AN: Hey everyone, I'm back with a whole new story! Now before I get into the deets on this latest offering, I just want to give my opinion on 'iThink They Kissed'. I thought it was a very well done episode, and I'm also glad that Carly didn't come across as jealous, because that'd of been lame. The only thing I didn't necessarily agree with was the ending, I feel like it was a little bit of a letdown, but I won't let that ruin what was a cool episode to start off the 3rd season. Hopefully, they address whether Sam and Freddie liked the kiss, and who knows, maybe they'll make them a couple on screen. We can only hope! And now, here's the deets on this new story of mine.

I got the inspiration for this story from a movie that I loved and watched (and still do, on occasion) from the Disney Channel waay back in 1996. The movie was called Susie Q, and it was about a girl who died on her way to her winter formal with her boyfriend, only to return about 40 years later to fix what she left behind. Her parents had been kicked out of their house and were facing eviction from their trailer park, while the boy who moved into her old house was the only one who could see her (she was basically his and her parents guardian angel), and thus, he helped her out with getting her parents back on solid footing, while she helped him overcome his fear, if you will, of never playing basketball again, as his father died in a car crash en route to see one of his games. (that was for those of you who haven't seen it) It really is a very touching movie, and a classic that Disney should put out on DVD, better than some of the crap they make kids watch these days (don't even get me started on what they've done to my beloved Power Rangers).

I figured that I could take that medium and apply it to iCarly, and, well, here it is! It's got a bit of religious tones, and it deals with the whole heaven/hell issue, and all that jazz, along with what has happened to those that were affected by what happened during the course of the story. I hope you all enjoy this, and don't worry, I'll be working on both this and T & C at the same time. So, without further adieu, here's the first chapter of iWill Always Watch Over You!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

"You'll be forever an angel

in a sun dress blowing in the sweet September wind.

At least that's how I choose to remember,

and in my heart you'll never love again."

It was the last song I ever heard.

Ironically and sweetly enough, I think it's fitting that it was the last one I ever listened to on my last day on earth. If you're wondering what the name of said song and who the band is, it's called 'When All Else Fails, It Fails', and it's by one of my favorite bands, The Ataris. I can't say that I'm sad, knowing that this song would be the last thing I heard before my accident, because I'm not sad. Did I want to leave at such an early point in my life? No. Nobody wants to die when they're 17 years old and living a great life with even greater friends and family. But fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing. I guess I wasn't needed on earth anymore, and I was needed up here, in heaven, more.

But am I bitter at having been chosen to come up here by myself, leaving my two best friends, my awesome older brother, and my life behind to be an angel and look over those that are close to me? No. I can't be. I was chosen for a reason, and I will do my absolute best to make sure that my being chosen wasn't a mistake. He wanted me up here to help, and He knows what is best for everyone, in the end. I'm thankful for the chance that He has given me, and I will always happily do whatever work I can for Him. He's given me one assignment, almost like He is my teacher for the rest of my life, but it's an assignment that doesn't come without pulling at my heart strings and making me wish that I was still amongst the living.

He told me that all I have to do is make sure that my friends and my brother live their lives to the best of their abilities. He told me that I am to guide them whenever I can, and that I will serve as their guardian angel, collectively. He wants me to make sure that they don't mourn me and live with regrets for the rest of their lives; on the contrary, He wants me to help them live life as I would have; with a smile on my lips and full of energy and optimism. He has told me that I can visit them as much as I can, and I am also incredibly thankful for that. At first, I was confused, asking Him how my friends and brother would be able to see me if I was merely an angel. He responded with a definitive answer, one that spoke clearly of the love that I shared for them, and that they all share for me.

He told me that because we all had such a close bond with each other, that no matter what, dead or not, they would be able to see me and communicate with me. I nearly cried when He told me that I would still be able to see my friends and my brother. They were the reason why I loved my life so much; without them, my life would have been nothing. And I vow, to myself and to Him, that I will do my best to make sure my two best friends and my older brother live loving, prosperous lives, and that for as long as they live, I will make sure that my memory will be in their hearts, forever and always.

But He also asked me a question that, truth be told, I didn't quite know how to answer. He asked me what my friends were like. Perplexed, I responded with the obvious, "I thought you knew what everyone was like" question, and he chuckled. At first I thought He was chuckling because it was a stupid question, but He gave that warm smile before answering. He told me that while yes, He did know what everyone was like, He wanted to hear it from me, and only me. I smiled up at Him and then gushed about how great the three of them were and how much they meant to me.

I started with my older brother. I told Him about how goofy, spontaneous, and hilarious he was. Sure, my brother would do stuff that was completely and totally off the wall, and sometimes it wouldn't always work out for him, but it didn't matter, because that's what made my brother who he is. He's unique, and that's the best word to describe him. My brother loves his art, and next to me, art was the one thing that gave him happiness in his life. It was always there for him, and it never betrayed his trust or his love. My brother was, by far, the best person to take care of me, because even if he was so wacky and wild and quirky, he truly loved me and he always looked out for me and my best interests. I'm proud to say that I was his little sister. And now, I hope I can repay him for all the years he's been looking after me by doing the same for him. It's the least I could do.

And then there's my first of two best friends. I met him all the way back in the second grade when he came into my sandbox and asked if he could play with me. We made our first sand castle that day, and we've been friends ever since. He's one of the sweetest, kindest, gentlest boys I've ever known, and if it weren't for him, I would have had no friends when I was a little girl. I know that people say that a lot, but I really mean it. He's really smart, like a virtual wizard with all things technology. People said that he wasn't a big part of what we did together, but believe me, if he wasn't there, there'd of been no way that we would of been able to have as much fun as we did together. I owe him a lot, and I wish that I could give that to him, but I know that I'll be doing right by him as I look over him, and that as long as he breathes, he'll be doing right by me, and that's a very comforting thing to know.

Which brings me to my sister. Well, she's not really my sister, but she practically was. She was the best friend a girl like me could ever ask for. Sure, she has her faults, but who doesn't? So what if she likes to get in trouble, she's vicious, lazy and doesn't like many things. She's the coolest girl I've ever met. She loves meat, she's not afraid to speak her mind, she's always up for a party, and she's insanely loyal. I love the girl with every part of my heart, and I know she loves me just as much right back. I met her in the middle of second grade, when she transferred over from Tacoma with her mom. I remember, when I introduced her and my other friend, she got this girly look in her eye, and then she kicked sand on him and got his clothes all dirty. I think that they like each other secretly; I know that they were each other's first kiss, and I thought that it was the sweetest thing, when I got past the fact that they hid it from me.

Together, the three of them were everything I could ever ask for in friends and an older brother. I wish I could be there with them right now, living out our lives, getting older together, going to college, doing all the fun stuff that older men and women get to do. I mean, I was only a junior in high school when I was taken away and sent up here to heaven. Now they're making the junior and senior prom's in my memory, and I think that while it's flattering, I don't want a dance in my memory. I just want...I just want everyone to be happy and have the night of their lives, like I would have. I guess I'm just like that. I never let the celebrity get to my head, and it never got to my brother and my friends, either. We were just normal people who had some fun times on the internet for all kids and even adults to see.

So, to answer my own question from before, if I didn't already answer it...am I mad, bitter or sad that I was sent up here at such a young age to become an angel? Not at all. I was needed up here to look after those close to me, and I intend to do that until the three of them are up here with me as well. Am I mad that I can't experience all those cool things I mentioned earlier with them down on earth? Nope. Because even though I won't be there in the physical sense, I'll always be there in the spiritual sense. Am I going to miss being there with them on earth? Of course. But I'm going to make the best of it and be the best darn guardian angel that anyone could ever want or ask for. They'll still see me. They'll still feel my presence. And they'll still carry what we shared together with them for the rest of their lives.

