iLove a Dork
As usual, I was in the Shay's apartment, and, as of right then, I was playing the online version of Pack-Rat, the game that Spencer had gotten obsessed with.
"Come on!" I urged my little rat. "The freakin' cheese is right there, GET IT!!!" Talking to the computer again, not a good sign.
All of the sudden, my (well, Carly's…) computer screen started blinking insanely, and my game closed out, as well as the computer.
"ARGH!" I shouted, mad at the world. I almost had beaten my high score. "Dang it…"
This was around the seventh time this week that Carly's computer shrunk off to the corners of cyberspace, not caring about the people who happened to be using it. The first four times, Spencer hit the thing that took care of the internet-working with a small wrench until it worked again. Actually, no, that was the first three times. The fourth, Spencer hit it with a slice of Dice's pizza. The fifth and sixth times, it came back on by itself, not nearly as entertaining. And, now, the seventh, I probably would have to get the apartment building's resident one-man Geek Squad…Freddie 'Fredward' Benson.
"Oh man…" I whispered to myself. It had been two years since iCarly had started, and it was still growing strong. Freddie had matured…a lot. He had gone from high-voiced puppy to one hottie of a man! Yeah, bad…uh…what're they called? Adjectives I think? Ok, yeah, bad adjectives, I know, but you know that I'm not too bright.
Ever since, it seems, Freddie's voice had started deepening, a small crush that I had had on him for a while had started deepening as well. Now, whenever I had to see him or talk to him I got butterflies in my stomach, no, tornadoes in my stomach and my legs threatened to throw me to the ground. And now, because he was the only geek I've ever known, (unless you count Jonas, but he was only in the AV Club, he never really showed any geek-ish tendencies…) I would have to ask him if he could fix Carly's computer.
I took a deep breath, held my head high, and marched out of the Shay's apartment, straight to Freddie's. I knocked on the door, but the second Freddie answered the door, my head hung down, the tornadoes started raging, and my legs acted like those trap doors you see on movies. One second, they're holding you up, and the next, it's sliding open and you're flat on the floor.
"H-hey, Fr-Freddie," I stuttered. I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!!! was screaming in my head.
"Oh, hey, Sam," Freddie greeted, grinning the way only he knew how. "Whad'ya need?"
"Uhm, Carly's computer is acting up again, and I was wondering if you might, uhm, be able to try and, erhm, fix it?" I asked, barely making it through the sentence.
"Sure!" Freddie excitedly replied. "Haven't had something to fix in ages…"
Freddie walked out of his apartment and straight into Carly's.
"Let's see…" Freddie muttered to himself, bending down by a thick black cable. "What's it been doing?"
Freddie looked up at me with shining, dark eyes, and I almost melted. But I had to at least answer him…
"Erhm, I was playing Pack-Rat, and the screen just started flickering and it turned off by itself."
"Like when you're getting a text message and the screen starts acting strangely?"
"Yeah, sorta like that." I answered. "But a bit more…violent."
Freddie laughed a deep, booming laugh, and I smiled. I made Freddie laugh!
"That's probably just some loose cords somewhere…"
Freddie crouched over to the nearest socket, where the thick black cord was plugged into. He tightened it, and then walked over to the blue thing that controls the internet and how angry I get at the computer. He then tightened the other end of the black cord.
"There, that should do it…"
The computer then beeped as if in reply, and slowly crawled back into existence. I beamed. Freddie can do anything when he wants to.
"Spencer rolling his portable sculptures over the main cord probably pried it loose after a while." Freddie explained. "That's why it turned back on the first four times, it wasn't completely detached, and the electron flow could still continue, just a little disrupted."
I had no idea what my geek had just said, but I nodded, just pretending like I did. Did as in, paid attention in science.
"Now, that'll be five dollars." Freddie smiled his sweet smile, and holding his hand out.
I walked up real close to him and whispered in his ear, "How about a kiss instead?"
Before he could react, I gently placed my lips on his, and kissed him the best I knew. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him, and my fingers found their way up to his hair, brushing through them. When we both needed air, we pulled apart, panting through out noses.
Placing a small kiss on my lips, Freddie walked back to his apartment, quietly whispering in my ear, "That'll do."