JUSTUFF: Hey everyone!
I'm back with another update for iCome Back!
I know that I still haven't updated iLove America, but I have a good reason.
You see, iLove America is one of these stories I like to call, "Walking Over Glass Stories," or "WOG stories." I call them that because when there's glass all over the floor, you don't run like an idiot. You take your time and carefully WALK over the glass.
Get it?
Oh well, onto the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: iOwn the name WOG stories. iDon't Own iCarly.
Sam's POV
Well, what I predicted came true.
Freddie found someone else.
Alyson Cooper.
But I hadn't hated her like I'd suspected, she was way too nice to hate. She was another Carly, the girl I knew Freddie should end up with. And Freddie was happy.
It had been 2 months since I had broken up with him, and we only saw each other during iCarly. I faked a smile when I saw Alyson with him, giving him one of those "Good Luck on Your Show," kisses. He'd smile at me, which I supposed was either rubbing it in my face because of my breaking up with him and making him a total loser at school, (Well, not a total loser, but that's how Freddie felt about the situation) or he was really happy I was becoming OK with this whole Alyson Cooper thing.
I wasn't, but if he thought so, then I was hiding my feelings and emotions well.
I saw this coming. I knew the fantasy was over.
But just seeing him during iCarly hours didn't make it any less painful to see him, knowing about Alyson, and all.
And I couldn't really talk to Carly about any of this either. Freddie usually goes over there to, you know, talk. But since I want to talk to Carly too without overloading her drama meter, and having her accidentally spill out secrets to the entire school, and since I'm still in love with him, I let Freddie have her. And I've been kind of slowly slipping away.
Alyson sort of plays me now.
And nothing I thought of made that empty piece in my heart that he still owned suddenly gain a new piece.
So I bought a diary.
I made sure I bought one with a lock, and I put the key somewhere where I know I'll never lose it, where it will always be safe…
It was in a diamond-studded box my grandmother had given to me when the doctor's told her she only had 3 months left to live.
Grandma Christy (not to be confused with J'Mamaw) was just lying there, paler than a blank sheet of new paper. I walked up to her.
She was like a second mom to me.
Tears were hard to hold back. But I let them fall. It was my grandmother. I was always comfortable around her.
"My Dear Samantha, do not cry."
Oh, yeah, and she always called me Samantha, everybody did actually. But then she died, and hearing Samantha was too hard to bear, so I made people call me Sam, and it sort of stuck to me since I don't like the name Samantha at all anymore.
"Take this." She handed me a diamond-incrusted box. "Put all your best life memories inside this box. Look inside of it. Look at what I put in. I think you will be interested by it."
"It's…It's a knife?"
"A survival knife." She corrected.
"Tell me this story! You've never told it to me!" My nine year-old voice exclaimed loudly.
"Shhhh," she responded. "Samantha, the beauty of this box is that you can put in something from your past you really enjoyed, and whenever you look at it you'll remember and smile and laugh. Like a secret code. But no one else will know the specialness of such a simple item except you. It's sort of like a secret keeper. It was mine, and now it is all yours."
"Cool! Thanks, Grandma Christy!" I shouted. I was so excited about the Secret Keeper.
"Shhh, Samantha," She winced, "Please, leave, now. I am very tired."
"OK," I whispered, and went back to the waiting room where my mom waited.
She didn't exactly like Grandma Christy.
She died sooner than the doctors' had predicted, and it was a very sad time in my life for me.
I still had her survival knife, and had up until that one iCarly episode where we needed to find Sasha Striker.
I gave it up.
Being full of idiocy, I let it go. Who cares? I didn't know the secret, did I?
What use was it to me?
But I realized, soon after, that it was special to Grammy Christy, and it was the only thing I had left of her.
What I put in there was nothing, up until the trip to Rome. I put all of the photos in that box, neatly stacked.
And on top was the little key to my diary.
I heard a knock at the door. My mom was gone, so I knew it was up to me to answer it.
"Coming!" I called to the visitor.
"Oh, hi, Carly."
"You want to come eat at MSM with me, Freddie, and, um…" Her voice trailed off.
"Alyson." I sighed, finishing. "And MSM?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry, me and…Alyson always call it that. It stands for Meat Shack Millie's, you know, that hot dog and burger joint we always…used to go to together?"
She nodded.
"No, thanks," I was in the middle of closing the door and Carly was in the middle of turning around when I re-opened the door.
"Is Freddie cool with it? He knows you're inviting me?"
She nodded, with a questioning look. She knew I was thinking it over, and usually I said, "No," because I still felt weak.
Thanks a lot Freddie. I immediately shook that thought away.
I couldn't blame him. I just couldn't.
"No, no, I shouldn't," We repeated our past actions, when I again opened the door.
You know what, I thought.
I turned back to Carly.
"What time?" I questioned.
I knew this was going to be good for me, get some fresh air, get out of the house for a while…
And I would get to see Freddie again.
Honestly, I like this chapter.
It really revealed a lot about Sam, and I was going to do a Freddie POV, but I had no idea what to say.
SAYING OF THE CHAPTER: Fudgie Bunnies! Boring Hats! Brownie Puppies! Paper Cats!
Hope you enjoyed,
Zazeendot
*Reviews are always welcome.
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