iCan't Live without You
Hey guys, this is based off of a dream I had last night. For some odd reason Miranda Cosgrove was in it. So this morning I thought of iCarly, which brought me to this story. Hope you enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!! Good and bad, I really don't care.
Chapter one: iWish I knew how she felt
Freddie walked through the doors of Ridgeway High and stopped at his locker, which he was sharing with Gibby. His mom had stopped him short that morning to rub some anti-tick lotion on him before he went to school and she smell didn't compliment his cologne. He opened the locker and looked for Gibby while Carly walked up with Sam and opened her locker.
"I really don't see how he couldn't like you, so just say yes and get it over with." Sam said to Carly, she rolled her eyes and carefully put her books away.
"You can never be sure, Sam."
"What are you talking about?" Freddie asked.
"None of your business dorkface." Sam smirked. Carly rolled her eyes and stood between them.
"Justin asked me out yesterday but I'm not sure if I should say yes."
Freddie had gotten over his little crush on Carly but she didn't know yet, he didn't see any point in liking someone for two years with nothing in return. He was fifteen now and didn't need Carly. His last relationship didn't go out so well so he was still single.
"You should, ya'll would look good together." Freddie finally said. Carly widened her eyes but didn't ask any questions.
"Finally over it, Fredward?" Sam asked.
"Shut up Sam."
"Really, oh gosh here he comes." Carly started freaking out. Do I look good!? How is my breath? Oh God what if I slip up?!
"Hey Carly, do you have your answer yet?" Justin asked and smiled.
"Sure, um…what would you have in mind?"
"Maybe a movie and dinner?"
"I'd like that." Carly said and smiled.
"Cool, I'll pick you up at 6 Friday."
"Okay." She smiled.
Was it really that easy? She thought. Freddie wasn't paying attention he was staring at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life. She had brown hair that went to her chest and fell in smooth waves. She had emerald green eyes, her jaw line was strong and her skin was pale. He'd never seen her before, but he felt as if he'd known her before. Her shirt was a light blue and her grey skinny jeans had holes in them. She wore converse and some necklaces. Her bag was different colors and was slung over her shoulder loosely while she was talking to Mr. Franklin. She took a paper and smiled a white smile; she was even more beautiful smiling than ever. Freddie felt that they were the only two people in the room. She took the paper from the principle and looked at the rows of lockers.
"Freddie!? Hello!?" Carly called and followed his eyes to the girl.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Who is she?" Carly asked him, smiling.
"I don't know…but she's coming over here!" Freddie said and immediately looked himself over in his locker mirror.
"Freddie, are you okay?" Sam asked, holding a piece of bacon.
"I don't know." He said, Gibby passed then and looked at Freddie.
"Freddie, I was moved to Drake's locker. Someone else is sharing with you." Gibby said and moved on.
Freddie wasn't paying attention, he saw the girl walking up with a smile and knelt down to tie his shoe.
She said Hi to Sam and Carly and they replied. She looked at the locker and put her books on the top shelf.
"I'm Carly, and this is my friend Sam." Carly said.
"I'm Jordan, I moved here from Everett." She said. Freddie was lost in her voice. It was so musical and lovely.
"I used to live there when I was little. It was fun, I like it here though." Carly smiled at her friends.
"Cool…oops!" Jordan gasped when one geography book fell. It landed right on Freddie's head, knocking him down.
"Ugh…." He groaned.
"Oh my god! Are you alright?" She asked leaning over him, he opened his eyes a little and stared into hers. Suddenly they both had a feeling deep in their stomachs. He was in total awe and she was stuck in his view. She felt a little dizzy being that close to him and backed up a little.
"I'm…sorry…" She said when she got her breath back. She was still staring into his eyes; no one was in the halls except for them and Carly.
"It's fine." Freddie said, smiling.
"I'm Jordan." She said, still lost in his brown eyes.
"Freddie, it's nice to…meet…you." He slowed down a little when her face got close to his. He smiled faintly and took his hand away from her arm. Jordan returned the smile and picked up her book, afraid Carly was staring at her. Which of course she was. Freddie got up quickly and held the locker door.
