iCarly's Wedding

Summary:

You are cordially invited to witness

The union and expression of love

Between

Carly M. Shay

And

Dylan K. Scott III

Chapter 1: Living in the Past

Sam's POV

"Wow," I sat at my desk reading through my mail and gorgeous purple invitation caught my attention. "He finally did it!" I smirked impressed with Carly's catch.

I didn't see Carly often, mainly on the holidays, but I knew that he had been in her life for over three years now and he treated her like a queen. I also knew his family was loaded and had shown Carly a whole new way of life. He'd changed her in a lot of ways, but at the end of the day she was still my Carly.

"Ms. Puckett," I heard Maggie my assistant over the intercom, "Ms. Shay's on line one."

"Okay got it!" I quickly clicked over to talk my best friend since grade school. "Hey Shay! I guess I won't be able to call you that much longer!" I teased excitedly.

"Goody, you got the invite! It was really pointless really because I desperately want to be in the wedding! Be my maid of honor?" She pleaded and I cringed. It was bad enough that my job required me to be all "suit and tie" everyday but I didn't like to be much dressy than that.

"Of course Shay," I cheered not wanting to disappoint my friend, "I'll be there." I looked down and realized that the wedding was only a month away. "So … when did you two decided to get hitched?"

"Only two months ago, his mom has been a bit of a control freak. She's the reason we're getting married so fast. She always envisioned her only son's wedding taking place in the summer and didn't dare want to wait over a year to plan the event. Of course me, being the wonderful future daughter in law to be that I am, allowed her to pick the date and most of the other details like the venue and what time the event would take place." Carly grumbled frustrated. "I mean I'm an interior decorator I'm surprised that she didn't even think that I might want to some say in my own wedding."

"That's blows," I dryly responded, "but at least she doesn't hate you." I said as I logged into my computer and checked my email. "Oh, I'm looking at your email invite now." We both laughed.

"I was a little over excited to get the announcements out. It was the one thing I was allowed to pick!" She giggled.

"I see," I murmured as I logged into my work load database that I'd created myself. "Lucky for you Miss Shay, my partner hasn't accepted any cases for next month I'm sure she'll take the three that I'd accepted.

"Great!" I heard as she clapped her hands through the phone.

"Okay, Carls I got to go! Some of us have to work." I joked but I was serious. Carly was going to be set for the rest of her life. The family she was marrying into was loaded the father had started his business young and Scott Enterprises was now a global business acquisitions company. Their whole family worked together the whole unit was a money making machine.

"Fine, fine," she sighed. I went to hang up and I heard her call me. "Oh Sam, I asked Freddie to be a groomsmen. I hope that's okay? Dylan and I swapped a bridesmaid for a groomsman. His mother wanted his cousin Britney in the wedding and I wanted Freddie so it worked out perfectly." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. "Sam?"

"Huh? Oh, Carly I don't care. It's your wedding do what you want with it. I don't care who's in it." I murmured as I shifted some of my papers around on my desk.

"I know it's my wedding but I know that you are Freddie haven't seen each other or spoken since you broke up with him senior year."

"We didn't break up like you make it sound." I argued. "We were on good terms when things ended."

"Correction Sam, you wanted to end things because he was going to school and you weren't. The next year you went to college but on the opposite side of the country. You were running from him." I groaned every time Carly and I talked about Freddie it almost ended in an argument. It was too early and I hadn't had my energy shot so I totally wasn't up for this. Freddie and I had been over for almost ten years. Every now and then Carly would see fit to harp on the past.

"Carly, I'm fine with Freddie being there. I'd even go as far to say I'll be happy to see him is that better?" I wasn't lying it had been a decade since I'd seen him. I wanted to see him … you know all grown up.

"If you say so. I guess just let me know if things get too weird for you, okay?" She was thinking about me too much. This was her day and the old Sam might have been concerned about only herself but I wanted Carly to have Freddie close because if I was her right hand he was most definitely the left.

"Yes mama Shay I will keep you informed but I'm pretty sure I'll be fine." I said before trying to end our conversation again.

"I hope so because I really wanted us to spend time together … all three of us." She got all high pitched and hopeful.

"We'll see how things go."

After my talk with Carly I went to my partner's office. Maxine Johnson teasingly called herself my Carly replacement. When we were in college we competed constantly and then after the initial "I hate you" phase was over we became really close, so close that we started a law firm as soon as we graduated. Her family was pretty well off so they contributed a lot, but Max and I put up half of our own money to get started. Now we've made our money the money back and then some.

