Disclamer: I guess it has to be said, I do not own any of Dan Schniders work.
Spencer let out a long, heavy sigh as he looked around the iCarly studio, it always seemed so empty now a days even though everything was still in place. It's only been about ten months since the kids left, and the thirty year old was now by himself in the massive loft apartment.
Carly and Freddie were both going to school out of state, Carly at the Art Institute of Phoenix for visual media arts and Freddie at Virginia Tech for computer programming. Gibby was the only one that stayed in town and he managed to get a job at a recreation center, it took up most of his time but Spencer was always grateful when he had the time to stop by. And lastly was Sam, no one was really sure where she went just that she was no longer in Seattle, said she needed to stay away so her mother couldn't find her. She kept in touch often enough so no one was that worried about her, plus she always made sure her iCarly obligations were met. True the show was currently no longer filming, but the site was thriving. The four kids and Spencer each had a blog on the site they updated weekly, on top of that one of them would do a video once a week so there was still new content.
The man smiled as he shook his head and placed the camera back on Freddie's cart, it was his week for a video and he had just finished sending it off to the Technical Producer so it could be put up that Friday. His video showcased a new sculpture, he had turned a bike into peacock. As well as two paintings that were part of an exhibit he was putting on. Something else that happened when the kids left, Spencer realized how much he was held back cause of them. It wasn't a bad thing, but hanging out with teenagers all the time kept him less focused and mature. Two weeks after he was alone Spencer started painting, and quickly sold two pieces to a high end hotel which they displayed in the lobby. The paintings were noticed by and art dealer who was in town for a short time, he talked to a gallery, who talk with someone else, and five other phone calls later Spencer was signed to have an art exhibit in a waterfront gallery in mid June. With May coming to a close in the next few days, the video might also work to get a little extra buzz for his show.
Finally back down stairs he grabbed a cream soda from the fridge, a slice of pizza off the counter, and made his way to the couch. Taking a drink as he sat down his pear phone started ring, he swallowed and checked the display to see who it was, and with a smile he answered. "Hey Socko, what goes on?"
He took a bite of his pizza as Socko spoke. "No.." Spencer spoke thru a mouth of food, he quickly and painfully swallowed so he could speak. " No, I still have one more painting to finish... No, I don't know what its going to be yet... Yes, I do know my exhibit is in ten days... And no you're not helping right now."
Spencer took a second bite of his food as he listened to Socko, and after the third bite his friend let him reply. "Dude, I don't need you reminding me how important this show is... I know... I'll get it done... No, the Pac Rat machine is still in storage."
He was about to take another bite of pizza when Socko said something he had been waiting to hear. "Really, you were able to get me some tickets... You're the best... I've always wanted to see the Seattle Indy Movie Marathon... Alright, adios." Spencer hung up his phone and tossed it next to him before ripping into his pizza and happily snuggling into the soft fabric of the sofa.
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Spencer let out a loud yawn as he woke up, he stretched and found a half eaten piece of pizza on his chest. Girly Cow was on the tube and sun light was starting to creep in the large windows behind him. He didn't even remember falling asleep last night, he must have been more exhausted than he thought. He rubbed his face as he stood and pealed the pizza off his shirt, he tossed the slice onto the table and headed to the bathroom to shower.
He turned the water on before undressing and grabbing a towel out of the linen closet. He hung the towel on a hook as he stepped under the hot rain of the showerhead. He groaned as he lowered his head and let the water cascade down his neck and back. Now that he was rested and getting clean, it was time for his mind to focus.
He needed to finish the last painting for the exhibit, he already had twenty four painting and five sculptures. All the pieces depicted machinery merging with nature, very organic and industrious. The last painting needed to be special, something a little more personal, but what? He yawned again before finally washing his hair, and eventually getting out of the tiled box.
He needed coffee, the shower didn't wake him like he wanted, sure he was clean but he was still groggy and his head cloudy. He was lucky that the Groovy Smoothie had espresso bar as part of its menu, and as far as reviews went, the coffee fantastic. So Spencer got dressed and headed down to give T-Bo a visit, Lewbert shrieked as he passed thru the lobby but he was quickly outside in the fresh Seattle air. Across the street and down the block Spencer traveled and finally entered his favorite watering hole.
He paused briefly at the door, something he had done ever since he got a hug from Nug'nug, always hoping he'd see the little guy again. No such luck. "Oh well. Hey T-Bo!"
"Spencer, you need a smoothie this morning? Blueberry Blast, right?"
"Not today, six shot moca please."
"Sure thing , Mel you got that?"
"Right away T-Bo." The perky blonde gave Spencer a huge smile and a slight wave before working on his drink.
"Melanie?" Spencer questioned the barista, it was a stupid question cause it was either her or Sam, and Sam would never be happy about working.
"Hey Spencer, how's it going?"
"Good, when did you start working here?"
"Today's my first day. Scholarships only really give you tuition, dorm, and book money, not great for spending outside the school. I know it's a little far from the University but..."
"You wana buy an artichoke?"
"No T-Bo, just the..." It was then that she caught his eye. Pale sink with long raven colored hair, bright green eyes which were focused intently on the laptop screen in front of her. She slowly sipped her coffee and maintained focus on her work. He grabbed T-Bo's collar and pulled him close. "Who's that?"
Alright, its the end of Chapter 1. This is my first story so please review, good or bad. I hope everyone enjoyed it in some way, and Chapter 2 should be up in a day or two. Thanks for reading.