iTwilight
By Danny Phantoms Ghost writer
Disclaimer time!
Edward- Danny Phantom's Ghost Writer does not own Twilight or iCarly!
- Chapter one, where's Freddie?
Carly`s POV-
Me and Sam were pacing in our school hallway. We haven't seen Freddie for about three weeks. Mrs. Benson won't tell us anything, and Sam is being nice! I know! Odd!
"Carly Shay and Sam Pucket report to the principles office!" The loud speaker said.
"Aw. Coming!" I yelled, we walked to principle Franklin's office, well, I dragged Sam by her hair and I walked. I froze when I saw a cop there.
"Oh, My, God. Sam, what did you do?" I asked, the cop turned and I saw my uncle Charlie. I hugged him.
"Hi, Uncle Charlie!" I said,
"Wow. Your uncle's a cop? Go figure." Sam muttered as she turned for the door, but it was closed by Mrs. Briggs. Wow. I'd like to meet the man who married her. I mean, who would marry a Randy Jackson crazed fan, and kid-hating teacher? I wondered.
"It's alright, Mrs. Briggs. Me, Carly, and Sam are going to Carly`s house and to my hometown in Forks." Uncle Charlie explained.
"Hey, Carly. Could your Uncle arrest Mrs. Briggs for Kid hating teacher?" Sam asked, Me and Uncle Charlie laughed.
"No, Sam." I said, 'that would be funny, though.' I thought. We got to uncle Charlie's car and Sam groaned when she saw it was a police cruiser.
"Anything wrong?" Uncle Charlie asked,
"Not really. Sam has been on patrol a couple of times. Nothing major." I said, he groaned.
"Please. Please. I at least want one kid in my family who doesn't hang out with delinquents." he said, Sam laughed.
"Spencer's normal, uh, sort of. He's a wicked sculptor maker." I said, He nodded.
"First, we are going back to your apartment to pick up your clothes and stuff, and pick up Spencer and a boy called Freddie." Charlie said,
"Benson? His mom said he's been sick for a long time." Sam said, I noticed her eyes perked up when he said that Freddie was coming. 'Fudge pops. When did Sam start getting mushy?' I wondered.
We got to my apartments and knocked on Freddie's door. No one answered.
"Open up! This is the police." Charlie yelled, the door still didn't unlock.
"Move." Sam started picking the lock. I rolled my eyes.
"Sam. How do you pick a lock with a hairpin- oh, like that." She unlocked the door and went inside, we followed. And there was Freddie, Shirtless, on the couch sleeping. Sam's mouth was wide open. This didn't look at all like Freddie Benson. He was bigger than an average sixteen year old, he looked twenty three. He looked beat. Worse than I ever seen him. Sam was in a kind of trance and went towards him, she ran her fingers threw his hair. 'Whoa. Totally out of character for Sam.' I thought.
"Either. I'm right or gone insane, but if I'm right, Freddie imprinted on Sam." Charlie whispered,
"Imprinted?" I asked, completely confused.
"Uh. I'll let the pack tell you when we get to Forks." He said, he seemed very confused on the term, too.
"Come on, Sam. Let's wake Freddie up and get over to my place." I said, we tried everything to wake up Freddie up.
"Wait. I have an idea." Sam said, She leaned into Freddie.
"Wait. What are you-" Charlie was interrupted by Sam kissing Freddie. I had my mouth gaping open! Sam kissing Freddie? I think this is some type of dream! I must of eaten a bowl of crazy flakes this moring and now I'm seeing things! Freddie woke up.
"Whoa. Either I had a bowl of crazy flakes this moring or Sam was kissing me." Freddie looked up and almost fell over.
"Whoa! What are you all doing in my apartment?" He asked rubbing his eyes. I gasped. Freddie's voice didn't sound like Freddie. It was all husky and stuff. I almost believed it wasn't him.
"What's going on?" He asked looking at Uncle Charlie.
"Oh, Freddie. This is my Uncle Charlie. Uncle Charlie, this is Freddie." I introduced. They shook hands.
"Well, put on a shirt and pack some clothes. Cause we're going to Forks!" I said,
"You mean the small rainy town a few miles down from here?" Freddie asked, Charlie nodded.
"Yes. That's my home town. We have to get next door and get Spencer. We leave today." Charlie said. Freddie nodded.
"Come on. Get packing. We'll meet you downstairs in five." Sam said pushing me and Charlie out the door. We got to my house and Spencer ran into Charlie when we got there. He packed up and we met Freddie downstairs. The best way to get to Forks was Charlie's cruiser. Because we all couldn't fit on to Spencer's motorcycle, duh. And Freddie's mom took her car to some parent convention. So, here we come Forks!
Autor's note!- finally! First Chapter done! Lot better than my other one, right? Is Charlie right? Did Freddie imprint on Sam the second she walked through the door? And where's Mrs. Benson? Lot's of questions? Then hit the blue button and review!