot about what I said to you when we broke up. And then seeing you with Zack…I just…I don't know."

Sam stares at him. "And you think I didn't stop?"

"You were dating Zack!"

"Yes, because what would be the point of chasing after someone who'd never consider you again?" Sam glares at him. "What would be the point of liking someone who've you hurt, emotionally and physically, for so long?"

"And what would be the point of pursuing someone who was taken?" Freddie counters. "What would be the point of wanting the one person who's been the main subject of terror ever since 6th grade? What would be the point of liking someone who doesn't go for your type?"

They both look at each other, before Sam says, "So…where do we stand?"

"You know where I stand." Freddie says softly. "I've been standing there for so long. But tell me. Are we at the same place?"

Sam simply responds by kissing him again, and Freddie pulls her closer. He pans back to this morning. Waking up, and planning for action. There were a lot of ways his plan could have went, but not this way. Definitely not this way. But who's complaining?

"I never stopped." Sam says as she pulled away. "And…And I'm sorry. For all of this."

"This is going to sound really odd." Freddie sits up. "I…I never said those three words again."

"What?"

"When my mother told me that she…you know…L-O-V-E-D me, I couldn't say it back." Freddie half-whispers. "I literally couldn't get myself to say those words to anyone."

"Now that you've mentioned it…" Sam says, sitting beside him, looking confused. "I haven't said it either."

They look at each other.

"I love you." He says, his eyes widening when he realizes how easily it rolled off his tongue, unlike other times.

"I love you too." She replies, and she has the same look. Freddie says nothing back, only pulls her close and kisses her again. Damn. And he was really afraid that this would never happen again.

"I'm sorry this went on for so long." She murmurs against his lips.

It's funny how in the last hour, Sam managed to make him forget about all that's happened to him before. She had a funny way of doing that. "Doesn't matter anymore." He whispers back, pulling her closer.

His Pearphone had vibrated, and he pulls it out and moves it away. The movement causes the shuffle to play (there are just so many bugs with that thing) and both of them smile when their song comes on.

"Did you make it happen?" Sam asks, pulling away and pointing at the tiny speaker in-which Running Away was playing out of.

"Nope." He shakes his head with a smile. They exchange one last smirk before pressing together once again, listening to the music that almost echoed in the quiet air.

(A/N: And that's it. Boom.

I liked writing this at times. I'll miss it, but I don't see how it could go on any further. I could make a sequel, but nah. It would just be a whole different plot, and the events of this story would somewhat be irrelevant. And I got my hands full with other stories as well.

Well, ttyl. I hope this made some of you happy—I am well aware that there are some pretty bitter Bade fans stomping around out here. I'm so sorry that Dan Schneider fucked over another couple for you guys. Losing both Bade and Seddie must be bitter. Good thing I'm not a Bade fan; it's not that I don't support it, I just don't care about them :X)