A/N: I'm totally bored. At this moment, I'm eating a bowl of Cheerios with my fingers (there's no milk). So, here's the next chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Carly was in the dark. It'd been almost three weeks and Carly still didn't know about my 'condition.' I decided it was time to tell her. I know what you're thinking: "Why didn't you tell her three weeks ago?" Well, I…have no excuse for that. I was just…caught up in other things. Here we go: "Too caught up to relieve your best friend of her unworthy anguish?" Okay, first of all, you people need to use smaller words when you're talking to me, and yes, I was too caught up. But, now, I realized I needed to tell her.
Freddie opened the door to Carly's apartment slowly. I followed after him. "Carly, I…We have something to tell you."
Carly looked up from the couch. She had gotten better. But, she still spent the majority of her time on the couch. Spencer had tried to convince her that 'I would want her to move.' Or something like that. Spencer's pep talks aren't very good. "What do you mean, we?"
"I mean me and Sam," he stated emphatically.
"Freddie, I thought we were done with this. She's gone. It's my fault. Please, I'm currently the only one who doesn't think you're crazy for talking 'Sam' when there's no one around. Please, don't make this harder."
"But, I'm not crazy! She's right there!" He gestured toward where I was standing. "Show her!" That was my cue. I waltzed dramatically to Carly's counter and picked up a notepad and a pencil. "See?"
Carly's eyes widened considerably. "W…What…" She looked at the 'floating' paper. "'It's me! See? Freddie's not completely crazy. Actually…No that would be mean.'"
"She actually wrote that?" Freddie asked. He looked at me. "You actually wrote that?!"
"Uh huh."
"You mean…She's right there?" Carly spoke up.
"Yeah. She's been here all along. See? I told you not to worry."
"But…But, I made her that way! She must hate me!"
"On the contrary…"
"Shut up, Freddie. I'll tell her." I scribbled down another not to my best friend.
"'Hey, I annoy myself sometimes. Now would you just forgive yourself and move on?' That's definitely her," she stopped for a moment to let it sink in. "Oh my gosh, Sam! I can't believe it! It's really you! Wait, why can you see her?"
"Um…I wished her back, but with the wrong words…" Freddie smiled sheepishly.
"Great. Well, does this mean I'll never get to see her again?"
"No. You just have to wait another…uh…three months. The next shooting star that'll pass us is on March third."
"Oh." She looked toward the floating notepad and then at Freddie. "Well…um…"
"OH MY GOSH!!! GHOST PAPER!!! DUCK EVERYONE!!! IT MIGHT SEND ITS PAPER-CUTTING MINIONS AFTER US!!!" You can guess who that was.
A/N: Well, now Carly knows. Whoo. Anyway, R & R. Zài jiàn, SheriffBoB. (Thanks to those of you who gave me ideas for more languages.)