iPut A Mask
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly!
A/N: I'm a SEDDIE shipper, and I love Sam Puckett! I'm also a HUGE fan of Jennette McCurdy!
CHAPTER 1
They look happy; both of them. I could see it in their faces. 'Time to put my mask on.' Sigh.
"Hey, guys!" I said to them with a big smile on my face.
"Hey, Sam!" greeted back Carly.
"Hey, demon!" greeted the nub.
"Watch it, nub." I snapped back, but I said it flatly. I'm not really in the mood. Putting this mask is really tiring, and I don't want to add more.
Carly kissed Freddie on the cheek and said, "Bye, babe! I have to meet up with Wendy for our project in History."
"Okay. Bye." said Freddie, and waved as Carly went to see Wendy.
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I guess you guys are confused right now, right? You see, Carly, and Freddie are a couple now for a week, and 2 days after the accident happened. Freddie just rescued Carly from the taco truck. Long story short, Freddie became a hero, and Carly suddenly fall IN love with Freddie. But if you ask me, Carly fall IN love on what Freddie DID, and not the other way around. Well, I guess Freddie is too blind to see it. Who could've blamed him? He's been crushing on her since we were 13 years old! Now that's all cleared up, let's go back to what is happening right now. 'Oh, chiz! I'm alone with Freddie, great!' Note to sarcasm. Better to get out of here.
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"See you, nub!" I said as I hurried to go my class. But I guess I'm not hurry enough because the nub just grabbed my hand, and swung me to face him. "What?"
"What's the hurry, Puckett? I didn't know that I'll see the day that YOU will be hurrying to go to CLASS!" said Freddie emphasizing 'YOU' and 'CLASS'.
"People change, Freddie. What do you want anyway?" I asked angrily.
"Yeah, people change." said Freddie sarcastically. "I just want to talk to you about something."
"Talk." I said.
"Well, these past few days I noticed that you've been…" said Freddie, but I cut him off.
"Could we talk about this later or some other time? I'm not in the mood." I said as I glared at him so he wouldn't push the issue.
"Fine. But we will talk about it." he said, then grabbed my hand, and we went to our class. I forgot that we have the same class! 'Ugh!'
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After school, we headed to Carly's apartment. I don't have other choice because we have iCarly today. At least tomorrow will be Saturday, that means no class, no iCarly, and I don't have to put my mask on for 2 days because I will not see Carly and Freddie. I'll just be staying at home. I know I usually stay at Carly's, but that changes after the accident happened. As I told Freddie earlier, 'People change.'
"In 5, 4, 3, 2…" said Freddie and pointed at us.
"I'm Carly!" said Carly.
"I'm Sam!" I said.
"And this is iCarly!" we said in unison. Then I pressed a button from my blue remote, and a loud cheered was heard.
"So what are we going to do now, Sam?" asked Carly.
"Well, I think we should eat!" I said, and faced the camera with a dreamy look.
"Sam! We are not going to eat!" said Carly facing me.
"But Gibby look delicious! Look!" I said, and pointed at Gibby, who is lying down on a table; shirtless and wearing a fish tale. I told you he's a mermaid!
The show goes on for like 30 minutes. We just do stupid things, and made fun of Gibby. What? He's a Gibby!
"That is for the show, folks!" I said
"Don't forget to tune in next week!" said Carly.
"And…we're clear!" said Freddie. "Great show, ladies! You too, Gibby!"
"Gibbbeh!" said Gibby, and went outside. He and Tasha have a date, so he's picking her up. Can you believe that? They are still DATING! Lucky mermaid.
"Thanks!" said Carly.
I just nodded and said, "I got to go. Bye!" Then I headed to the door, but before I could actually go outside, Carly called me.
"Sam, where are you going?" Carly asked.
"Um…going home?" I said, but it sounded more of a question. Don't blame me! I'm just confused of that stupid question. I mean, isn't it obvious? Okay, maybe it's not THAT obvious. But, where else would I go? Stay here? No. I've been doing this for past few days. She should know this by now already that I always go straight home after school, after rehearsal, and after iCarly. She shouldn't ask this kind of question anymore, and she never questioned me before as I started going home early. Only the nub questioned me before just two days after I started going home.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because." That's all I answered. And before she could ask more questions, I'm already out, and going downstairs. I said goodbye to Spencer, and he said goodbye as well. Before, Spencer was all surprised, but he got used to it by now just like he got used to of me staying at their apartment before. Sure, I miss Spencer; he's like a brother, and a father to me at the same time, but I rather be home. I shut the door of their apartment, and waited for the elevator to open. As I waited, I heard someone calling me, so I turned around to see who it was. Freddie. 'Ugh!'
