Ok I think I remember how to do this: I don't own iCarly… I did it!!

Now that we've gotten past that sort of unruly nonsense; it's me, KL21, here to bring you another story. I know its been a while but college is a beast and the homework isn't a walk in the part either. Nonetheless I've been workin' since my brief reprieve. As a matter of fact I actually wanted to have more of this story completed before I gave this to you guys but I felt so bad about leaving you guys for so long I decided to give ya'll a lil somethin.

So here it is: My newest story entitled; Dangerous Game. Please read enjoy and review. Thank you

Declaration

"I don't believe you did that." She couldn't have done that… she just couldn't have.

She looks at me as if she is completely innocent and if I hadn't known her for what seems like forever I would've believed that she was, in fact, completely innocent. "What are you talkin' about Fred-lick?" I know her too well for that.

"I'm talkin' about how you told Kayla Stevens that I have Herpes." I was this close to going out with her and Sam had to ruin it. I didn't want a reason… I didn't even think there was one. But I needed this to try to get over Sam. I might like her but I could never tell her that. I don't like rejection. Not if I can't see it coming. I knew Carly would never love me, so her rejection isn't a surprise. But I can never be sure about Sam and because of that I am stuck at a virtual impasse.

"Whatever Freddie, it wouldn't have worked anyway." She gets up and walks over to Carly who is sitting on a bean bag chair. "Carls, do you think Freddie would've been able to…" Carly didn't want to hear any of it.

"I'm not getting involved Sam. Not anymore. Not after what happened to Spencer." She visibly shudders at the thought while stroking her hair. She stares off into space as if she's remembering a life scarring event. "It still doesn't look the same. All he could say was, 'It was so luxurious.' He still cries about it, Sam" With those words she left the studio. This has become part of the Sam-Freddie argument model: Sam offends… I rebut… Sam goes to Carly for back-up… Carly gives that speech verbatim, vacant stares and all... she leaves and we continue the aforementioned argument.

She has recently made a vow to stay as far away from our arguments as she possibly could ever since one of them led to Sam cutting off Spencer's hair. I don't know how it got to that point but surely enough Carly then developed a fear that hers would be next and vowed to us that she would never step in the middle of an argument again… regardless of the topic of the argument.

She just shrugs off the scene, "Eh whatever… the point is that it wouldn't have ever worked because no one will ever love you." She chuckles and, as always, I'm left in the dark. This time I don't have to pry for any insight to what she finds so funny. "I wonder how long it would be until the entire school knows about your dirty little secret." My eyes widen because she was right. Kayla is a notorious gossip; this news, false as it may be, would be known to everyone by the ring of the first bell tomorrow, and that's the time it would take to get to faculty. All of the students, sadly, probably already knew. Carly had already gotten a text of the news earlier that afternoon. Which, in fact, turned out to be a three text long story about: what happened, how it happened, and who it happened with. She truly was one of the best gossips I've ever seen.

That's when it clicked. She is taking away any hope that I ever had at any happiness in any way shape or form. What kills me is that she doesn't care. She turns my life into a living nightmare and there isn't one shred of concern anywhere in her soul. Something has to change and desperate times call for desperate measures.

"You know what Sam…" I don't know what I'm going to say, but I can't take it anymore. "I…" I've never been this angry. "I…" I look up and see her smirk. It's usually enchanting but at the moment it's infuriating. That gives me all the anger I need to say it. "I'm through." I say with a calm voice despite the boiling anger that I feel.

I look up at her and her brief expression of shock is replaced with a smirk of disbelief. "Yeah, whatever dork." Her tone is very smug, almost snarky. I could tell she didn't believe me but I was so serious. I was about to confirm my decision when she continued talking, "You know you need me. That's why you'll stay no matter what I do." Her tone is now very sarcastic. It fills me with rage.

How dare she play with my emotions like that!?! Ok, sure, she didn't exactly know that I maybe, possibly, might have been developing feelings for her… mostly because I didn't tell her, but still she is not just challenging that she is also challenging my dignity. This is almost the daily routine but I guess that everyone eventually reaches a point where enough is enough.

"I mean it." I force myself to remain calm. She knows how to deal with yelling and insults. If I'm going to go through with this then I can't get sucked into her vortex of bickering; which usually ends up in me forgiving her or even apologizing on occasion. "I'm done with dealing with your crap every day. I can't take it anymore." Now it's your move, Puckett.

