Epilogue

AND HE SAYS I, LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER AND ALWAYS, PLEASE JUST REMEMBER EVEN IF I'M NOT THERE, I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, FOREVER AND ALWAAAAYS. That song makes me cry. I made a one-shot on that song, so you guys could check it out if you want. It'd be much appreciated! Anyway, a lot asked for an epilogue, so here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Narrator's P.O.V.

(A/N OH, & I suggest for you guys to read "Broken Angel" by durhaa10. It's amazing.)

"I smell barbecue!" Sam exclaimed, rushing out of the car and to the grills set up for visitors in the park. There were puffs of smoke coming from the grill, and Freddie was just finishing up the last of the steak.

"Nuh-uh." He told her, holding the plate with steak up high so it was out of her reach. She pouted, retreating to the table under the roof near the grills. The park was a perfect place for get togethers, especially in this sunny weather. Speaking of get-togethers, they had invited Carly and Brad to come hang out with them, and just have a nice talk about school, any dates, family business, yada yada yada.

As expected, the time when Carly had apologized for her faults around 2 years ago, the restoring of their friendship was very awkward. Carly was purely silent, and she was uncertain about what to do. It was so awkward; Freddie always had to clear his throat every time a silence went over them. And then Sam spoke up, saying how this shouldn't be awkward, that they should be the friends they were before the whole Cindy-thing. And they loosened up at that.

Thanks to Freddie, Sam was no longer cutting herself and having any suicidal thoughts. She was taught to not look at the negatives, but at the positives. Every time she'd have a thought that was bad, though, Freddie would come up to her and comfort her, teaching her another lesson. Although scars were permanent, her scars were fainting little by little, and you wouldn't be able to notice them unless you really study her.

A grumble from a car was heard from a distance, and Sam snapped her head to a red Volvo in the parking lot: Brad's car. Carly leaped outside, waving her hand at Sam. Sam waved back, standing up and rushing over to hug her. "How've ya been, Carls?" She asked, squeezing her best friend.

Carly smiled. "Brad and I have been doing fine! You?" She interrogated, walking with her over to their tables.

"We're fine, he's proposed to me just yesterday, but we're putting off the marriage until after college." Sam replied, taking a seat across from Carly who sat next to Brad. Freddie came over and placed the steak on each of their plates, along with a fork and some knives. Freddie sat next to Sam.

"So, Brad, how's the whole business with the restaurant thing?" Freddie asked, calmly slicing his steak and taking a bite.

"It's great, I'm making a lot of money!" He shouted excitedly, pulling out a wad of cash to which Sam attempted to grab. "Sorry, Blondie." He stuck his tongue out at her. And of course, she stuck her tongue out too.

Freddie shook his head, smirking. "You guys are so immature." As soon as Sam heard this comment, she had taken the pepper and sprinkled it all over Freddie. He sat there with his mouth agape. He took some pepper and blew it in Sam's hair.

"You are so dead!" She yelled, grabbing more pepper and sprinkling it everybody. Carly stood up and sprinkled even more pepper on the blonde, giggling as she sneezed. "That's not…" sneeze. "funny" sneeze "You're all so dead" sneeze "to me." Pepper was now flying everywhere, and everybody was sneezing. Sam couldn't help but laugh at everyone's faces before they sneezed, and that earned her another sprinkle of pepper. Miraculously, in the midst of throwing pepper everywhere, none got in anyone's eyes.

Someone cleared their throat behind the four of them. They turned to look at the person, sneezing simultaneously. "Well look who it is. The bitch and the traitor acting like pathetic losers." A voice said. The voice was familiar, filled with venom and distaste. That only meant one thing: This was Cindy.

Sam was about to say something, but Carly had spoken up. "We're the bitches? Look at you, you can't even afford a job." Carly reminded her, with an eyebrow raised. "I'm sorry, but who's in college? Who has a part-time job at a popular fashion company? Who's got money and thriving in life?" Carly smirked, glaring at Cindy. "You're wasting your life on something unimportant. You're just hooking up with boys you meet on the street, you don't know where they've been."

Cindy glared at her. "But at least I'm fashionable."

"Are you blind? You ruined everyone's lives, Cindy! You have no friends left, because all you did was boss them around, and they've had enough of you." Carly told her, taking a step forward. "Now go, before we choose to do something to you." She hissed, glaring at Cindy.

Cindy suddenly ran away, sprinting and tripping because of the heels she was wearing. Carly smirked, and turned to be face to face to Sam.

"I've taught you well, Carly."

Well there you have it folks! An epilogue for all of you. It sucks, but you know. I'd just like to say THANK YOU for taking time to read this & review & fave & alert. You guys got me to more than 100 reviews! That's cray cray! That was my goal, and ya'll made it happen. Thanks :D I'd still have to think if I'll be making anymore stories considering my busy schedule. Until then! Thanks again!

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BTW, I'm 12 years old :P Bday's in August. You can tell how much I have improved in writing since my first story, also written when I was twelve, woah xx [: