Chapter Eleven: Freddie's POV
"He's really gone?" Carly said, her eyes looking happier than I'd seen them in a long time.
"He's really gone," Sam said.
"You guys are the best," Carly replied, a tear rolling down her cheek and a smile spreading across her face. "How can I ever repay you?"
"No need," we said at the same time. Sam looked up into my eyes and smiled. I kissed her forehead, savoring even that small moment.
And we all sat on the couch, Sam's legs in my lap, my arm around her waist, Carly on the end, holding a bowl of popcorn and smiling. We began discussing our next iCarly, ready for whatever the remains of our teenage years wished to throw at us. Because no matter what happened, we'd be together. And that's all we could really ask for.
