iBegin Again

And this has been iCarly.

The words seemed to fade out in her head as she pulled out her earbuds, tears just budding in her eyes as she smiled. There were so many good memories, so many adventures had from their special little webshow. And while it wasn't completely gone, it was for a little while, and that was enough to sadden anyone. She was certainly going to miss it, and she was definitely going to miss Sam, Freddie, Gibby, and Spencer.

Oh, she missed them so much already.

But at the same time, she was happy. She was reunited with her father once again, and that was enough to mix the sadness in her heart with joy and hope. There were certainly going to be many cute boys on base and among Italy's romantic atmosphere, too; now maybe she'd get her romance. Not mention the fact she was with her father, a man she'd missed so much for so long.

"Are you going to be alright?" he asked her like the concerned parent he was, and she smiled in response.

"I'm going to be just fine, Dad," she replied, closing the laptop lid and hugging him around the neck, her smile only broadening as her tears finally spilled over once again as he patted her back with one gentle hand, "I love you."

"I love you too, Carly."

What am I supposed to do now?

The night her best friend left, Sam had been forcing herself to keep her mind on the new motorcycle so she wouldn't breakdown. But now the sun was high in the sky, (because really, why on Earth would she wake up before at least twelve o' clock?), and the blonde rebel had no utter clue what to do. She'd known Carly for what seemed like forever; life without her was definately going to take some adjusting to.

After an afterthought, she pulled on her shoes, finishing combing her hair, grabbed her keys, and headed to the apartments.

Carly left.

For Ms. Benson and Lewbert both, this was wonderful news. In Ms. Benson's case, she was still a little witch who caused her only son to almost die, and in Lewbert's situation...well, he just hated everyone.

But not everybody was sad about Carly's departure- just almost everyone.

Despite his mother's displeasure with this fact, Freddie's heart was crushed. He'd had a crush on her ever since he first seen her in first grade, and just last night, they'd shared their first- and probably last- real kiss. He felt so achieved and yet so deprived, but most of all, the poor geek with utterly confused. Did this mean she actually did like him?

And if she did...would they finally become a 'thing' when she came back?

"Spencer!"

"AHH!"

Sam had just finished barging into his apartment when he cried out in alarm, falling onto the ground with a THUD! She jogged over quickly, grabbing his wrist and yanking him up instantly. He groaned, feeling his shoulder gingerly and rolling his neck a bit, wincing as he did so.

"Are you okay?" she demanded, looking him up and down with her eyes quickly.

"Yep...I dislocated my shoulder again. Hang on..." he said thoughtfully, then let himself crash right back to the floor in the same position he'd fallen in, "there! That got it!"

Sighing with a small smile, the blonde pulled him right back up ad started to yank him to the door, "Come on!"

"Wait!" he yelped a bit, grabbing for the door handle to stop her stregnth, "where are we going?!"

She held her free hand out a little to gesure out, her face in the 'Of course' expression, like it wasn't already totally obvious, "Build-A-Bra."

There was a moment of silence.

"Noooo!" he protested, gripping the door handle and yelling, struggling to escape as she pulled all that harder, protesting for him to come with her to her and her best friend's place as she all but lifted him of his feet.

"I don't wanna go to Build-A-Bra!"

"But it's goin be fun-"

"Yeah, maybe for YOU-"

"Gib-bay," Gibby grinned as he motioned his arms out for empahasize with how he always introduced his name while Freddie answered the door.

"Hey, Gibb," the techie greeted, slinging his Max Phone carrier over his shoulder as talked, "ready to go research your weasel?"

The tall random boy held up the cage with his new pet in there, who was currently looking around and twitching his nose at the two of them while the boy spoke, "I named him Carls."

"That's a good..."

That's when silence fell the two, realization for the name dawning on his face. Solemly for once, the taller patted his friend's shoulder and headed in the other direction, the other falling into step behind him. The technical geek did feel bad for his friend; he knew he wasn't the only one who felt pretty strongly for that super-kind, beautiful girl who was now in Italy.

"Welcome, welcome!"

A general with an Italian accent gesured out to all of the people with their families in the milatary, and the brunette girl had to smile as her father offered his arm to escort her to their living quarters on base. Butterflies were fluttering to life in her stomach as she walked, taking in all of her beautiful new surrondings. The sidewalk was so smooth, glistening as rain clouds sent a sprinkle down that was gradually getting harder and faster.

"What do you think of Italy so far?" General Shay chuckled a little as they finally managed to scramble into their living quarters, just before the bottom dropped out.

"I think it's...ah...wet," the teenager joked with a little chuckle at her own comedy, "but seriously, I think it's really pretty."

"I figured you would," he chuckled a bit, "this is our room. You can put your things here, and this will be your bed..."

As he showed her around the base, she couldn't help but have to plaster half of her smile. She was thinking about how Sam would've loved how huge the kitchen was, how Freddie would've been in heaven in the audio building, and how much Gibby would enjoy all of the suits they had the option of wearing. Chuckling softly to herself at the thought, she headed back into her room, since her father had to go make some kind of important call. The brunette teen now sat on the edge of her new bed, looking out at the rain coming down outside and the patrons rush down the cobblestone walkway for cover.

"Floss my toes!"

"Roasting weenies!"

"Spagetti tacos!"

She couldn't help but giggle to herself as the scenes from all of their webshows replayed. Her heart ached now more than ever to do it all again, to be with her loved ones again in Seatle.

Stop it, Carly, she scolded herself mentally as she put in her earbuds again, you're in Italy with your father! You should be happy!

But she couldn't help but sigh at the lyrics on the song she'd shuffled too.

"I watched it begin again..."