"Wait, what about the show?" She is getting indignant now. My mind knows that I'm winning… but my heart knows better. "Are you really gonna let down your precious Carly?" Her tone is now biting. She thinks she has the upper hand.

Just remain calm. "No…I'm gonna do the show… but outside of the studio you won't see me." This wasn't entirely true. I mean, we do go to the same school and share a couple of classes. "We'll pass each other in the halls, we'll see each other in class… but as far as, you and I are concerned…" Here it comes. "You and I…" Sorry it had to be this way. "…are total strangers." Maybe I was a bit harsh. No… this has to be done.

Her face shows no pain. That is to be expected. She is moving the same as she always does. Her body language won't give her away.

One final look into her eyes…

Nothing, for the longest time they hold a "Sam" look, but just before she turns away I see a look of either regret, sorrow, or even pain.

Now even my mind has caught the message. I haven't won anything. But I wasn't doing this to win. For the first time, it isn't a competition, it's not a game, it isn't an argument or random debate; it is simply what has to be done. I regret it already… but it has to be done regardless of how much it's hurting both of us.

She's turned her back to me but shows no signs that she is crying. "Freddie…" Her voice is strong and confident it doesn't waver; it doesn't move at all. "…you do need me… you'll see." Good ole reliable Puckett. I chuckle in disbelief. Defiant to the end, but I know the game she's playing, and to me this isn't a game. I know that there will be no winners. At least, not unless we both win. But that's a long shot at best.

The best I could realistically hope for is that we are both able to move on, and that is a losing tie, as far as I'm concerned. I'll miss her, no question about it, but something has to change. I can't live my life like this. Maybe this will open her eyes… maybe it won't… but either way something will change. It has to change because if she thinks this is a game then that losing tie is the best it'll ever be. The only hope that I have is that she hasn't turned around to face me. Her expression is readable right now and whatever it says, she doesn't want me to see it.

She stands there in the studio, she won't say anything else. I stare at her and I can't say anything else. That signifies that there is only one thing left to say. "Goodbye…Sam." My voice shook a little when I said her name. I don't think she noticed because she didn't move at all. I exit the studio. I don't close the door because I don't want to look back at her. If anything is going to change… this has to be done.

I head down the stairs and then I hear her voice again. "You know…" Against my better judgment, I allow myself to hope that the message has sunk in and this whole thing is ultimately unnecessary. I hope against all hope as I wait for her to say something… to do something… anything that tells me that I don't have to go through with this. "I don't know what you're trying to prove with this but if you think that I'm gonna break down without you, you're wrong. I've said it before… you need me and when you figure it out you'll come crawlin' back and when you do… maybe I'll forgive you… maybe." She jogs upstairs and slams the door. But not before giving me a smirk that I know all too well. A smirk that says, 'You lose Fredward.' Then reality sets in.

I release a sigh of sadness. It really is a shame that it has to be this way but I have to do this for our friendship. I can't live with all of the beatings and all of the pride killing taunts. I can't keep replacing all of my broken stuff and ruined clothes. I can't keep acting like I don't care about you. This has to change because, as far as the current state of our relationship goes, I just can't do it.

I walk past Carly who is hugging Spencer as he cries on the couch. "It's ok Spencer, it'll grow back." She says as she rocks him back and forth. I don't know what's so bad. It's just shorter but it's not a bad haircut at all.

Spencer continues to cry on the couch. "But it was so luxurious." Carly sighs in sadness.

"Bye Carly." I wave and head towards the door.

"See ya, did you patch things up with Sam?"

How do I answer that? It isn't over yet but if what she said was any indication of how she was going to react to this, then… "I don't know." With those words I disappeared to my apartment across the hall. I head to my bed room, past my screaming mother, and lean against the door.

"I just don't know."

So there you have it. I might've hit a bit of an angst-y note with this first chapter. It won't all be like this, however, I can't be all too certain when I will pick it up or at least give you guys a lil comic relief but it won't all be this angst-y. Promise.

That being said I don't think there is anything important that I left out. This was my first attempt at a first person story. Please tell me how I did, bcuz if it happens to be bad, I will turn the whole thing into a third person story.

That being said; thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to read my humble little story. I hope ya'll enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Review if you like (I hope you do) if not thanks anyway.
Until next update or post
Deuces
KL21