Chapter 22
Oh my gosh. I am never again writing a lemon. LOL. Btwww, how old do you guys think I am? Hint: I'm still the same age from when I wrote my first story. :P
Also, a reply to CrazyGeek's review from ch21: Oh my goshhh. Lollllll. [x

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Narrator's P.O.V.

[Read A/N at the bottom, because I needa ask you guys something. :D ]

Two months had passed. Graduation ended, summer break started. By then, Sam had been kicked out of her house for not paying rent, and luckily she had her stuff already with her. Freddie had invited her to live with him in his house, and she had agreed after being pleaded multiple times to not be homeless on the streets. Freddie had shouted out a yell of excitement, picked her up, and kissed her senseless, all the way to his apartment.

Mrs. Benson has not said anything, as if she was okay with it all, and she was. She had told them the rules, like no sounds after midnight, clean sheets, etc, but they'd break the rules anyhow, once she worked late shift.

Sam was lying down on the couch, wearing a tight-fitting tank top and short shorts, it was very hot that day, the day after graduation. They planned a small party for just the two of them, celebrating their graduation, and after this summer, they're going to the same college—thankfully, a really great college. Freddie had tutored Sam, and she had applied for the same college as him, and she got in. Once they found out the news, she jumped in his arms and squealed in excitement. They were moving in their own apartment for college, and that's where they would both live together while they studied.

Anyway, Sam was on the couch, with her outfit that left Freddie googly-eyed. Her legs were dangling off the side of the couch, and her head rested on Freddie's lap. He was playing with her hair, drinking the his peppi cola with his other hand. They were both watching a movie, Grown Ups. It was hilarious, too hilarious that Sam would almost fall of the couch, and Freddie had to catch her before she hurt herself. Mrs. Benson wasn't home, because of some meeting she had to go to, but she promised that they'll celebrate his and her graduation next week at a nice restaurant.

Sam stood up suddenly, stretching her arms in the air and making her way to the kitchen. "Hey, where'd you put the ice cream, Fredwad?" She asked, about to dig through frozen meats in the freezer. Oh, did I mention that Mrs. Benson had gotten less over-protective of Freddie now? Well, she has.

"Don't!" Freddie shouted, running over to Sam, grippng her wrists tightly and pulling her away from the freezer. He kicked the door closed.

She frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I have better ice cream. That's the yucky one my mom always buys." He explained, letting go of her and walking to the corner of the kitchen where a hidden freezer was placed. He opened it, grabbed a drumstick ice cream, and handed it to Sam. "I'm so proud of you Sam." He told her, smiling. She smiled back, not at the comment, but at the tasty snack he gave her. She quickly unwrapped it, and licked it all over, moaning at the taste. Freddie chuckled.

He grabbed one from himself, unwrapped it, but before he could lick it, it was out of his hands. "Sa-am." He complained, turning to her and watched her lick his ice cream. "How the hell did you finish your ice cream that quick?" She shrugged. He snatched his ice cream back, before reaching an arm around her waist and grabbing her wrist to pull toward him. As he figured, she was holding her own ice cream. He smirked. "Nice try."

He licked his ice cream, not caring that his girlfriend was licking his ice cream just a second ago. I mean, they've swatted spit before. Sam quickly lunged at him, smearing ice cream all over his face. They landed on the ground, with Sam on top of Freddie. Freddie had his arm around her waist. "Woops, sorry." She commented sarcastically, as she licked the ice cream off her face. His eyes were wide when she finally pulled back, and she laughed at him.

And so resulting in him doing the same to her. He smeared his ice cream across her lips. "Woops, sorry." He mimicked, before leaning in and planting his lips on hers. With his lips closed around her closed lips, he swiped his tongue across her lips, tasting the sweetness of ice cream. Sam suddenly opened her mouth, and they were soon making out on the floor. Their ice cream was quickly melting, but they didn't care. Punching lips was so much better.

They were so caught up in the moment that they didn't hear the knock on the door, until they heard the doorbell ding twice. They pulled away breathless, looked at the melting ice creams in their hands, laughed, threw them away, and made their way to the door. Freddie opened it with Sam hiding behind him without looking out the peephole. And what Freddie and Sam saw shocked them.

