A/N: sooo I've decided to change some things. I changed "5 months" to "5 years" because 5 months is toooo short. And in this story, of course all the characters are 5 years older. And I think this is kinda like a future-fic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nooooo... my name is not Dan Schneider and I do not own iCarly.

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I spray the perfume to my neck for the last time and check my outfit. I look at my reflection on the mirror and smile. Not bad, I look kinda good, actually.

I'm wearing a light grey dress with some ruffles that falls before my knees, a pair of black tight leggings, a dark grey—almost black—oversized cardigan that I left unbuttoned and my favorite pair of white Converse. I grab my owl necklace and put it around my neck, the owl hangs right on my chest. I also grab some random bracelets and rings from Carly's accessories box.

I let my wild golden hair messy like that, it's always been my style afterall. I almost grab Carly's eyeliner and lipgloss when I realize...

Since when did I, Sam Puckett, care about these things? I mean, even since I graduated from high school I still never wear make-ups and I usually just grab random things to wear from my closet. But now, for the 1908235th time, I check my own reflection on the mirror.

You care, 'cuz you wanna impress someone, duh.

I shake my head. No, no. Who am I gonna impress with my look? Pffh.

That Benson kid.

What? You're such an idiot! Why would I dress up for Freddie—Fredface? He doesn't mean a thing for me.

Yes he does. You luuuuurve him. You still luuuuurve him. That's why you wanna impress him with your look.

Shut up, head! I've moved on! I'm trying to show him that I've moved on! I don't luuuurve him anymore!

Keep denying.

I'm not denying!

Ugh, it's stupid. I'm fighting with my own thoughts. Stupid.

I apply the eyeliner and lipgloss anyway, and put a bit of other make-up on my face. There, I look pretty good. Well, I should've tried this a lot more. This is kinda fun.

I walk outside Carly's room and yell, "Car-laaaaay! Where r'ya?"

"Down here, Sam!" she yells back. I walk/run downstairs and stop in the kitchen to find Carly who's making her special lemonade.

I raise my eyebrows and walk to the fridge. "Ah! People have no food." I slam the fridge shut and turn around.

Carly smiles, "Want a glass of my special lemonade?" she offers.

I shriek, "No, gross!"

She frowns and shrugs. I plop myself on the couch and she takes a sip of her "special" lemonade. And then she looks at me with a weird face.

"What?"

"Did you—did you just put some make-up on your face?"

I frown, "Um... yeah... why?"

"Oh my God! Sam finally uses make-ups! Oh my God! And you even wear a dress!"

"Chill, Carls. What's the biggie?" I turn off the TV. Nothing interesting.

"You finally care about your look!"

I roll my eyes, "Whatever," i stand up, "let's go, Carls. People might be waiting for us."

"Okay," she grabs her coat and opens the door. We walk outside Bushwell Plaza and get into her car, heading to our old school, Ridgeway High to attend a 5 year reunion.

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A/N: That's it for today. Sorry it's too short, hehe. You can check the clothes Sam wears on my profile ;)

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