Summary: So now, she would finally answer her own question; return to what she remembers loving, to those she remembers loving

Summary: So now, she would finally answer her own question; return to what she remembers loving, to those she remembers loving her.

Disclaimer: iDon't Own iCarly or any of it's characters. Only the ones I make up:)

iRemember

Chapter Two

It's insanely cold out. I'm rubbing my arms like a maniac, even though I'm wearing a jacket. You'd think California would be warm twenty-four seven.

Seattle has normal weather. Dunno if it still does, as I haven't been there in thirty-six months. For all I know, it could be covered in ice. I'm that out of the loop.

All I'm saying is, when I was there, the weather made sense, along with a lot of things. And when it didn't, the three of us would find a way to make the best of it.

"Sam, pass me that fan." Carly asked groggily. The iCarly trio sat on Carly's couch. It was 98 degrees in Seattle that summer afternoon. And it was torturing them.

Sam looked from the fan on the table in front of her, and then past Freddie to Carly. "Nah, it requires effort."

"You're always lazy," Freddie says, taking a drink of his water.

"Shut up Freddork," Sam said tiredly. "It's too hot to counterattack you with all the negative things about you." Freddie gaped and looked away angrily.

"I'll just get it myself." Carly cut in, grabbing the fan and turning it on. It was one of those battery-operated fans that squirted water. She squirted water in her face and then sighed a breath of relief. "So, what do you guys wanna do? It's too hot to plan iCarly…"

"We could squirt that fan down Freddie's pants." Sam suggested nonchalantly.

"What? The nozzle wasn't enough?!" Freddie argued. "You know, I came home that day, and my mom thought I wet myself, so she made me wear training pants to bed for a whole week!"

"Aww, poor little nerd." Sam pinched his cheek and he whapped her hand off.

"You know what, Sam?!" he yelled. "I don't think –"

"La la la la la la…!" Sam plugged her eyes and sang la's to block out his comeback.

"Stop it! You didn't let me finish!"

"La La La La…"

"You're being so disrespectful right now!"

"La la la la la!"

Carly sighed in frustration, stood up, and squirted water at the two of them with her fan until they stopped. They stopped and stared at her. "Are you two done?"

"Yes." They both said, glancing at each other. Suddenly, Sam snapped her fingers.

"Hey, Carls, you just gave me an idea!" she said. "Let's have a spray fan fight. You got two more?!"

"Oh yeah, Spencer has some in his room!"

"Let's do it." Freddie said, excited.

"Be afraid Freddo." Sam smirked. "Be very afraid." The three of them ran up the stairs.

Now? I'm cold, with no one to help me out. And it sucks.

I brush memories out of my mind and stare straight ahead, focusing on the task ahead.

Well, firstly, I needed a disguise. If anyone were to see me out here, I would never get out of this stupid town.

Where to go, where to go.

I look around, hoping for a Costume Shop, Hair Salon, or possibly a hobo with a wig. Who am I kidding; there are no hobos outside Le Beau. Anything that doesn't scream RICH AND BEAUTIFUL gets a big, fat "bye-bye."

I finally catch sight of a trailer labeled "PROPS" and smile, satisfied. They were always shooting movies around these parts, so there was random movie-type stuff everywhere.

I walk quietly over to the trailer and take a bobby pin out of her hair. With a frown, I realize; I don't remember how to pick locks.

I used to pick locks on a daily basis. See? This is what I mean. Sam Puckett is gone. Freddie's email from so long ago was totally, completely right. Even now, I hate him for being right. Yet I also completely love him for it.

In a platonic way, I mean. Don't go getting ideas!

Um, anyway, I turn the knob, in hopes that it's miraculously unlocked. And it is. I smile contently; everything was going well so far. Maybe this won't be as hard as I thought…

I walk in and flip on the light switch. The whole trailer illuminates the array of incredibly odd-looking costumes. What is this, Freak Show the movie?!'

The only wigs they have are a curly, short, red wig, a green, high wig, and a long, straight, blue-haired wig.

I decide on the pink wig. No way was I wearing an alien wig, for one thing, and also, the blue wig would just be…Samantha Puckétte with blue hair. No point.

Great, so now I'm wearing a red wig. Shouldn't be too noticeable…Ha, I'm funny.

There's a pair of grey sweatpants, and a blue T-shirt in there, and I change into those. I keep my jacket though. Like I said, it was cold. Then, I grab a pair of large, Paris Hilton-like shades.

I start looking around for anything else useful, but then I decide I'd stolen enough. I had money, a lot of it, as obnoxious as that sounds. I'd be fine.

I close the door of the trailer, and I'm back on the lonely sidewalk of Hollywood.

Okay. Now all I have to do is, find a ride to the airport, get a ticket for a flight to Seattle, find out where Carly and Freddie live, get there, and…well, I don't exactly know what I'm going to do when/if that time comes. I'm hoping it'll just fall into place.

Sometimes, I doubt that they even remember me. Maybe they glance at a magazine cover or article I'm in and go, "Hey, I used to know that girl!" But do they remember me?

What if the memory of Sam Puckett's gone? Just, gone completely? I mean, it'd make sense, since I am technically gone. Even my mom doesn't recognize me anymore. Just yesterday, she asked me if I wanted her to sneak me some ham. I told her I hated ham. Which pretty much says it all, doesn't it?

