Freddie's POV

"In five, four, three, two…"

"I'm Carly!"

"And I'm Sam!"

"And this is iCarly!" both of them yelled in unison.

We had done this same exact show for the past three years. Now, finally being in our senior year, we knew we were going to have to end the show soon.

Over the past few weeks, I'd felt different. I kept loosing my focus a lot, and it felt as if my body was at constant war with itself. I didn't have a fever, so I didn't know what was making me feel like this. Was it the fact that we all had to graduate eventually?

I looked up at Carly, who was smiling and cheering on Sam, who was currently making her very own meatball sculpture.

Ever since I broke up with Carly after we went out for a while, since I saved her from that giant taco truck, I'd realized that it would've never worked out between us anyway. She was more of a sisterly figure than a girlfriend figure.

My eyes flick over to Sam, her hands now covered in squished meatballs. Her hair hung in perfectly natural curls that special messiness that still made her look good. Made her Sam.

I'd noticed that for the past couple days, she's been sort of out of it; sort of distant. She barely spoke at any of the rehearsals, and she hasn't harassed me nearly as much as she usually does. I've got to say, I kind of miss it.

Wait…what am I saying? Actually missing the blonde headed demon's constant assault and torture? What was wrong with me? I'd spent every waking moment wishing that it'd stop and now I actually want it back?

"-ddie. Freddie!" Carly yells, taking me away from my thoughts. I shake my head.

"Yeah?"

"The show's over! Switch the camera off!" she squeaks, smiling at the camera since she knows that people are still watching. I hurry over to my laptop and switch everything off.

"Sorry," I say, starting to put away all the equipment. I look over at Sam. Her head is down, her eyes concentrated on the floor while she wiped off the meatballs on her hands with a rag.

"It's cool. But what's gotten In to you? Speaking of which, Sam you've been acting kind of weird lately as well." Carly says, suddenly addressing Sam. So she'd noticed to…

Sam finally looks up, surprised that her name has been called. Her sparkling blue eyes shift from their natural color, adding specks of royal blue in them. They almost look like they're in…pain? But that can't be. Why would Sam be upset?

"What's wrong?" Carly asks.

Sam immediately switches her gaze to me and our eyes lock in. We have a battle with our eyes, trying to see who will be the first one to break away. Sam ends up losing.

"I'm gonna go watch some T.V." she says and shuts the door behind her on the way out.

Carly looks over at me and I shrug my shoulders indicating I don't know what's wrong with Sam.

But I do know what's wrong with me. Why I've felt weird every time I was with Carly and Sam and sometimes, even without them.

I'd fell for Princess Puckett.