~Sam's POV~

Graduating from Ridgeway was something I never thought I would be able to do. At least not at the same time as Carly and Freddie, anyway. I somehow miraculously was able to pass my classes and keep up just so I could make it across the stage and get the stupid paper saying that I actually survived high school.

So, life's pretty good; for all of us. It's sad for us to be going our separate ways and having to end iCarly, but we all see that we have bright futures. Freddie got accepted to MIT, which was huge for him. Carly plans on going to Seattle U, just to see to it that she can check up on Spencer every weekend. I'm not going to college, part of the reason being I have no clue what I wanna do. Also, my mom couldn't afford it if I wanted to go. Instead, I'm working as a self-defense instructor down at the community center. It's good pay, and soon I'll be able to get my own place.

The summer was just like any other; we all hung out and acted like we had an eternity to spend. But, as our time dwindled, reality settled in quick. I could feel that something huge was gonna happen; I just couldn't figure it out.

A couple times, I caught Fredwad and Carly holding hands or kissing, and I smiled to myself. I knew they would come to their senses sooner or later.

"Hey, Carls," I said, letting myself in her apartment; I never bothered knocking.

"Sam," she said, surprised, "I thought you were still working."

"Nah, I convinced them to let me off today in exchange for a double-shift next week."

"Oh, that's good then," she smiled, bringing me a glass of iced tea and inviting me to sit with her on the couch.

"Can you believe I'm going to college in three weeks?" she continued, "It's unreal."

"You can say that again; I can't believe the nub's leaving in three days," I replied, "I'll miss rippin' on the kid."

"Sam, Freddie's hardly a kid anymore." I could sense some admiration in her voice.

"Age is but a number."

"Carly," Freddie called from the hall, knocking on the door.

"It's open!" Carly called back.

Freddie walked in, his backpack over his shoulder as usual. He helped himself to some of the tea and joined us on the couch.

"So, I'm all packed, officially," He announced. We just sat there in silence, still trying to grip reality after the summer that seemed like a dream.

"I thought you weren't leaving for three days?" Carly asked.

"My mom decided tomorrow would be better."

This time, we all weren't trying to grip reality; we were trying to let it slip through our fingers again. The silence settled again, and I saw a tear drip from Carly's cheek. My eyes felt moist as well, but I still tried to fight the tears. I shouldn't waste them over Fredward. It was…just weird.

"Aw, Carls," I said, my voice hoarse. I threw my arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. She just let the tears fall, and I decided not to stop mine either.

"Oh, guys," Freddie said sympathetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it so bluntly, I just —"

"Freddie," Carly whispered. I think she meant to say more, but couldn't continue.

"I'm right here," he replied simply, putting his arms around her waist. We all just sat there in a group hug, letting our tears flow. It was a strange reality, but we accepted it. I know that I'd miss 'em both, even Fredweird.

"Oh, no, not tears," Spencer said upon discovering our current state. We didn't react or respond.

"Don't cry…" he continued, "Blue skies…"

Carly let out a giggle at his attempt to cheer us up, and we all smiled.