Summary: So now, she would finally answer her own question; return to what she remembers loving, to those she remembers loving
Summary: So now, she would finally answer her own question; return to what she remembers loving, to those she remembers loving.
Disclaimer: iDon't Own iCarly or any of it's characters. Only the ones I make up:)
A/N: The day has come, all. It has.
"Hey Carls, are they gone yet?" I take a bite of my fruit kabob and walk over to the door. Carly is standing on her toes, her eye pressed against the peephole in her door in concentration.
"No, Spencer's still trying to fight 'em off." She replies, removing herself from the door.
I laugh. "With what, this time?" Last time it had been a broom. The time before? A water gun. For a mostly serious lawyer, Spencer sure gets crazy when Samantha Puckétte's fans mob his hallway.
I guess I was kind of stupid to think that my contract being over meant my fame being over. I still have fans. Crazy fans. Crazy, stalker fans who find out where I'm staying and throw themselves at the Shay's door. My mom and I are living here until the renovations on our old apartment are done. Can you believe no one bought it? Maybe it was that bacon smoothie stain on the kitchen ceiling…
Carly thinks I should be so annoyed about the fans, but I'm not. I'll just smile and get through it, because they'll go away once they realize that they're obsessing over no one but an ordinary teenager with a geek for a boyfriend.
Yeah, you heard me correctly. Boyfriend.
I'm shocked too.
A wave of screams erupts from behind the door, and Spencer shouts 'get back, get back, crazy people!', as Carly answers, "His fencing sword."
"Safe choice." I smirk.
"Yep." Carly smiles with a shrug, and then looks at the clock on the kitchen counter. "Hey, we should go back upstairs. We've got six minutes."
"Yeah, let's go." I follow my best friend up the steps, upon hearing Spencer scream, 'Animals! That's what you all are! Animals' –crash- -panic- 'Okay, since when is that flammable?!'
I grin as we disappear around the corner, through a familiar door, into the studio.
"Hey Freddork, we're back!" I walk over to Freddie, who is at his laptop, setting everything up.
He glares, and I glare right back. It's a competition, you see. We both glare really hard and meanly at each other after I insult him (which is quite often), and see who caves first.
Usually it's Freddie.
After a few moments of glaring and eye rolling (Carly), Freddie sighs and gives me a frustrated look. "How do you do it?"
"Loads of practice," I smile confidently.
"Well, if you weren't so pretty! –" he begins to argue.
"I don't accept excuses." I tell him. "And anyway, your eyes are distracting. So it's fair game."
"You've been acting in movies for three years!" he retorts. "You call that fair game?"
I roll my eyes. "You're such a dork."
"Guys," Carly finally steps forward. "Not that your constant merge between fighting and flirting isn't extremely entertaining, but we've got three minutes 'til we start!"
I bet you want an overview of what's going on, so I'll give it to you.
It's been two weeks since That Day, and everything is slowly falling back into place for me. I know that's cheesy, but it's really the only way I can think of to describe it.
Carly and Freddie are on their way back to becoming friends. Sure, they might not ever get back to the way they were before, but what will? The important thing is, they're trying. Right now, that's all they can do.
After I made my official leave from Frund Brothers Company, Malcolm didn't have anyone to record a new remake of a song he'd already signed me for, so he had to sing the song. I am telling you right now, I've never heard a funnier rendition of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' in my life! He was fired from his job about a week ago, and Frund Bros Co is no more.
I got a ridiculously angry email from ol' Malcolm about four days ago. He claimed that I owed Jaryn and him two million dollars because he had to give it away to find me. I have plenty of money, so it didn't seem like a big deal.
But even so, the next day, a strange letter was slipped under the apartment door, labeled 'Sam.'
Sam, it had said. I now realize that it was wrong of me to turn you in. I'm sorry. I let jealousy get the best of me and lost control. I doubt this will cause you to forgive me, but I can't even look at it without feeling guilty and/or wanting to throw up. So here. Good luck with everything. – Valerie And within the envelope was the two million dollar check from Malcolm.
I was shocked, to be honest. But then Freddie told me that she hadn't stopped him from going to the airport. She even helped him research the name change thing. So once I go back to school tomorrow, I think I'll accept her apology.
School will probably be hard, by the way. Maybe when I walk in, I'll be pounced on by fellow students, or maybe ignored or shunned. The only thing I know for sure is that Miss Briggs will probably scream until her eyeballs fall out. But that's her issue.
I'll have Carly and Freddie. So I know I'll make it through. Maybe I'll even do well, what from all those classes on set. You never know.
I addressed a letter to Jaryn Frund (no way was it going to Malcolm), slipped the check inside, and had Spencer drive me over there to give it to him. He was absolutely thrilled and was talking about wanting to open a new record label under his control. He even asked me if I wanted to be his first client. He said he would treat me the way I should've been treated all along. That I wouldn't have to move or do any press or photo shoots that I didn't want to. That I would never see an accent on any of my name ever again.
A dream come true. For someone else, that is.
I told him no thanks. That I'm fine right where I am.
I'm happy Jaryn broke free of his brother's greedy ways, though. It's not everyday that you see the little guy win.
You know how all this time I've been talking about how much I regret signing that contract? How I wished I had said something to Freddie before I left? How I wanted Samantha Puckétte to be gone?
It's clear to me now that the past is the past. And no matter where you go, what you do, or who you are, there's no way to change it. Because it's done. It's over. All you can do is learn from all those used to be's, accept them, and move forward.
Samantha Puckétte, and her life, will never really be gone from me. Maybe, years from now, no one will remember her at all. But I'll always remember what it was like to be famous like she was, whether I want to or not. It's a part of me.
There's no point in wishing you hadn't done this, or you hadn't done that. There just isn't. Save all your hopes and dreams for the future, what's to come, where they might actually come true. There's always that chance. Really. I would know.
Freddie smiles gently at me. "Are you ready?"
And now, looking back, I don't regret it at all. Any of it.
I give him a half-smile, and he squeezes my hand. "Ready, Freddie." I take my place next to Carly in front of the camera, and camera man, that I know so well.
The fact is, if none of it had happened, I might not have become who I am right now. But now that I know that under all the rules, all the paparazzi, all the tears, all the heartbreak, all the haunting memories, was something absolutely amazing, I'm grateful for it. All of it.
Because I'm here.
So I take a deep breath, ready to show it.
"In five, four, three, two…"
I think you can remember what happens next.
A/N: All that, my dear readers, is the end of iRemember.
Wow. It's so surreal that it's done.
Okay, so I'm leaving for Delaware tomorrow, and I'll be back the 23rd, and then I'll get to work on iSwitch and another story.
Thank you so much to all of you who stuck with this story all the way through! You guys are awesome!:)