All that's left is to talk about how I ended up here in the clouds with Him. But right now, I'm not really up to talking about it. I know, it's a cop out, but trust me, the story will be told eventually, through my eyes and only my eyes. I mean, it's only been a few days, and I'm still processing all of it through my mind. All that you probably have gathered from it is that the last song I ever listened to on the radio was that Ataris song, and that yeah, it was a car crash. That's all I really feel like saying right now, and I hope you understand.

Well, it's time to go. He wants me to start looking over my friends and brother, and they're all in my old apartment, sitting down watching television. Time to put this diary away (yes, I have a diary in heaven, they exist up here and they're allowed, which is super cool) and check in on the three people I love the most.

I love the three of you so much. I will see you again, when the time is right. But now....it's time to take care of you all. What kind of guardian angel would I be if I didn't watch over you? A bad one. And that isn't an option. I was sent here to be a guardian angel, and I'm gonna be just that.

It's time to go. Until we meet again...

Love, Carly.


It was a sunny day out in Seattle, not a cloud in the sky, with a nice breeze here and there to even out the humidity. An unusual September day, some were saying. But to the three people sitting inside Apartment 8-C of the Bushwell Plaza in downtown Seattle, it could of been snowing or raining for all it mattered. They lounged around on the couch in the downstairs living room, their eyes trying to stay fixated on the television and the marathon of their favorite cartoon, but they were having a hard time remaining interested. Obviously, their minds were everywhere and anywhere. They all wore looks of sadness and suffering on their faces, a united front slowly starting to crumble down to the foundation due to the pressure of the recent events that turned their lives upside down.

The male in the middle of the couch, obviously the oldest of the group, sat there, his mid-length brown hair laying limply on his shoulders, trying to entertain himself by playing with a loose string on his flannel shirt, but failing. His eyes had heavy bags underneath them, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days, which was probably an accurate assumption. He looked like he was ready for sleep to capture him at any moment, but he fought to keep his eyes open, not only for himself, but for the two other people in the room flanking him on his left and right. He looked to both sides and smiled weakly at the two of them, both of them returning the favor just as weakly. He shook his head and then let out a deep sigh. The person he had just lost was the person who brightened his day up the most. He considered himself the luckiest older brother on earth to have a little sister like her. And now....now he had the whole apartment to himself, and he didn't know what to do with it or himself.

The boy on the right had his head in his hands, doing his best not to break down and cry. The past few days had been extremely taxing on his emotional and psychiatric state, and even after the funeral, he was still reeling. He didn't know when he would be able to fully get over it, if he was ever going to at this rate. The person who had been taken away from him was the only person who understood him and really accepted him for who he was. She befriended him when nobody else would when they were young, and their friendship had stood the test of time. He had grown to really like her, even crushing on her for the longest time, before he finally realized that if he kept it up, he'd risk alienating her and losing the first true friend he had ever made. So to say that he missed her would be a gross understatement.

And finally, the girl to the left, the one with the wild blond tresses that curled up like one of her favorite foods in curly fries, sat in her chair, her hair hanging over her face to shield the emotion that she thought she could ill afford to show at this point. She was supposed to be the tough one, rough around the edges, only kind and compassionate to those that were allowed to get somewhat close to her. She had lost her best, best friend in the whole world; someone she considered her sister. She loved her for who she was when everyone else was terrified of her or hated her for what she did. She accepted the fact that she would probably always be a tomboy that loved food more than any normal girl should at their age. Whenever she had a problem or, in rare cases, needed a shoulder to cry on, she knew that she could always turn to her best friend. The bond the two girls shared was unbreakable; it had weathered many storms, and still, they remained side by side, through thick and thin. And now, she was gone. The blond haired girl looked to her side and bit her lip, forcing the tears back as her gaze briefly shifted to the television, where a commercial came upon the screen for a television show.

All three of them sighed.

It was her favorite show.

"Hey, you two, you guys wanna stay for dinner, keep little ol' me company?"

