Freddie's sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel tightly; he couldn't believe he was really doing this. He was leaving the life he had lived for so long behind, and even worse, he didn't regret it. He knew it would be tough. He knew luxury would be far and between, but Seattle held nothing for him. It was a terrible place that reminded him only of pain and hate.

He couldn't stand to look at his mother anymore knowing she chipped him like a dog. She had humiliated him on several occasions, said horrible things about Carly (his only true friend), and just acted like a plain old psychopath towards anyone she didn't approve. He still felt guilty for the way she hired that Gunsmoke guy, and he was furious when he found out she told Carly that she should have been hit by the truck instead of him. They did nothing but argue now, and he had spent quite a few nights sleeping in his van just to get away from her (it took all of his willpower not to leave those nights).

Then there was Sam, his ex-girlfriend and supposed best friend. Nothing had changed after they dated, or even when they dated. He had kept some of the more…gruesome parts of his relationship with her a secret from Carly. Sam had abused him, abused his stuff, and abused his feelings. He definitely loved her, but he finally understood domestic abuse quite intimately. Even worse, he understood the people that kept coming back no matter how much they were abused. Their breakup was a bigger relief than it should have been, and he was glad that the last bit of it was more on the physical side than anything else. It kept the abuse a lot smaller. Even still, after her saying 'I love you' he had hoped she would be less towards that attitude even if they weren't together, but she wasn't. He just couldn't stand her anymore.

Spencer didn't even matter anymore. They don't talk at all. He was a convenient use to him anymore with a steady girlfriend. The last time they talked was probably the day he got that girl of his. After that, it was more like he was a stranger than a friend.

He didn't even like Gibby anymore. He was acting rude and obnoxious. He cheated on Tasha after that huge fit he threw. He hit on Carly despite dating Tasha. His weirdness wasn't quite as funny now that they were older and more mature. He praised the stars when he stopped taking his stupid shirt off. Worse yet was the way Gibby basically muscled his way as a regular cast member of iCarly because of his popularity. It infuriated him, and he knew Carly and Sam weren't exactly thrilled either but ratings meant more at the time. He was glad to be washed of him.

He was glad to be washed of everyone except for the girl he was waiting for. When Carly had called, it had been the happiest moment of his life. First of all, he wouldn't be alone, so the trip didn't seem quite so daunting or scary. Second, Carly was the only real friend he had. Yes, she had made mistakes in the past, but things had gotten really bad for him, she was always there for him. It meant the world to him to have her at his side.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his window and he jumped a foot in surprise. He looked out it to see Carly there stifling her giggles. Freddie grinned a little, and rolled down the window.

"Fancy meeting you here, Miss. What can I do for ya?" He asked, grinning.

She grinned back. "I was looking for a friend of mine. Short brown hair and teasing brown eyes? Tends to speak in techno-babble that no one can understand?"

"Ah, I think I've seen him, but the information is going to cost you."

"What is it?"

"I'm afraid, Miss, that you'll have to come with me if you want to see him again."

"I'll go anywhere with you, Freddie," Carly said, unexpectedly serious.

Freddie's grin faded into a neutral look and he stared straight at her. "This is your last chance, Carls. You get in this van with me, and there's no turning back. I don't even know if I'll ever return to Seattle someday. This isn't a 'see you again,' but a 'goodbye.'"

"Freddie…Right now, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but beside you. I've wanted to leave to; you just gave me the push." Carly took his hand. "You're the only one I would truly miss if I left, so why wouldn't I go with you?"

Freddie searched her face for some doubt, and there was some. You couldn't do something like this and not have any doubts, but they were small. She meant what she said to him. She was ready to leave just as much as he was.

"Carly, we've got to ditch our phones and anything that can be tracked, all right? I don't want GPS picking us up."

Carly nodded and pulled out his phone as he did the same, and in unison, they threw them across the parking lot. Distantly, they heard the faint crashes as the phones hit the concrete ground and smashed. It was amazing how that little insignificant act could represent the start of a journey.

Carly climbed into the passenger seat, Freddie turned on the car, put it in gear, and without even looking back, he drove out into the roads of Seattle for the final time.