iwant my freddie
It has been a long time since I've posted a fan fic (due to lack of ambition to the last attempt) I am going to try again now.
P.S. I own nothing of icarly, although i would like to say miranda and jenette are hot, and nathan, well, he is okay of an actor Remember this, if this is in italics, not part of the story.
Anybody who read the trailer, I deleted it. I guess I will make a better fiction writer than a writer in the movie career.
Anyway, here it chapter one
Note: At the beginning of each chapter, it will take place in 2065, where Sam Puckett, at the age of seventy-one, will narrate. Then it will switch to third person POV, for the 2011 setting, then at the end, it is back to 2065.
Chapter One, Last day of school
Man, walking from Manhattan to the Bronx Ruins is really tough than it was years ago. Back then, though, I had better blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, good skin, clear lungs, good joints, and no blood vessel problems. Now, I have a varicose vein on my left ankle, all my joints savior my head, are acting up, but my right knee is in worse condition. In fact, it is because of my right knee that I have a permanent limp on my right leg. My lungs these days are full of phlegm, although there is no cold to accompany it. Over the years of being a low party member of the WRP, my beautiful eyes turned grey, and as for my hygiene and hair, because of rationing small amounts of shampoo and body soap, my skin became frail and my hair became dull, white, and brittle.
I resented my record rewriting job so much, but for the sake of my memory and my family, I have to play the part in being a dutiful record keeper, and make sure all the news and the past I change am good and will please "The Leader." I feel dreadful every time news is fabricated.
I made it home, in the dump known as the Bronx Ruins because in 2019, the Bronx suffers heavy damage. Afterwards, it became a zone for the proletarians and the "imperfects." I moved here in 2050 after all my children left. I resented my life of slavery that I live among the slaves but play the part of a loyal member of WRP. There was no rule for low party members to live in the poor quarters, especially when most do to be closer to "duty" people and for the cheapest of the cheap places to rent.
Ever since my children left, I've been alone most of the time savor for some of the neighbors that visit me, and as for my husband, he died of radiation in 2040. They were big supporters of the party. I rarely talk to them. The last time I talked to them, a grandchild of mine ran away, leaving behind only a letter saying he hates the party. I never heard from that grandchild since. I think soon, he will be vaporized.
I made it to the apartment where I live. There are about twelve apartment buildings still whole, the other buildings are now twisted heaps of steel and plaster. I got up to my apartment, entered, and locked the door behind me. It was only a one-bedroom apartment, no need for a three-bedroom apartment since I am by myself.
I wish Carly were here, she would always cheer me up when I am around her. Freddie, well, I always insult him, which cheer me up more. Still, he always got my back in eleventh grade. Sometimes, I would go back in time, and for a moment, pretend I was back in the world where things were different, and I was free://
Seattle, Washington, 2011
Eleven fifty, ten minutes before the last bell of the year rings. Carly Shay, Sam Puckett, and Freddie Benson (these days, he is called just plain Fred and the teachers called him Frederick), were in the same homeroom waiting for bell to ring to signal their freedom. For Sam, to get into trouble a lot before her eighteenth birthday, ten months from now, For Fred, a time to play around with his tech equipment. For Carly, a time to enjoy the beach with her boyfriend, Ryan Johnson, the football captain, and for all four of them, to do their web show, iCarly, still popular among them.
"Come on bell, ring, I want to get the hell out of this stupid school," Sam complained.
"You are not the only one who wants to get out of here," Fred told her.
"Yeah, but I have better things to do than go home and play around with a laptop," she told back to him.
"Wow, what a good comeback," Fred said.
"Frederick Benson, and Samantha Puckett!" Mr. Magnus Briggs shouted at them. "Stop this arguing or I will keep you here until three thirty." Both Sam and Fred shut up.
"Carly, I hope I don't have to put up with that rebel blond and that weak brunet every day," Ryan said to Carly.
Carly had nothing to say to him.
Eleven fifty-five, five more minutes until the last bell rings. Carly is becoming too anxious, because she is waiting for the ultra special date Ryan promise to take her to when the final bell rings, and out the door, they go.
"It won't be too long, my sexy brunette, then soon, we will be all alone," Ryan whispered in Carly's ear. She was blushing like mad.
"Oh Ryan, please stop it," Carly said blushing. Fred was staring at her with jealousy in his eyes. It only lasted for a few seconds, because these days, he was no longer in love with Carly. In fact, he now only likes Carly as a friend, and to prove it, went on dates with other girls. Still, it was fun to pretend to like Carly and stare at Ryan with intense anger, so he went back to it.
"You will be in my arms very soon Carly," Ryan kept saying, and he began to nibble her ear.
"Ryan Johnson-McCurdy and Carly Shay, is there something you like to wish to confine to the homeroom?" Mr. Briggs asked.
"Not at all sir," Carly said, her face returning to her original color. Ryan was sitting back once more relaxed.
"You can share secrets to each other after the sun reaches solar noon. Until then, sit back and be quiet," Mr. Briggs said. "I am getting close to keeping all of you lazy future hamburger flippers here with me to clean out my room until three thirty."
"Yeah, why that?" Gibby asked.
"Because this is my last year after that final bell rings and I pack up. A week later, I will join Fran back in Edinburgh," he said. "Now, for the last time, be quiet or pay the consequences."
The clock now reads eleven fifty-seven, three minutes before the final bell rings. Sam and Fred were still exchanging glances. These days, Fred was not only playing sole staring games at Carly and Ryan, but also with some blond skater girl. As for Sam, she is having feelings for some brunet who lives with an overprotected mother across the hall from her brunette friend.