"Oh, I guess I'm sharing with you." Jordan said sweetly.
"The bell is going to ring soon, which class do you have first?" Carly asked, ruining the moment.
"AP History, Music, and then AP English." She said. Freddie smiled to himself, I have history with her! She might even be smart under that beauty!
"Cool, I have English with you." Carly said and smiled.
"I have History; I'll show you the way." He said. Jordan smiled, He seems nice, and he's cute too. She thought to herself.
"So where do you live?" Freddie asked, trying to start conversation. What kind of question was that! She's going to think you're a freak stalker, he thought.
"Around Granby, by the apartments." Jordan replied in her sweet, musical voice. Freddie was already under her spell.
"I live in those apartments!" Freddie said excited. Yes, I live close by! Jordan thought. She was analyzing him, trying to find if he was a jerk like the boys back home. He was very handsome, with sleek features and spiky hair, though it was clean cut like James bond. It was hard to exactly describe the way he looked, his polo shirt and baggy pants complimented his body type.
"Cool! My mom was looking at those apartments but the house seemed better."
"What's your mom's name?" He was still acting like a stalker.
"Kendall and my dad's is Jake." Jordan's face fell and Freddie was getting more and more curious.
"What are your parent's names?" Jordan asked.
"It doesn't matter, just call her Mrs. Benson." He said and chuckled. Jordan laughed and smiled at him.
"What about your dad?"
"He…left…a while ago." Freddie's smile fell and he returned to memories of his father.
"I'm so sorry; I know what it feels like." Jordan said, just hearing her voice made Freddie feel better. He looked expectantly at her.
"You do?"
"My father is in the army, he's in Iraq right now. My mom protested, but he left anyway. He said it was for his country and for me." Jordan said, pushing out a smile.
"It must be terrifying…" he trailed off.
"I'm sure it is, he only wrote once. He said that he saw a girl holding her dying little brother. He said she reminded him of me."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." She forced another smile from the door of the History classroom.
Freddie walked in right before the bell rang. Mrs. Briggs looked at Jordan and looked at the attendance list.
"Class this is Jordan Wesley. Please help her feel welcome." She said sourly and pointed to a desk by the back.
Freddie was in front of her.
Even the back of his head was gorgeous, Jordan was gazing dreamily at his backpack and searching her mind for a memory of a flaw she could have in him. Nothing…nothing…still nothing. No flaw at all so far. The class went by in a flash, Mrs. Briggs talked the entire time and her voice was easy to fall asleep to, Jordan had learned to daydream and eventually fall into unconsciousness with her eyes open. The bell snapped her out of it. She was scribbling down the assignment when Freddie stopped short and grabbed her books from her desk.
"Do you know where the music room is?" He asked sweetly. Jordan smiled and shook her head.
"Come with me."
She followed him down hallways and room after room, she approached the door and he gave her the books.
"Thank you." She said, "For everything."
"Anytime." He nodded and smiled at her, his eyes followed her into the classroom. She gazed in awe at all the instruments. He had study hall and the teacher loved him, he wouldn't mind if Freddie was a little late.
The teacher started talking to her lightly, and showed her around. She nodded at some of his questions and he showed her the grand piano. Jordan almost fainted; she lightly touched its slender lines and sleek finish. The teacher asked her if she wanted to play. She shook her head and he told her something. She sat down and closed her eyes. Freddie took a step into the room. Suddenly, the chords were struck and the sound hung in the air. Jordan lightly opened her eyes, smiled, and closed them again. Her fingers flew across the keys like the wind and she moved her head with the harmonies. The teacher smiled in awe for approval when she was done. Freddie's mouth was in a zero shape and he literally almost ran right up to Jordan to kiss her. The feeling he had inside was irresistible. He wished that Sam wasn't his first kiss now; she would be the perfect girl…if she liked him back.
Freddie heard the bell ring and grudgingly went to Study Hall.