I do not own iCarly. This place is called Fan Fiction for a reason. Just enjoy the story.
Rated M for language and mature themes. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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Wake up the members of my nation
It's your time to be
There's no chance unless you take one
And the time to see the brighter side of every situation
Some things are meant to be
So give me your best and leave the rest to me

Carly.

I had never expected things to turn out this way. I mean, sure. I loved them both. Hell, I still do.

Just not as much as I did before all of this.

I'm sorry. I guess I lost you.

My name's Carly Shay. I live in Bushwell Plaza, in Seattle with my brother Spencer. He's an artist/inventor . . . or at least that's what I think he aims to be. He's also my legal guardian since I haven't seen my dad since I was in the sixth grade.

My parents? Well, my dad's in the Navy and is currently swimming with the polar bears in the Arctic Ocean. Yeah, he's stationed on a submarine. Just thought I'd get that out there so there's no confusion.

My mom died when I was two, I think. I never really knew her. It was cancer or a car accident or a plane crash or something. I don't really know. We don't talk about her much. We never really did.

Oh, you want to know a little more about me? Well, there's not all that much to know.

I'm sixteen years old, as of January 14th. I'm a straight-A student at Ridgeway High School (iGo Sharks!/i). I have dark brown hair that I've taken to wearing in curls over the past year or so, and my eyes are pretty much the same color. I'm definitely not the most unique looking girl around, but I'm pretty well known anyway. I like to think of myself as the responsible one in my group of friends. Y'know, keeping Freddie and Sam from eating eachother's heads.
Sorry. Make that, keeping Sam from eating Freddie's head and Freddie from going into depression from Sam's constant torture and my constant rejection.

Oh yeah. Sam and Freddie are my best friends. Freddie lives just across the hall from my at Bushwell Plaza, and we've been friends for just about ever. He had this weird kind of crush on me up until last year, when he got sick of chasing a girl who would never want him the way that he wants her. I can't say that I'm disappointed; rejecting Freddie was getting harder and harder as we aged.

Sam is probably the rudest, roughest, weirdest, and most awesome person I've ever met. She's been my best friend since the sandbox, even though I was kind of afraid of her back then. I learned that she's not all that bad once you get to know her. She's actually really funny, and strangely smart. Sam is just extremely lazy, which gets her dumped in detention constantly. She and Freddie were always fighting. I was feeling like a referee up until a few months ago.

I guess that's just about all that there is to say about Miss Carly Shay.

. . . Oh, I also run a website. Oops. Guess I forgot to mention that part.

I'm the founder, co-producer, and star of iCarly, a webcast run by yours truly and her two favorite weirdos. It's no big deal; just me and Sam joking around and being ourselves on camera (with Freddie doing all of our technical fun stuff). Somehow this iCarly website turned me and Sam into some kind of celebrities in town, and in some parts of the country, actually.

Pretty cool, right? Yeah, I think so too.

But, hey. This story isn't about me.
This is about all of us.
Sam. Freddie. Spencer. Dad. Me. All of us together. You still following me?Good. Now try to stick with me with this. I'm sure I'll lose you before this is all over.

I guess it all started six months ago.
We were filming a new iCarly episode, when things went horribly wrong in every way imaginable.
Or at least in my mind