The boy and girl looked to the adult in the middle and managed to force a smile, something he picked up on, but ignored. They shrugged their shoulders, hoping that would be enough of an answer for him.

"Alright then, I best get started on that. What do you guys want? Spaghetti tacos?"

The boy and girl quickly whipped their heads in his direction, glares written across their facial features, and the man in the middle recoiled, as if he had stepped on sacred ground and offended those who considered it sacred.

"I'm so sorry...my bad guys. Please, forgive me. It was an honest slip of the mind."

"It's alright, don't worry about it", the young brown haired boy mumbled to himself as he let out a sigh, going right back to burying his head in his hands again.

"Maybe some other time....it just doesn't feel appropriate right now, you know? I could honestly just go for a bowl of soup and some bread....I don't have much of an appetite right now", the blond haired girl said as she laid out in the couch, stretching her body. It had been a long couple of days for the three of them, and if they had their way, it'd be a long rest of their lives living without the girl who they all loved deeply.

"Hey, it's kinda cold in here....would you mind turning the heat up a little?", the girl asked the older man, who was already halfway towards the kitchen when he heard her speak.

"Yeah, just let me get the pots and pans out real quick, I'll be right on it", he responded as he began to rummage through the cabinets. It was then that the three of them all felt something weird.

The temperature in the room, which had been quite cold just mere seconds ago, now began to undergo a rapid change. The three people felt a comfortable warmth envelope them, and to say that they were perplexed as to what the deal was would be like saying the sky was blue. It was obvious.

"Did you turn the heat up?", the boy asked the man as he looked at the thermostat and saw that the dial had remained in the same place, yet he was feeling incredibly warm.

"No, I didn't even touch it....do you guys feel really warm right now too?", he asked, and watched as the kids nodded their heads in response rather quickly. "Then it isn't just me..."

"It feels like someone just draped a huge blanket over the room", the blond haired girl said, feeling comfortable with the change in temperature, but a little freaked that it happened so suddenly and quickly. Just then, another strange thing happened.

The adult walked back into the living room and watched with the two kids as the television was replaced with static, before a soft, soothing message was heard coming from the screen.

"You'll be forever an angel

in a sun dress blowing in the sweet September wind.

At least that's how I choose to remember,

and in my heart you'll never love again...."

The three of them turned to face each other, faces pale as a ghost, jaws dropped, not knowing what exactly to say. Finally, the oldest of the group managed to find his voice, however hoarse it may be.

"That....that was the last song she ever listened to...."

"You don't think it's some kind of sign, do you?", the young boy asked to no one in particular, trying to come up with a logical reason for what was happening around the room.

"Something seriously freaky is going on here...", the young girl commented as she pulled her legs up into her body, holding them tightly as her hair covered her face again, the three of them left wondering what the deal was with the temperature change and the song playing from the television, which was now acting normal again.

"Maybe it's all in our heads, guys", the oldest said as he rubbed the back of his neck, walking back into the kitchen, trying his best to resume his duty of making dinner for the three of them.

"Yeah....maybe you're right", the two of them said simultaneously as they shook their heads and managed to have their gazes find the television, where they did their best to stay interested with the events on the screen.

All the while, hovering high above the room, stood a girl, a brunette whose hair was waving in the air, hanging just below her shoulders, a smile on her perfect pink lips. The sun dress she was wearing was, to be cliche, angelic. She looked down at her two best friends and her older brother, and she nodded, knowing that now was not the time for her to reveal herself to them. But, when the time was right....she would be there for them. Deciding to leave them with the comfortable warmth she had given to them as a small token of appreciation, she floated upwards, towards her new home, high in the sky.

And all Freddie, Spencer and Sam had to do was merely look up...and all their questions would be answered.

AN: And that's the end of chapter one! I hope you all enjoyed this, it was an absolute joy to write. Expect an update soon, so read, review, and tell me your thoughts on iThink They Kissed! Till next time everyone, see ya later! :)