Hey. Sorry about the wait. My computer's having issues. Long story short, my Internet isn't working. Anyway, here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
"I just wish I could see you one more time, Sam. I…I'd tell you…" Tell me what? He glanced out the window once more in deep thought. "If only…" Yeah, if only…If only Carly hadn't made that first wish…If only I didn't make fun of Freddie so much…If only I could tell him…If only…
I looked at the alarm clock illuminating the bedroom. Ten o'clock. On a normal day, I would be slipping into my sleeping bag at Carly's – hiding the remote from her so she couldn't turn the TV off. Of course, she usually just gets up and turns it off by hand…But, whatever.
"Freddie-bear! It's time for beddy-by!" Ah, man, how does he live with her?
"Yes, Mom." He slid into bed after silently praying. I sat down in the corner with my head against the wall. Hey, maybe his wish will come true. I thought as I drifted off to sleep. I knew it wouldn't.
When I awoke, Freddie was on his computer researching shooting stars. Hmm. I wonder what he's doing…"No…No! No! No! There's no way her wish could…No. Sam's out there. She is. She didn't disappear…not like that…It's not Carly's fault. It's not." I peeked at the webpage. "True Stories of Shooting Star Wishes Coming True." He thinks Carly's right.
"Fredward! I'm going to work. I left your vitamins and some smiley-face eggs on the table. Be good. Lock the doors. Don't let anyone inside! Bye, bye huney!" Mrs. Benson called out in a very speedy voice as she shut the door.
The phone rang.
"Hello…Carly?…Did you here anything?…No…Phew…Man…Her mom said what!...No…No…I'm sure she doesn't really think that…Carls…It's not your fault…Don't think like that…Wished don't come true on shooting stars…I believe in coincidence…That's all it was…I promise…I promise…Good bye…" I couldn't help but think Carly felt guilty for her wish. My mom probably blamed her, too. Oh, gosh.
"Sam, wherever you are, please come back. Carly needs you…I need you…" You do? At that moment, I knew he liked me back. But, there was no way he would ever know.
After he ate his breakfast and threw his vitamins down the toilet (What a rebel), he went back to the computer. "Wishes don't come true like that. They don't. They don't. They can't. No. They just can't." Yeah. Yeah, they can. Unfortunately.
My eyes went wide. That's it! All I have to do is get someone to wish me back at the next shooting star. But how…Why didn't I think of that?! I ran to his desk. No pencils. Why does he have to have a crazy, overprotective mother? I mean really?!
To Carly's house I go.
I slipped into Carly's apartment. She was slumped on the couch. She didn't even notice that the door had opened 'by itself.' I grabbed a pen off of the counter. I took one look at her and almost cried. She looked so sad. I couldn't stay there. It was way too upsetting.
Freddie was pacing across his room muttering to himself. "Wishes don't come true. Wishes don't come true. Wishes don't come true. They don't. They don't." I went up to the notepad on his desk. What does he write with? With my chicken scratchy handwriting, I scribbled out a message:
"Yes they do."
So, now what? Freddie is starting to believe that Sam disappeared because of Carly's wish. Will he understand Sam's message? Well, anyway, thanks for the reviews. Auf Wiedersehen, SheriffBoB.