Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own iCarly. Or 13 going on 30.
A/N: Pretend Nathan is played by the actor Ryan Merriman.
~*Sam*~
I awoke the next day in a bed. It wasn't my bed, first of all, it was king size. Second of all, it had posh bedding. I opened my eyes and sat up, I let my eyes wander the room. I didn't reconigse it. Then I looked beside me and gasped. There was a man that had dark hair, sleeping next to me.
He opened one blue eye, and smiled at me. "Morning."
"Uh, morning?" I raised one eyebrow.
"Don't you have some big music recording thing you have to get to?" He asked.
"Shit!" I said, getting up. I ran to my closet, which was absolutely massive. It was a walk-in closet, that you walked in you could see clothes, then if you pushed them aside, you opened another door way, there was more clothes, shoes and handbags. I grinned.
"Dress nice, babe." I heard the nameless guy shout from the bed.
"What's your name?" I shouted back.
"Sam, baby, cut the act. What do you mean what's my name, you know my name. It's Nathan." He replied.
"Ah." I said. "Why does he keep calling me babe and baby?" I whispered to myself.
I shook off any thoughts and picked an outfit out. I picked out a pink skater dress, a pair of black heel boots, a pair of pink feather earrings and a black suede jacket. I quickly got changed then squealed when I noticed a bunch of designer handbags on the shelf. I picked off a brown Louis Vuitton bag. I then put on some makeup and tightly curled my long blonde hair.
I walked out of the closet and shut the doors. I noticed Nathan still laid on the bed, only now he was more alive and watching TV.
"Whoa. You look hot." He smirked at me.
"Yeah yeah. Where is this music recording thingy?" I asked, I then noticed a mobile on the bedside. "Is that mine?" I asked, pointing to it.
"Why are you acting so crazy? Yes it's yours. I don't really know where the music recording is, it's in the high street."
"Washington Music Studios?"
"Yes."
"Ugh, I should go." I said, turning road.
Nathan coughed behind me, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"No." I shook my head than ran out of the apartment. My phone began to ring, the caller ID read Manager. I answered.
"Hello?"
"Sam! Where are you?!"
"I slept in late, sorry. I'm on my way."
"Hurry up!" He shouted then hung up without a goodbye.
"Well then." I said to myself and put my mobile in my bag. Maybe I should call him back, call in sick. No Sam, you have to go in. I sighed and prepared myself for what I was about to experience.
I walked into Washington Music Studios.
"There you are!" A guy who was about 6 foot tall, dark hair and glasses. He turned to another guy who was dark skinned, and a skinhead, "This, right here, is the girl who is going to make you the big bucks. Sam darling, why don't you go in there and sing your pretty little head off." He smiled.
"Uh, sing?"
"Yes, you are here to get a record deal."
I gulped. "What am I singing?"
"Oh come on! Does this girl even know her own name?" The record producer said.
"Yes thanks." I sneered at him.
"Breakthrough, here." He said handing me the lyrics. Huh? This was one of the songs I wrote when I was sixteen. At least I knew it.
"It's okay, I know the words." I said and put my back down. I wandered into the recording studio, taking a deep breath as I put the head phones on and began to sing into the microphone.
Up down spinnin' all around Here we go Here comes a breakthrough Shake it 'til you make it 'til you're breakin' on through Stop, still take another breath Sometimes it's raisin' your voice Here comes a breakthrough I can see it in the blind site Sometimes it's raisin' your voice Here comes a breakthrough Shake it 'til you make it you're breakin' on through Shake it 'til you make it you're breakin' on through Here comes a breakthrough
Fly high, fallin' to the ground
Sometimes dreams can feel so far away
Time keeps skippin' out of beat
Left, right, trippin' on your feet
Life is like a string of cloudy days
Sometimes it's raisin' your voice
Sometimes it's makin' some noise
Sometimes it's provin' to the world it was wrong
Whenever you can't see the light
Whenever there's no end in sight
Keep on, Keep on movin' on
Keep on movin' on
Here comes a day
Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it
So don't let it get away
It's time I breakthrough
Just turn the page
Cause every day I'm getting closer
Life is just a rollercoaster
Don't stop 'til you're breakin' on through
Shake it 'til you make it 'til you're breakin' on through
Don't stop 'til you're breakin' on through
Roadblock, move it to the left
Get around whatever's in your way
Heartbreak, pick up all the pieces
Don't stop dancin' in the bleachers
It's gonna be your turn to play
Gonna be your turn to play
Sometimes it's makin' some noise
Sometimes it's provin' to the world it was wrong
Whenever you can't see the light
Whenever there's no end in sight (Here we go)
Keep on, Keep on moving on
Keep on moving on
Here comes a day
Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it
So don't let it get away
It's all about a breakthrough
Just turn the page
Cause every day you're getting closer
Life is just a rollercoaster
Movin' through the limelight
Groovin' to my music I'ma use it when the time's right
Hopin' I can do it through
The shadows I can shine bright
Usually in life there's one shot
And this is our night
Listen to the rhythm we givin' and it'll make you
Start pushin' through barriers It'll take you
Wherever that you wanna go
Never too late to
Keep pushin' 'til you breakthrough
Sometimes it's makin' some noise
Sometimes it's provin' to the world it was wrong (world it was wrong)
Whenever you can't see the light (can't see the light)
Whenever there's no end in sight (no end in sight)
Keep on, Keep on movin' on
Keep on movin' on
Here comes a day
Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it
It's time I breakthrough
Just turn the page
Cause every day I'm getting closer
Life is just a rollercoaster
Don't stop 'til you're breakin' on through
Shake it 'til you make it you're breakin' on through (put your hands up)
Don't stop 'til you're breakin' on through (put your hands up)
Don't stop 'til you're breakin' on through (don't stop, don't stop, don't stop no)
Shake it 'til you make it you're breakin' on through
Don't stop
The record producer and my manager started clapping. Suddenly, a brown haired woman burst through the doors. She was wearing a gray maternity dress with a blue belt and blue flipflops. Her hair was half up, half down.
