A/N: Hello people! I'm sorry I haven't updated this story. I went for a visit to my dad's family last FULL week and I wasn't allowed to bring my laptop so I couldn't write and it's frustrating because I had a lot of ideas in my head. When we got back, i immediately grabbed my laptop and write like crazy.

And, yaaay! I've decided to continue updating my other story, iWill Love You Forever, the sequel of iLove Both Of Them! You should read it : D

I hope you'll like this chap.

Disclaimer: I don't have a wife named HungryGirl, so I don't own iCarly.

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We arrive at Ridgeway High. From the outside, nothing has changed much. Just a bit re-painting, a new small building and a larger parking lot.

After Carly parked her black honda, we walk inside our old school and get into the hall. Everyone is already here. Some of them bring their girlfriends/boyfriends, fiances, some of them even bring their wives and husbands. And I come here alone. Well, not alone, but with Carly.

Carly has a boyfriend. Remember Brad? Our fudgey intern? After the lock-in incident, they became closer and closer. After two months of flirting and giggling, Brad finally asked her out and of course, Carly said yes. After their first date, Carly would never stop talking about him. Sometimes it made me sick, but I was happy for her. And, yeah, they're inseparable now.

Brad couldn't attend this reunion. Now he's a cameraman for a big TV Network in USA, and he has a work to do today. If Brad was able to come with Carly, I'm sure I'd come here alone. Being single sometimes sucks, but Mama can't seem to find a perfect match for her. Every single boy around me is too nubbish. I can't stand their nubbiness. It's just too gross.

Except the dork. Wherever he is now.

Carly nudges me with her elbow and I whisper/yell, "What?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Look!" She gestures to a tall man who's wearing a khaki pants, grey floral shirt and a white stupid cap. Beside him, a super tall and sexy tanned woman with reddish brown hair holds his left arm and waves to us.

Looking at how much he has changed—and how much that chick has become sexier and hotter—both my and Carly's jaws drop to the ground. "Is that..." I trail off.

"Carly? Sam?" they walk toward us with a huge smile.

The woman lets go of his arms and the man opens wide his strong and muscley arms. Still with huge smile.

Carly hugs him for a few seconds and they pull away. After that, the man turns to me and grins, "Gibbaaaay!" and we hug.

"Oh my God you're so tall!" Carly shakes her head in disbelief. He just smirks.

I look at the sexy chick. "Wow. And you're still with Tasha."

"Yeah. We are meant to be," Tasha smiles and Gibby kisses her cheek. I shudder, but then Carly glares at me.

"Hey, Gibby?" Carly calls him.

"Yeah?"

"You, uh, have stopped being shirtless everywhere, right?" Carly asks sheepishly.

We all laugh. Oh yeah, we're talking about the mermaid who used to run across the hall, SHIRTLESS, and screaming random chiz.

"Nah. I've changed, you know? But of course, I still am shirtless when I was with her in our bedroom," he smirks and Tasha just giggles. Carly and I glance at each other and shiver. God, I really—i mean, REALLY—don't wanna hear anything about Gibby's sex life. Gross.

"You guys live together? So you guys are married or what?" I ask them curiously.

Tasha shakes her head. "Yeah, we live together in a small apartment in Hollywood. No, we're not married, not yet. But," she shows a beautiful engagement ring on her finger—wow, that dude got a lot of money, "he proposed to me last week. We're planning a wedding this fall. Come, will you?"

"Of course we will," Carly smiles.

"It's glad to see you guys again. We've missed you guys very much," Gibby says.

"We've missed you too, Gibster. Especially when there was no one left to give a wedgie," I grin. Carly rolls her eyes.

"I'm gonna catch up with other friends here. But, wanna hang out at Groovy Smoothie tonight at 8?" says Carly.

"Of course," says Gibby.

"We'd love to," says Tasha.

"Okay, see you later guys!" I say and they walk away to meet other people here.

"Wow," Carly shakes her head.

"I know."

"Gibby… and Tasha? Engaged? Living together? Hollywood?"

"Yeah."

We both chuckle and walk around the hall, meeting old faces we haven't seen in years.

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Seriously, almost everyone is here. Carly and I just talked to Wendy, who hasn't changed. Still being the gossip queen she always is, she told us about everything that has happened to everyone in this building, in the past 5 years. Who's married to who, who's engaged to who, who's dating with who, who has a job as bleh bleh bleh. I'm surprised that she really pays a lot of attention to all the nubs here who used to be my schoolmates.

I didn't really pay attention to her, actually. I only listened to the part when she said Freddie now lives in a foreign country, and that Tasha is a supermodel and an actress. And Gibby is her manager (manager, really? Gibby? MANAGER?). No wonder why the lovebirds live in Hollywood.

And then she waved goodbye, leaving me and Carly speechless.

"I guess we're the only ones who haven't changed," says Carly, looking at the old, grown-up faces.

"At least now you're almost a big star in Broadway, Carls. Look at me. What do I do?" I look at her, but I don't let her speak, "Correct. Eat, sleep, and eat again. Like a pig. But so what? At least I enjoy living like this. Life's good." I shrug.

Carly looks at me, raising her eyebrows.

"Okay, okay. Maybe my life isn't that exciting," I mumble.

She chuckles, "Sam, you have to do something in your life!"

"What? You're saying I never do anything in my life? What am I doing right now? I'm talking! I'm doing something," I whine.

"You will never change," she mutters.

I laugh, "Chill, Carls. I was just kidding. I just… I don't have a passion. Anymore. I don't know what to do. I don't know who I wanna be. I don't have any talent," I murmur my last sentence. "You're an actress slash singer. Wendy is an infotainment host. Tasha is a supermodel. Even Gibby is a manager!"

"You do have a talent, and you know that."

"Yeah. Eating. Sleeping. My special talents," I say in a mocking tone. Right, mocking myself. Mocking the now-pathetic Sam Puckett. Mocking the pathetic girl who became pathetic just because a stupid nub left her for his dreams—well, yeah, after the pathetic girl left him.

Carly rolls her eyes. "You know, you'll find out soon. What you can really do. You will find your passion, who you wanna be. You just have to try."

I sigh and sip a glass of root beer in my hand.

"You can't do nothing forever, Sam. Some things need to change. Well, some other things need to stay the way they are supposed to be," Carly shrugs at her last sentence, and then sips her drink.

I close my eyes, drown deep in thought. Carly's words got me thinking.

I know that I need to change. I mean, I can't always stay with Carly and live in her house, eating her food everyday, right? Someday I have to find my own job. I have to work and feed myself. I have to do something. I have to change my attitude, find my passion and inspiration, and be who I want to be.

But what if I don't want to? What if I'm too afraid of changes? What if I'm too scared to change, because a certain someone in my life has changed so much that make me feel like a stranger to them?

I shake my head and open my eyes and see Carly, glancing at me, and then at her left, and then at me. I raise my eyebrows, turn my head to where she is looking at, and I almost choke on my drink to death.

That "certain someone" is here. The last person I wanna see in this building. Or the first.

Oh yeah, life's good. And don't forget to catch my sarcasm.