iTurn Back in Time

Chapter 3 : iLove You

"I love you was what I was supposed to tell you."

"Freddie."

My head slowly turned to my left. There was a figure standing near the door, her hands tucked in her pockets. Her golden wavy hair was worn down and she was in a yellow tee, jeans and sneakers. She was smiling at me.

"Little Freddork is crying, awww. Stop it. You look gay."

I looked at her. My jaw dropped. I can't believe who I was seeing that time.

Her smile faded away and was replaced with a disgusted look on her face. She scratched her head and sat on the bed. "Stop crying."

As much as I wanted to believe that she was actually there, my mind was telling me not to believe. However, my heart contradicted to what my mind was telling me that these words escaped my lips. "Sam, is that you?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No, I am not Sam." She said jokingly. "What's with the stupid question, Benson?

I shook my head, my warm brown eyes completely fixed on her. "Nothing. I just can't believe you're here." I said, a little smile forming in my lips.

"You wanna have your limbs detached to your body? What do you think of me, a fat smoothie maniac turned into a ghost?"

I laughed a little and wiped my tears. "No, I would rather have my limbs attached."

"Good because I won't be staying."

I fell silent. The last line broke me.

I knew it was the time to tell her everything. It was so sudden, but what happened last week was some kind of strike of lighting sort of thing. I looked at the bed, examining the folds in my sheets. I nervously touched the sheets with my hands, feeling the cotton on my palm. I didn't want to look straight into her eyes while confessing to her.

"Sam," I took a deep breath. "I want to-"

I looked around. She was gone. Where did she go? I cannot let this chance slip away.

"Sam?"

Silence surrounded the room. It was the deafening silence that filled my ears. I hate this. Was I being too delusional? I slammed my eyes shut. I didn't want to see any of this anymore. Maybe I was just imagining this. Maybe the desire of meeting her again drove me into thinking that she was here.

When I flickered my eyes open, I saw her in front of me. I was a little startled."I thought you already left."

Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She embraced me. My eyes widened in surprise but I liked it. I can smell the scent of her hair. I placed my hands on her side and hugged her back. Her arms were on my neck and she leaned her head on my chest. When we pulled apart, Sam whispered something to my ear. "This would be the last time."

I gulped. I gotta say this or else I'll lose her again. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Her dreamy blue eyes gazed into mine. "What?"

"Am I dreaming?" I asked her. Even though I knew it from my heart what she was going to say, I still wanted to hear it from her. A part of me was dying to hear her response and a part of me was too afraid to hear her answer. My heart was racing.

"What makes you think that you're dreaming?"

I was just about to answer when someone knocked at the door. "Freddie?"

"Yes?" I shouted so that Mom could hear me. She didn't bother opening the door.

"Are you doing something?"

I shook my head. Then I realized that she can't actually see me. "No."

"I thought you were talking to somebody else. Is Carly inside? Did you let her in?"

Carly? No. " I-I was making a phone call." I lied. Ugh, I hate how I suck at lying!

"Okay." I heard Mom's feet move and her footsteps were fading away as she went. What a relief. I turned to Sam again.

"Freddie," She spoke in a firm tone. "I am saying goodbye."

I didn't respond. Was she expecting me to be happy for her because angels would come and pick her up on their way to heaven? Oh God.

She went on. "You're not supposed to see me."

I raised an eyebrow. "I am not supposed to? Why?" Confusion had just brainwashed me.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. But I certainly knew that you aren't supposed to see me because I am a ghost."

I was speechless. All of these things that she's telling me were all insane. I gulped.

"I came back because I am worrying about you. When I saw you this morning in my burial," She paused. Both of us weren't used to that word. "You really looked...uh, awful?"

Me, awful? No, no, no, no, no. Worse than that!

"No, I mean, I am not used to seeing you like that. It was like..you cannot-oh forget it."

"It was like?" I repeated. I wanted to know the continuation.

"I said forget it, okay?" Sam said, her cheeks turning red. I didn't know why and I was wondering why she was blushing. She said I wasn't supposed to see her because she was a ghost. Do ghosts normally blush?

I slowly moved my hand and started brushing her cheeks. I noticed she was fading away real quick. "Oh my God, you are disappearing."

"Told ya I am not gonna stay for long."

"But you had just-"I stutter, leaning to her and taking her hand, not letting go of it. "Stay!" I pleaded, more tears running down.

Her body was vanishing. "Time to say goodbye." Sam smiled at me, trying to make it easier for me.

"Wait!"

"Bye, Freddifer." She bid goodbye, her smile fading away as quick as her body was. Sparks came flying out from the spot where she used to sit, glowing like little fireflies.

And again, I was left all alone in the room.

"I love you was what I was supposed to tell you." Echoed my voice in the shallow.

Erika's Chiz

Merry Christmas to you folks! I really enjoyed writing this.

iCarly? Not mine.

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I only added a few lines and descriptions because I think this is fair enough to present to you folks. I would also like to thank,

LaUr3n-ShAuNy, Dude Your Awesome8

and-!

johnh8616 for helping me out with the first chapter. Thank you!