Hey Guys!
Really sorry for not updating lately, been really busy with school and what have we.
Anywho, I digress, let's get on with the story!
Disclaimer: I wished on so many shooting stars for iCarly, but Dan Schneider told me yesterday that iCarly belongs to him and that the "stars" I was wishing on were airplanes. Phooey.
iCarly belongs to Dan Schneider.
"So." Sam looks at Freddie, who's leaning on the elevator wall. "Did we just break up?"
He closes his eyes as tightly as he cans, and she swears she can see a teardrop at his eye. "Feels like it."
Sam looks out the window of her dorm room in Julliard, perched on the window seat, acceptance letter in hand. The sky is a bright amazing blue, the same colour as her eyes, and it's a miracle for New York, which can compete for most rainy state with Seattle, who's right in front of it. She's only gotten the letter for an hour, yet she's memorised it by heart.
Miss Samantha Puckett:
We, here at Pandah Advertising, would like to offer you a job opportunity at our company, with effect from your graduation from Julliard.
Job training will be held in Singapore at one of our major HQs, immediately from your acceptance.
We hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Remus Black
Head of Humans Resources
"But, hey… It was mutual, right?" He asks, glancing at her, the smile on his face so similar to the one he had when they'd kissed for the first time, the one that's haunted her for years in her dreams. She considers this for what seems like a decade before answering. "… Yeah."
Her phone rings, and it's a text from her boyfriend, the one who'd encouraged her to go for the interviews, who'd pushed her and made her put in her best efforts.
Text from: The King of Nubs—Freddie.
"Hey, Princess. What's the verdict?"
A bird flies across her window and she sort of wishes she could fly too.
He always told her to shoot for the stars, so she'd at least land amongst the clouds. It didn't feel that way.
She felt like she'd fallen, face first onto cold, cement ground.
Her best friend, Carly, appears, and the bright and cheerful grin on her face falters a little as she looks at the expressionless blonde.
"Sam, what's wrong?" She asks, before her eyes land on the forgotten letter. Bending down and picking it up, she scans it for about three seconds before squealing in joy, throwing the letter away, and it floats gracefully onto the bed, jumping and dancing in pure exhilaration.
"You got in! Sam, you got in!"
"There's more to that, Shay."
"Huh?" The perky brunette's a little taken aback by the less than stellar response from Sam, who's been dreaming of this job in forever. Her blue eyes are red-rimmed with sadness and solemnity, and her hair hangs limply around her shoulders, as if they've lost their shine.
"Didn't you read the end?" Sam asks dully, as she closes her eyes, before continuing in a dead and monotonous voice. "I have to go for training in Singapore. For two years. Maybe more."
When the brunette has recovered from her shock and plops on the bed, Freddie walks in. Taking in the looks on the two girls' faces, he shakes his head and sighs.
"What's happening this time?"
Sam says nothing, instead, she throws the letter at him, allowing him five seconds to skim through it before she flings herself into his arms and starts to sob. These five seconds, however, are enough for him to realise the importance of the situation, despite hardly even getting to read a word, and he doesn't say a word when Carly joins in, her cheeks already wet with tears.
The iCarly trio stay this way for a long time after that, the only noise emitted being Carly and Sam's sobbing.
"I love you." He calls out to her, slightly hesitant, and she's almost certain she's about to cry. She raises her eyebrows in shock, trying to calm herself down and shrugs, giving him a faint smile.
"I love you, too." It comes out in a breath, because she's terrified that if she doesn't say it in time, she'll never be able—never dare—to say it, and he'll never get to hear what he deserves to know.
And he deserves to know.
The trio reaches the airport, and they're joined by Spencer and Gibby. The former has his eyes brimming with tears; Sam's like his other little sister, and he's come to love the little blonde demon who's his angelic baby sister's best friend. The latter, however, has his shirt off, and he's just smiling as he wishes Sam farewell.
Spencer hugs Sam tightly, and it's hard to tell who's crying more; Sam's about to leave the only male role model in her life, and Spencer's the closest she's ever come to a father or older brother. They finally break apart, Spencer ruffling her hair, sniffling as he tries to control himself from bursting into the great big baby sobs that everyone present knows he'll cry later in his room at home, and Sam promises, ankle swears, that she'll write to him, emails that are just for him.
Next is Carly, who's already cried a waterfall of tears the past few weeks in the shower, and her eyes are puffy and red from all the tears, but nevertheless, she's still stunning, because she's Carly. Sam's her best friend, and while it's been torture sometimes to take care of the feisty blonde who gets herself into scrape after scrapes, she, like her brother, has grown used to a life with Sam, who's like a sister to her. She gives Sam a big bear hug, more tears running down both their faces unabashedly, and Sam whispers into her ears, "Stay brun, Carls."
She breaks apart, a smile on her tear-stained face. "Stay blonde, Sam."
Freddie's next, and Sam smiles at him, a shadow of her usual grin, tear tracks still on her face from her hug with Carly. Despite all the pain and torment she puts him through, and the fact that's he's such a nerd that it pains her, she knows that she loves him, and he does too, despite their desicion to go on a break these two years that they're going to be apart. They hug each other, and as Sam puts her head into the crook of his neck, she feels safe, and she doesn't ever want to let go. She feels his lips on her cheek, murmuring a "I love you," and she feels the waterworks start again.
"I love you, too." She mutters, her lips moving on the skin of his neck, before she lets go. "I love you, too."
Gibby's last, and Sam can't help but smirk at the boy, who seems like he's never grown up, and who's grinning at her cheerfully and without a care in the world.
"Stay Gibby, Gibs." She says, before maving to them all, dragging her suitcase and heading into the departure hall, not turning back.
She doesn't know if she'll be able to stay if she turns and sees what she's leaving behind.
Did you guys like that? I hope you did, because it's gonna be a mullti-chap fic! xD Yayy!
Thanks for reading! Reviews, pretty please with iCarly on top?
Well, not really, because iCarly belongs to Dan. Phooooooooeyyyyyy. D8