Carly took a breath.
It had been almost four years since she had gone with her father, and now she was coming back. Funny how she had chosen to go back to Seattle now, and not the three years after that. Her father offered her to go back, but she shook her head. She was going to spend time with him no matter what!
But...She had been homesick. She missed Spencer's crazy sculptures, Freddie's trademark '5, 4, 3, 2.', Gibby and Sam's...She just missed Gibby and Sam. And as much as she felt childish saying it...she missed doing iCarly, even if it meant Nevel and Nora came after them.
And the thing that pressed deeper into her thoughts was, "Why didn't I tell Freddie my feelings?" "Will they remember me?"
"Will they still be my friends?"
She sighed again and waited for the airplane to start boarding passengers. She nervously twiddled her fingers as these thoughts spun themselfs in her mind, like a poisonous spider web that caught and spread seeds of doubt. She smiled her old Carly smile and shrugged it off.
"Nah, they'll still be Sam and Freddie..."