(A/N: This will go through all of the Seddie moments in iCarly through Spencer's words. Who can deny that Spencer always seemed to know something about Seddie? You know he did. So this is him thinking about Seddie all the way from when they were twelve to when they were seventeen. Also, the point of this is to kind of have an unreliable narrator look at Seddie through his point of view, so expect some lies and some denial as well as many, many, many opinions.)
Look, I've never been one to probe relationships. It's a relationship, for God's sake! It's love between two people. If the relationship has nothing to do with me, then why would I bother looking through it?
But I'm a twenty-four year old guy, young, still searching for love. I've had plenty of relationships myself but I'm currently single. I must say, I am a catch though. Adventurous, successful, charming, even has a sensitive side because he took in his thirteen year old sister when their dad left. So when it came to love, I worried about myself mostly, and like I said, did not probe other relationships. Especially ones where the people are underaged.
I guess I had reason to care about who Carly dates. She's only twelve, for God's sake! And she's already a little magnet. I remember, trust me, I was quite the ladies' man when I was a kid. I still am, actually! It's understandable, I mean, look at me! Anywho, she keeps her own little relationships to herself, and when I probe her life, it's because I'm her older brother and her legal guardian.
So, one day, I noticed that the Walkers had moved out from the apartment next to us. Awh, bummer, they always had a friend come over who was about my age and really hot...
Then I found out that a family of two was moving in. A single mother, age twenty-five, and her son. Not married. Oh God, this should be good! Heh, I'm not gonna lie.
But I soon learned that they are the opposite of what I imagined. The twenty-five year old actually looked to be ten years older, and her child was not an infant or a toddler. He was actually twelve, just as Carly was, with both of them being in sixth grade.
The mother's name was Marissa, and I tried to project the friendly, loyal neighbor type. But she projected the crazy physcho weirdo type. At first, I honestly thought it was all a joke. She greeted me by asking if I had any sharp objects that could possibly damage her son, who's name was Freddie. I said no, and she then proceeded to give me a full body inspection.
Freddie, on the other hand, was shyer and kept to himself. He hadn't met Carly yet (she wasn't home when they offically moved in) so I told Carly to go over there and introduce herself. She did, and she told me that they really hit it off. She says that Freddie really seemed to enjoy her company.
That, of course is all fine and dandy, and I thought nothing of it at all until a few weeks later, Carly ran down the stairs and says, "Spencer, Spencer! We have an emergency!"
I dropped my frying pan and proceeded to set the rug on fire. After dousing it with a pitcher of lemonade, I told her to calm down and we sat on the couch together. I then said, "Okay, what's wrong?"
"Freddie just told me he loves me!" She screams.
Okay, they were twelve. Did I know love at twelve? No, but I sure was advanced at that age. Trust me. I was very, very, very advanced. I actually-
No, I won't get into that. But Carly needed some guidence right now, so I say, "Well, do you like him back?"
"Honestly..." She says warily. "No. Not really."
"Then tell him you want to stay friends." I say, then stand up and walk away. I don't see why Carly couldn't figure that out.
"But what if I hurt his feelings?" Carly says.
"Then you hurt his feelings." I say bluntly. Well, what could I say? I'm no master at relationships. At all!
Carly did wind up turning Freddie down. Very surprisenly, the turn-down didn't bother Freddie at all. He still liked her, still wanted to be her friend, and still wanted to get with her. It was almost a little disturbing, watching Freddie throw himself at Carly, because it reminded me of this girl I used to have a crush on in fifth grade. Her name was Alexis, and I asked her on a date, and she humiliated me in front of the whole class. So, watching Freddie continousely trying was almost bringing back tramatic experiences. Oh well. What do I know?
But of course, Carly cared enough about Freddie to make sure he never met Sam Puckett.
Sam Puckett, since she was in 2nd grade, has become one of those everyday hassles that I have to deal with. Similar to when you lose your keys down the bathtub drain. Or when all of your school papers fall in the mud. She's just a daily chore you must get through, and there's no problem with that.
Of course, Sam has a deeper side than just the constant fighting and hair-pulling and cruel, abrasive behavior. She actually has managed to show a soft side to me and Carly over the years, but of course, these moments are very rare and they don't last long at all. But I think I've started to understand Sam recently. I understand why she constantly comes over and constantlys eat our food. It's because her mom hardly provides for her, her father never provides for her, and although she's promised a roof over her head and food to eat...it's half-assed, quite frankly. So naturally she comes here. To survive.
Anyway, one day, Carly and Freddie were studying for their science exam in the apartment together. And then the door slams open, and a whirl of dirty blonde girls and electric blue eyes storms in.
Samantha Joy Puckett.
"Hi Sam!" Carly says immediately to her best friend.
"Oh, so this is Sam?" Freddie says. I could hear the bit of estatic in his voice. He probably imagines that he really lucked out with Carly; she was pretty, kind, caring... And now she has an equally attractive friend? Well, even though they were both pretty, Sam and Carly were pretty in different ways. Carly always wore girly clothes and skirts and what not. Sam looked just as good wearing baggy jeans, a green jacket that was too big for her, and her long curls dangling everywhere. Besides her disheveled appearance and her furious looking demeanor, Freddie thought he lucked out yet again.
Sam eyes Freddie up and down, her eyebrows lifting. "So this is the kid Carly keeps talking about." She says evenly. Oh God, this was about to explode really fast.
"Um, yes. My name's Freddie." Still not realizing the danger he was in, Freddie holds out his hand. Sam looks at the hand, then back at Freddie, then back at his hand. She lifts her own hand, spits in it, and before Freddie could pull away, and grips his hand with the inside of her palm and shakes it roughly.
The look on Freddie's face changed from friendly and kind to horrified and disgusted. While Carly looked horrified as well, I gave a little chuckle. Oh, what was Freddie thinking, charging up to Sam like that? Well, he learned his lesson, I must say.
But still, the encounter got into my head. I then proceeded that night to videochat with Socko. He decided to tell him how funny it was when Sam and Freddie met up, because Socko already knew Sam and I described Freddie to him before.
"Kinda sounds like my cousin's friend." Socko chuckles.
"What cousin? The one that works with young horses?" I say.
"Yeah, Colton." (A/N: Get the joke? Colt=young male horse) Socko says. "Anyhow, he had this friend, Logan, and I met him before. Anyway, this Logan kid would constantly complain about how much he hated this nerdy girl...what was her name? Quinn? I think that's it. Anyhow, by the end of their senior year, they were together."
I thought about his words even after I went to bed. Love-hate relationships were always one of my favorite stories in highschool. I believed it when I saw people who were sworn enemies suddenly getting together. But Sam and Freddie were only twelve; what did they know about love?
I stop.
I don't do this usually, I swear.
Trust me.
I don't probe.
