A/N: Thanks for the reviews (again). It seems most people don't want Carly to see Sam. So, here goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

When I woke up, the sun was shining down on my pillow warming my face and soothing my thoughts. My eyes fluttered open to see Freddie staring at me from his place on the floor. "That's kinda creepy." I couldn't resist speaking my mind.

"Whatever." He stood up and looked at the clock. "Hey, it's noon. How do you sleep so long?"

"I was up at 2:30 in the morning!"

"Oh. Right. Well, I guess we should go get breakfast…or lunch. Then, we can head to Carly's." He led me to the kitchen (my favorite room). "Let me guess, ham and bacon?"

"Uh huh." He fried some bacon and gave me some ham from the fridge. I then realized I hadn't eaten in two days. Wow. That's new.

After breakfast, I followed him to Carly's apartment. He opened the door (Spencer never remembers to lock it) and stepped inside. I proceeded in after him. "Carly! Spencer! It's me!" Carly didn't even glance in my direction.

"Carly?" Freddie tried.

"Hey, Freddie." Carly lifted her head to look at him, but she didn't bat an eyelid at me.

"Hellooooooooo!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs causing Freddie to wince. But Carly – nothing.

"Carly! Look who's right next to me! It's Sam!" She looked up but slowly lowered her head back to the couch.

"I don't see anything, Freddie. I'm not really in the mood for jokes. And, you shouldn't be, either. I knew you fought with her a lot, but you were still friends. I…I know she loved you…deep down…"

Freddie lowered his gaze. "Wha…What are you talking about? She's right here…"

"Freddie…There's no one there…No one…She's been gone for three days, Freddie…Three days…Just because of that stupid wish…Why…Why did I say that…I never thought it would happen…At least, not like this…" The rest of her words were muffled because she started to cry.

"It…It's okay…She…She will be back. I…I gotta go. Bye, Carly." Freddie opened the door gesturing for me to step outside. We entered his apartment shutting the door behind us.

"She can't see me! Why can't she see me?!" I screeched making Freddie wince again.

"How should I know? I made the wish. I can see you…Oh," he stopped.

"'Oh,' what?"

"I can see you."

"And?" Now, I was getting agitated.

"I wished I could see you. I didn't wish anyone else could see you."

"Oh." I looked at him. "Well, that's not good. You have to wish me back, completely!"

"I know."

I sighed, "It's okay. We can fix it. We just need to find the next star and then make the wish. The right way." I sat down on the couch.

He took a seat next to me. "Yeah, but the next one's not for a while. At least not around here."

A/N: Well, I have a few ideas of how long until the next star, but I need your ideas. Again, the longer the time until the shooting star, the longer the story. So, either send a review with your idea or enter it into my poll. I may or may not be able to update in the next few days. Like I said, my internet at home is having issues, and the 'internet people' don't seem to like us. Anyway, R & R. Aloha, SherriffBoB.