Just for the record, I don't even remember what ham tastes like. I only know that I used to love it. I used to take so much advantage of all the little things in my life – the foods I loved, the places I liked to go, the jokes I liked to make. I never realized how much all those bits and pieces that make up who I am would be so important to hold on to.

If I had just took a moment, a stupid second, to think about what I was giving up, in comparison to what I was gaining, I'm positive I would've ripped that stupid contract up and chucked it at Jayrn's head. I would've screamed, "I'm Sam Puckett, you nub! I don't let anyone tell me what to do!"

But I didn't. I gave myself up without even realizing it.

I don't think I'm even worth Carly and Fredward's memories. I kick a pebble on the street in frustration. It hurts to think that I miss them and remember them all too well, and it could very well be the opposite for them, concerning me.

Whatever. I've got to do this. There's no turning back.

"You're… what?" Carly blinked. She couldn't believe what Sam, her best friend, since the age of eight, had just said.

"Yeah, these two guys want to make me all 'famous'!" Sam said, saying 'famous' in a joking manner. "How nutty is that?"

"What do you mean nutty?" she asked, exasperated all of a sudden. "You're just leaving?! What about me? And Freddie? And what's gonna happen to iCarly?"

"C'mon, Carly, the show can survive without me." Sam said, truly believing it could. "What about Freddie?"

"Never mind," Carly answered quickly. "I'll just…I'll miss you. You're my best friend."

"Hey, it's not gonna change anything," Sam reassured. "We'll always be friends. We'll call and email all the time. I might not see you as often as I'd wanna, but…" Sam sighed, looking away. "I dunno, I really want to do this. Finally, something I'm good at that's important, you know?"

Carly looked at her friend for a long time. It would be hard to not see her all the time. She told Sam everything. She was her sister. Sure, they'd had their fair share of disagreements, but they always fixed it. Would Sam's fame tear them apart…but, for good?

"You promise we'll always be friends?" she asked quietly.

"I promise, kid," Sam smiled. "Let's ankle swear on it."

Carly smiled and they went through the long process of an ankle swear.

"I swear." They both said together at the end, and then they hugged.

"When you are leaving?" Carly asked.

"About a week." Sam said sadly. "But hey, we've got one more iCarly 'til then!"

"Yeah…" Carly fakes a smile, wondering what will happen, in reality. She made a vow to not let fame get to Sam's head, and secretly added it to their ankle swear.

Another ankle swear; broken.

Just my luck, a taxi happened to drive by. It's pretty uncommon to see a taxi in this part of California, much less at, like, quarter to one in the morning.

"Hey! Taxi! Stop!" I yell, running after it. My wig almost falls off, but I grab it just in the nick of time. The taxi screeches to a halt.

"I'm off shift!" the guy yells, as he opens the door.

"Oh please." I roll my eyes. "Just give me a ride to the nearest airport, will ya?"

"Fine, fine." The driver mumbles. "Take time out of my break…"

I climb in and buckle my seatbelt. "Thanks buddy."

"Don't call me buddy." He mumbles. The driver has creepily straight hair, bulgy eyes and annoyingly perfect posture. "And how old are you anyway? Why in the world are you out so late?"

"I'm sixteen." I fold my arms across my chest. "It's not like I'm five. Besides, there's something really important I gotta do. It's none of your concern!"

"Well, sorry." The dude rolls his eyes and stops the taxi. "We're here. Whoop dee doo. You owe me five bucks, miss."

"Here." I take a five-dollar bill out of my pocket and hand it to him, as I open the door. We're at California Fields Airport. "Thanks, mister…?"

"Sockberg," he answers. "Socko Sockberg."

My eyes widen. Socko? Could it be?

"Socko?!" I say, really surprised. "As in, Spencer's sock-obsessed friend?!"

"Spencer…" Socko thinks for a moment. "You mean Spencer Shay?"

"Yeah!" I'm pretty dang excited now. But also confused. This isn't how I pictured Socko at all, back when Spencer described him to us. He's a taxi driver now? What happened to his socks? "I'm fr – I, um, know his sister, Carly. Would you happen to know where they live now?"

"Sorry, not sure." He answers. "I haven't spoken to Old Spence in about two years."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why…?"

"I dunno." He sighed, drumming his hands on the steering wheel. "Apparently his sister was going through some rough times. He suddenly decided to shape up and act like an adult, for her sake. Stupid, really…but he came to me one day and told me that his colorful sock days were behind him, and he would no longer need my services. Then I never heard from him again."

Suddenly I'm feeling guiltier than I've ever felt before. I ruined Spencer's life. I ruined Socko's life. If I could ruin the life of some dude I had only known by name up 'til this point, I can only imagine what else I could've messed up by leaving. "That's…I'm really sorry…" And I mean it.

"Hey, life goes on." Socko shrugs.

I nod. Sure, life goes on after bad stuff happens. It has to. Sadness doesn't stop the world from turning, or oxygen being produced…or people breathing it. Life itself has to go on. But maybe…not in the way it should sometimes. "Just…one more question; why're you a taxi driver? What happened to your flashy sock selling?"

"Oh, simple." Socko gives a sad smile. "Spencer was my only customer. Have a good night." And he drives off.

I sigh. I guess things change.

But there's just gotta be an edit button somewhere.

I stare at the airport in front of me. Next stop; Seattle, to fix it all.

At least…I hope.

A/N: I think that's so sad about Socko, don't you?:(

It really makes you think…what else has changed since Sam up and left?

You'll discover that soon enough.

Anyway, meanwhile, pleaseee review?

-Colors