I sat in the seat across from Max's desk and waited for her to address my presence. "What?" She glanced up at me from her paperwork. "What you want Sam, go ahead and tell me so that I can make up my mind as to if I'm going to do it."

"What's up your skirt Max? Did the hubby not rub you the last way last night?" I laughed and she rolled her eyes at me. "It's this damned Reynolds file. The client wasn't completely honest with me and now I have to cover for her fabrication." She huffed. I took the file from her and studied it for a moment.

"I think there was a previous case similar to this. I look into it but … I need a favor." I smirked a little.

"I already asked what you wanted," Max smiled at me but she sounded kind of dry.

"Carly's getting married I need to take some time off next month. I was wondering …," I paused knowing that I'd said enough for her to get my drift. She was already in the process of pulling up my schedule and comparing it with hers.

"I bet you knew that I hadn't scheduled anything," she looked up at me. I was now standing over her shoulder. I nodded to answer her question. "It's cool … I can take them. I'm a little mad that I didn't get an invite though. I know Carly too you know." Her hazel eyes saddened.

"Did you check your email? She said she's been sending them to everybody." She toggled her screen to the internet and the sappy musical email started to play. She smirked and as she read through the invite and looked at the pictures of Carly and Dylan.

"They look really good together. Almost as good as Nathaniel and me," she tapped her picture on her desk. I sighed she was always talking about her husband. She had only been married for a year and I felt like they'd been married for ten. I guess it was because they were still in the honeymoon stage of their marriage. I wasn't aware the shiny new toy syndrome could last that long and I was a little scared that Carly was going to start acting that way.

"Yeah, you two look perfect together," I sighed pretending to be interested.

"You could look perfect with someone too if you'd let me hook you up. Come on Sam, Nate has a bunch of friends that would love to go out with you." She pleaded as she pulled up splashface and clicked on some of her husband's friends.

"I've let you set me up before but none of the guys you set me up with are my type." My tone got cold I knew what she was going to talk about next. Max was the only one that knew the real reason why I broke up with Freddie and she thought it was completely stupid.

"You mean none of them are Freddie," she grumbled, "none of them are going to be. You lost that opportunity and I know about that picture in the bottom of your filing cabinet.

"Why are you going through my stuff!" I argued.

"We share some of the same clients Sam. You had taken my file on Barker and I was just trying to reclaim what was mine. It's not my fault you have secrets hidden in your closet." She explained with a smirk on her face.

"Whatever you have pictures all over the place," I tried to convince myself that it was nothing but I knew better. I hadn't let go … well I had but I didn't think that I could ever fall for anyone else. The feeling was hard to explain.

"I have pictures out for everyone to see. You hide your picture of Freddie and you because you're ashamed that you haven't let go." Maybe it wasn't so hard to explain.

"I have let go. I just … miss him sometimes." I murmured. I confided a lot more in Max than Carly when it came to Freddie. Even though Freddie and I had dated, Carly and him still shared everything. That worried me, there was certain things that I didn't want her to know about our relationship. I always wondered all of what he had shared with her.

"Well you know what?" Max whispered and I looked up with her. She was going to be funny but I think when she saw my face she decided against it. "Is he going to the wedding?" She asked.

"Yeah, he's in it just like I am." I allowed myself the cringe I deserved. Max smiled slowly and then burst into laughter.

"Well, that'll be interesting." She said as she calmed herself.

"What's interesting about it?" I returned to my seat. "Fredward Benson is now an internationally famous producer and director. Women throw themselves at him constantly; I doubt he even thinks of me … especially in the romantic sense."

"Well, maybe you should use this opportunity to find out." She touched my hand. "Now get out so that I can get to work!"

"Alrighty, chica and thanks for covering for me," I hopped out of the seat and went to leave her office.

"I'm serious you know when you go down there for this thing you should really pull your ex to the side and try to resolve your feelings."

"Yeah, yeah …" was all I could give say. I mean, being in the same space as Freddie was going to be hard. Actually discussing what happened with him was going to be even harder, especially because he had completely moved on. I was the one stuck living in the past.

Author's Note: This my story and I hope everyone's going to like it. There's only a week left until we will all be sitting in front of your televisions watching iLost My Mind! I don't know how this story came to me but I think the events will surprise you! As always please read and review and no flames!