"Sam!" he said.
"What do you want, dork?" I asked angrily. I know where this is going, and as I said before, I'm not in the mood.
"We need to talk!" he said, and crossed his hands over his buff chest. Yes, the nub has been working out.
"Ugh! I told you I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!" I whined.
"Well, when are you be in the MOOD to talk?" he asked a little annoyed.
"Never." I said flatly.
"Exactly!" he said. "Now, as I was saying before, I noticed that you've been going home early and it's like you were avoiding us. I just miss y…"
But before he could finish his talk, the elevator opened. "Well, it has been nice talking to you. See ya!" I said as I entered the elevator, and waved a goodbye to Freddie as the door closed.
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The walk from Bushwell Plaza to my house takes half an hour. I usually take a bus, but I'm mood for walking. It just makes me feel some comfort, and at peace. The night was cold, and I felt the breeze touched my exposed arms. The sounds of the cars were like tunes; making a new music to the busy night of Seattle. And the people's soft voices were like music to my ears; mixing with the tunes of the cars, and completing a full music.
When I got in front of my house, I looked around and just observed. I don't live in an apartment; I actually live in a house. It's not that big, but it's not that small either. It's a two-story house. The neighborhood is not that bad. People actually live here are from the middle class and some are from a high-class family. It's actually a surprise from others because we could afford it. We're not that poor. My mom actually have a decent job, which she actually love, but too lazy sometimes to go to work. My mom is a chef from a small restaurant. Her boss is actually a friend of hers. They are really close, so my mom is not yet fired from her job. I went inside. It's very comforting and very inviting. At first, if you thought of Sam Puckett's house you would think of dirty, smelly, and scary. But it's not. Hell, even my room is clean! And our fridge actually has foods stored in it: mostly meat, and fat cakes. Carly, Spencer, or even Freddie never had been here before. They know my address, but never been here. Because they are afraid of my mom, and my neighborhood (because they thought it's a bad neighborhood), and they thought it's dirty or smelly. I couldn't blame them, I gave that impression to them and I always go to Carly's before. I just feel alone here at home, so I always go there, but that changes.
"Mom! I'm home!" I shouted.
"…"
"Probably on a date…again!" I said to myself. Ever since my dad left us when Melanie and I were just 6 years old, my mom became desperate, and depressed. Every week she has a different guy to date. 1 month was actually the longest that she dated a guy, because as I said, EVERY WEEK she has a different guy to date. But they broke up. I don't know why, and I don't want to know. When Melanie and I turned 12 years old, a prestigious boarding school from New York offered the both of us a scholarship. Surprise? Well, I was doing fine before at school, and I actually could say I'm smart. But laziness took over me, that's why I am what I am right now. The boarding school said that I'm actually smart, and from the pageants that I joined, they are honored to have me. They actually want their reputation to be up, well, every school does. But I let them down. I don't want to leave my mom. I actually love her. And leaving her would make her more depressed. Yeah, I have soft sides. BUT if YOU ever tell anyone about it, I will personally send you to a hospital!
I went upstairs to go to my room. After I got to my room, I changed to my PJ's and crashed to my bed. It's a small bed (only two people could fit), but it's soft, and really comfortable. A tiring sigh escaped my lips as I face the ceiling of my room, as if there's something interesting in it. 'It's time for me relax, and rest. There's no reason to put on my mask now.' I just stared at the ceiling. I thought of what happened this past week, and what am I feeling. 'I just want them to be happy. I just want 'him' to be happy. But I just feel really…hurt.' After that thought, sleep came over and a tear escaped my eye.
What do you guys think? I hope you guys like it! Review please! Should I make it just a one-shot story or should I add more chapters? Do you want SEDDIE to happen or do you want a single Sam, but good things happen to her along her way, and maybe she'll meet her special someone?