Carly Shay, had the nerve to actually come across the hall to knock on their door. After avoiding each other for 2 months, she still looked the same, except for the fact that her hair was disheveled, her eyes were puffy and had dark circles under them, her shirt was dirty, and her makeup was smeared all over her face. She took a deep breath before asking, "Can I uh… Can I come in?" Freddie looked behind him to Sam, his eyes asking for permission. She merely nodded.

"Yeah, uh…" He opened the door fully, to let Carly in. She walked in, stepping in front of Sam and Freddie.

All three just stood there, looking at each other in a rather awkward and uncomfortable silence. Freddie had his arm around Sam, who was staring at Carly, waiting for an explanation as to why she came here. Carly was looking at the ground, thinking of how to apologize to them. She knew she's done a lot of bad things, but of course, she felt bad afterwards. She wasn't who she was when she was doing those bad things. She wasn't Carly; she was someone else. She took a deep breath, before looking up at Sam and Freddie. Her eyes looked at the arm that was wrapped around Sam, and she couldn't help but smile. They were really cute together, and she doesn't know why she ever got with Freddie. She never really had any feelings for him.

"Sam…" Her voice came out weak. She cleared her throat. "I'm so sorry. And to you too, Freddie, I'm so sorry…

"I honestly don't get why I did all that. Honestly. I got all the popular things get to my head, and suddenly a whole new Carly was made, and she possessed me. I tried living up to everyone's standards, just to impress them, and my friendship with both of you got corrupted. I didn't mean to take it that far. It was Cindy who was forcing me. You don't know how many times I felt bad about what I was doing. I was telling myself to stop, stop, stop, but I couldn't stop. I still wanted to be popular. I thought being popular was the most amazing thing in the world, and that's why I couldn't stop. But of course, that had to ruin everything. Being popular and living up to everyone's expectations as a very popular girl had its flaws. It meant that I couldn't be friends with you. I know I should've denied that request, but, I thought it'd be awesome to be popular, but I was wrong.

"I'm so so sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did. Like I said, it wasn't me, it was some other soul of mine that was clearly bad, who possessed me. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean all those things I said. And Freddie's right, people do care about you, like me and him. Well, it's hard to believe that I cared about you because of all the things I did, but I do. Deep down inside I know I do. I didn't mean for you to do all the things you did, either. Leading up to cutting, and being suicidal, I didn't mean to have that effect on you… And Freddie, I'm sorry to you too. I don't know why I ever got with you… I mean, honestly, I never had any feelings for you… I just wanted a boyfriend, I guess… Look at you guys, you're the perfect couple, and I shouldn't be messing with that.

"I hope you all could forgive me. I know you wouldn't forgive me this early because of what I've done, but I hope, someday… someday in the future, we can all be friends again… If I could go back in time and take back all the things I've said, or done, I would… But I can't fix it, because you can't go back in time… So an apology is all I can do…" In the middle of Carly's rant, she had begun crying, hoping that they would forgive her.

Sam and Freddie stood there, frozen, with their mouth agape. Carly was staring at Sam, hoping she would say something, anything. Sam heard the sincerity in her voice, and the sincerity in her eyes. She was truly sorry for everything she did. "If it makes you feel any better, I kicked myself out of Cindy's group… I called them all sluts and bitches…" Carly spoke up, shrugging. Another silence blanketed them.

Sam untangled herself from Freddie's embrace, and took a step forward Carly. Carly froze, thinking that she would hit her. "Go ahead. You can hit me." Carly whispered, closing her eyes and bowing her head down. Instead of feeling her fists, she felt her arms go around her, pulling her in to hug.

"I forgive you, Carly. Damn, I missed you." Sam said, hugging her friend tightly. She pulled away to punch her in the arm not hard, but not soft either. "But that's for everything." She arched up one of her eyebrows.

"I never thought you'd forgive me, after all I've done…"

"Well, you were sincere. And I thought I should give you one more shot. Let's see if we can make this friendship work again." Sam smirked. Sam felt Freddie hug her from behind, and Carly being hugged to. She was being sandwiched between her boyfriend and former ex-best friend. They chuckled, pulling away. "Alright, let's get this graduation party going again!" Sam exclaimed.

It was going to be awkward being friends with Carly again, but they knew that if they just keep going, their friendship would be restored.

Lol, welp, I know some of you won't forgive Carly, but hey, whateves cx I'M SORRY, DON'T HIT ME! ANYWAY, lol I sent 3 of my Youtube videos to Kurt Schneider. o.0 I can only hope. :P
So, you guys think this is a good story ending, or should I make an epilogue?

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