"What are you staring at," Sam mouthed at Fred when he turned his head back to her.
Fred, rather embarrassed, turned around to the window, which has a view of downtown Seattle.
Eleven fifty-eight, two more minutes. Ryan and Carly were still trying to resist looking at each other before the final bell rang, because if they did, Mr. Briggs would have an excuse to keep them after school helping him pack his stuff. Still, it was not illegal to play footies, as long as Mr. Briggs was not looking back at them.
Eleven fifty-nine, one more minute before the bell rings. Fred went back at looking at Sam. She was too beautiful for Fred to resist looking at her. However, her body seems to be hypnotizing Fred, gluing his eyes on her beautiful face and her blond wavy hair, her bangs out, and her hair down. The red hand had reached six, thirty more seconds, and they were free.
Come on Fred, thirty more seconds, resist Sam, Fred thought. He fought hard with his mind. He lost, and he was looking at Sam's legs now. Although she was wearing jeans, however, they were tight on her, thereby, making her look more sexy.
Sam turned her head, and spotted Fred looking at her.
"Why are you looking at me?" Sam accidentally said.
Mr. Briggs looked at them, in the process, caught Carly and Ryan.
"That's it, Samantha Puckett, Frederick Benson, Carly Shay, and Ryan Johnson-McCurdy, you f--," Before he could even say the last line to his sentence, the red hand hit twelve. Three hands lined up triggered the last bell. They were free. Carly, Ryan, Sam, and Fred fled the classroom quickly before Mr. Briggs could punish them.
"Come back here you four!" Mr. Briggs shouted. He tried calling the office, but once the last bell ran, all the school phone lines disconnect, thereby making it impossible to get the four 'troublemakers' back to class.
Once they were out the door, they begin to head for their cars. Ryan drove a 1988 Chevy Caprice. Fred's father, who lived in Denver, gave him a nice 2008 convertible.
"Sam, do you mind getting a ride with Freddie?" Carly asked.
Sam's face boiled. "No way, I refuse to ride in a car with Freddie," Sam said. Carly and Sam were the only two people left to call Fred Freddie.
Carly gave Sam the puppy face. As usual, Sam gave in. "Fine, I'll ride with Freddie," she said. Carly smiled as Ryan pulled out.
Sam approached Fred's car. Although she loved the car, Fred owned, however, she was reluctant to get in the same vehicle as Fred. She has been in his car once, but it was to get away from a place she did not want to be.
"Um, Freddie," Sam began. Fred always knew what she needed, and opened the passenger seat for her. Sam, still reluctant, climbed in. Once she was in, Fred sped out of the parking lot and into traffic, for he feared Mr. Briggs would run out and get them back into his room to clean his room. He doubts it, because by the time they fled, he might have already found help.
The roof was down, the sun shining on the two of them. Sam began feeling a little warm, and began to doze off.
"Hey Sam, are you alright?" Fred asked. He snapped his fingers in her beautiful face. Sam woke up immediately and smacked him hand away.
"I was fine until you woke me up," Sam complained. She was yawning, then fell back asleep but was awaken by a loud bullhorn. She looked to see it was her ex-boyfriend, Salvador Garcia.
"Sam, please, come back to me, I really do love you, I want you," he begged.
"What a total loser," Fred said before driving off, running a red light. He turned a sharp right before arriving at Sam's home, some old house sitting next to a hotel.
"Thanks for the ride Freddie," Sam said looking down at the floor.
"Hey, it's no problem," Fred said. "Will you be fine getting to Carly's apartment tomorrow by yourself? There's a problem with the anti-freeze cooler and the coolant." The temperature gauge was about four small lines from the red zone.
"I'll be fine Freddie," Sam said, slightly smiling, but not because she did not have to ride with Fred. She got out, tug her back out roughly. "See you tomorrow Freddie."
Freddie waved back at her before driving off.
She got to her room, avoiding her parents along the way. Recently, her mother has been accusing her father of cheating on her. Every night since, dinner and evening TV became a war. Sometimes, her father would pick up a plate and toss it over her mother's head, as if he was practicing his Frisbee throwing.
Her phone began to ring. The caller I.D. reads Shay. Sam quickly picks it up.
"Sam, it's Carly!" she shouted. "Ryan took me out to a romantic spot at the beach today. It was amazingly beautiful, especially with nobody else around."
"That's awesome," Sam commented positively, although it was really negative. Ever since she broken up with Salvador, she became jealous of Carly and Ryan's relationship. "Hey, did you guys did it yet?"
"Well, that's for me to find out why Ryan brought the glove," Carly laugh.
Sam was so shocked she hung up the phone. Immediately, she broke down crying into her pillow.
'Carly beat me to lose her virginity' Sam thought. That thought only broke her down more. She could not believe that Carly lost it first, but that Sam fears that she will not have a boyfriend that would love her and not make out with another girl at prom. That was why she left Salvador, and the person who picked up the pieces of her brother heart was not her friend, but someone else, someone who had a strange mother://
Back to 2065
There is some ointment I found in an abandoned apartment I could use to apply to my varicose vein. I have seen this before, during the time when there was nothing the government was holding any of our necessities back from us. The Leader would keep it to himself and give some to the high party. Those damn politicians are always the one getting stuff we need the most.
I am having a feeling that soon, this entire country will fall and we will be free from everything. I discarded feelings like that a long time ago. I heard a rumor that a group of rebels got close to destroying the empire, but those close to the Leader fled with him somewhere unknown. Like an equation, they got the problem, but there is an x in the way.
That was twenty years ago. If it was true, nothing can bring down the empire.
That's the end of the first chapter. I hope you understand that. Chapter two will take awhile.