iKnow You Now
Disclaimer: I do not own either iCarly or the song this is based on. If I did, I would be able to afford a laptop that worked instead of this piece of crap.
Rated T for one use of the "s" word. Ooh, I'm so bad.
"You used to say you wanted someone
To know you inside out."
Dear Carly,
I know when you saw me last, you told me never to contact you ever again. Well, guess what? Once again, I, Samantha Puckett, didn't listen. It's now 3am and I can't sleep for thinking about you. Shit, Carls, you drive me crazy and you're over a thousand miles away!
I keep thinking about the last thing you said to me before the whole incident. You know, the one where I messed up so bad that you stormed out of our apartment and back to Spencer's. I kept thinking that you would come back, but then he came over and took your stuff away without saying a word to me, and the next thing I know Freddie's telling me you transferred to college in LA. It really hurt me that you never even said goodbye. I would have thought that you at least owed me that. You know I never meant to hurt you, and we could have figured something out instead of leaving me so suddenly.
Anyway, what you said to me was that you wished that someone could know you inside out. Well, guess what, babes? Someone does. Me. Don't believe me? Well, I bet a hundred bucks that you're sitting at your desk right now, biting your lip as you're reading this. Your hair's clipped up because it always annoyed you when it got into your face when you were reading. Your feet are tucked underneath you, crossed over each other, and you know you shouldn't sit that way because you'll get pins and needles when you try and stand up, but you're so used to sitting like that you do it again and again. Talking of your feet, you'll have a pair of socks on. Well, I say a pair, and they will be in that they'll both have some funky design on them that Socko made for your birthday, or they'll both be of Eeyore, but one will be blue and the other purple. In any case, they won't match at all.
Still don't believe I know you as well as you wanted someone to? Well, just think back. It can't be that painful to think of me, surely? Remember all those times when we went out for a meal, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with Freddie or Spencer or on "double dates"? Every time we went out, I always picked the restaurant, mainly because you did that cute "oh, I don't mind" thing and if it wasn't for me, we would starve. I always picked the right one, didn't I? There wasn't one that we went to that we didn't have a great time at. And when the waiter got there, I knew what you were ordering before you'd even read the menu.
And what about every time I finished your sentences for you? You used to think it was weird, but there was no weird about it. I always knew exactly what you were thinking. Well, most of the time. The last time I thought I did, well, you know what happened there. You got on the next bus and I was left with no one but Freddie to help pick up the pieces.
Now, before you think that this is a letter begging you to come back, it's not. I'm not the begging kind, but you know that already. All I'm gonna say is that no matter what happens, no matter where you end up, just remember me. Remember the good parts, because I know I will. Try and forget my stupid unrequited love for you, forget the kiss, forget everything that happened that night, and somehow remember iCarly, remember the fun we had at school, that day we did the show from detention, the Japan trip, laughing at Freddie cos his mom made him eat his asparagus live on air. Remember that.
And in case you're still wondering the reason I wrote all this, it's just to say that all your mystery, like you and me, is history, because somebody knows you know.
Love, Sam