"Carly?" I asked. She smiled and waved at me.
I walked out of the sound studio and she spoke to me, "Did I miss it?"
"Yes, Carly. Yes, you did. But, it was fantastic! I'm going to have a talk with the record producer, and get you a record deal Sam!" My manager smiled. "Well, thats you done for the day. You may leave."
Carly smiled and congratulated me. She then grabbed my arm and dragged me out the studio. "So, how are things with Nathan?" She grinned.
"Nathan?" I gave her a confused look, then it clicked. The guy in my apartment. "Oh, fantastic."
"Is everything okay?"
I shook my head, "No! I don't know what happened Carly! The last day I remember is the fourth of January 2013! It's now 2026!"
"Did you hit your head or something?"
"W...Oh yeah, I did. The other day, I was in the kitchen and slipped and smacked my head off the counter. When I awoke, I was in bed with Nathan but I couldn't remember anything since that day." I fretted.
"Oh, Sam. Do you need me to remind you of everything?" She asked and I nodded, "We'll do this over coffee. Come on." She said and we walked to Starbucks.
"So, go on. Explain." I said.
"Well, after high school you and I went to Washington State University. We both studied art and theatre. We both went on to be singers, although you have a better manager than I do. You've already had like six record deals, while I've had four. Obviously, you live in the apartment you woke up in this morning. You're really well off on money, I judge you know this by your closet and designer handbags," I smiled.
"You look very, erm, pregnant."
"Yeah." She smiled, "7 months gone."
"Who's the father? Are you married?"
She nodded, "Brad."
"Wait, our old intern Brad?" I grinned when she nodded, "Oh, go Carls."
"Of course, you and Brad are the best of friends."
I smiled. "What about Spencer?"
"Spencer married a woman called, Stephanie. They have two kids. A little girl called Aria Carly Shay and a little boy called Ryan Spencer Shay. Aria is 4 and Ryan is 1."
"My mom?"
"Your mom, wow. She's the biggest surprise of all. Your mom married a lawyer and they moved to New York together, she got her happy ending." Carly smiled.
"and Freddie?"
"Freddie went to MIT and studied in Tech. He's a film director."
"Do you hear off him?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. Every other day. You never do though."
"Why? Did something happen?"
"Well, in high school, you and Freddie dated a while and one day Freddie was at mine when you stormed in. I didn't hear the actual argument, but you told me the story after Freddie left. Some girl at school had told you her and Freddie had sex in the janitors closet, you came to confront him about it. From what I heard, you said some really hurtful things to him and didn't believe him. He told you that a relationship is nothing without trust, and you said you didn't trust him, he was just like his father, a liar. You told him it was over after that and he left, crying. You didn't hear anything from him after that." Carly sighed, and I held back tears.
"I really said that to him?" I whispered and she nodded. "Did I never apologise?"
"Your Sam Puckett. You don't apologise." Carly spoke.
I sighed, "What about Nathan? Who is he?" I asked taking a sip of my coffee.
"Your fiance" She replied and I did a spit take.
"I don't remember him, I don't wanna marry him!" I exclaimed.
She laughed. LAUGHED.
"We'll discuss that later. Do you have Freddie's number?" I asked and Carly nodded. "Can I have it?"
"Sure." She wrote it down on a napkin and handed it to me.
"Thanks." I said, putting it in my handbag and standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to talk to Freddie. I'll text ya later." I replied.
She smiled, "Bye."
I walked out and smiled to myself. I took out the napkin, and my phone and began to dial. Whether he'd answer or not is beyond me, but even if he didn't, I'd drive to his house and grovel on his front door step till he did. I'd talk to this boy if it was the last thing I did.