iWant Out

Evangelline

My phone vibrated for the third time that night—and I didn't even have to look at it to know that it was my mom.

"Sam, aren't you gonna get that?" Carly questioned before taking another sip of her 'special' lemonade. "Maybe your mom has something really important to say."

"Nah. We just had a fight; she's probably sending me insults or something. It's cool." I paused when Carly shot me a stern and somewhat concerned glance, "I'll talk to her when I get home, Carls. We fight all the time, we make up. It's a cycle."

"Alright." She sent me a half smile just as Freddie down the stairs with his laptop in his hands.

"Nice show tonight." He commented with a grin before sitting down next to me on the couch. "I liked the banana hat bid."

"I know." I let out a light-hearted laugh, glad to push the subject of my mom and home away. "It was all Carly's idea."

"Yay me." Carly giggled. She composed herself and glanced at both Freddie and me. "I mean, it made sense since Spencer… sense since Spencer…" She laughed and composed herself before starting again, "Since Spencer was making that big banana sculpture."

"Oh yeah, how'd that turn out?" I asked before grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl sitting on the coffee table.

"The bananas went bad before he could finish it, so he had to throw it out." She sighed, sinking a bit in her chair, "Those poor bananas."

"That stinks." Freddie nodded his head before propping his laptop up on his lap.

"What'cha doing?" I questioned with my mouth full.

"Just checking over the site. Did I tell you guys that it had a few glitches earlier this week?" Freddie's dark brown eyebrows drew together as he hit a few keys. "It normally doesn't have that many problems."

"Is it bad?" Carly moved over so she could see the computer screen.

"Nothing terrible." Freddie replied easily, hitting a few more keys. "I mean, some of the videos wouldn't show up when I clicked on the links—I already fixed that. But the background's been disappearing and some of our blogs are disappearing."

Carly and Freddie exchanged a glance before glancing over at me suspiciously. Okay, okay. I'll admit that every once and a while I hack onto Freddie's account and mess with his blogs. But I wouldn't go deleting everything.

"It wasn't me!" I assured them, and they believed me in an instant. "I wouldn't delete your blogs, I swear."

Carly and Freddie both nodded silently.

"Well, it's either a glitch or we're being hacked by someone." Freddie sighed, hitting a few more keys before turning his laptop off and shutting it. "I'll look into it tomorrow."

Carly smiled a half smile. "I wonder if they're showing any movies on TV tonight."

I grabbed the remote and clicked the television on before tossing it over to Carly. She caught it easily.

"You can pick it this time." I said, "Since I picked last week and all." Plus, I wasn't in the mood for picking movies. It took too much thought and I was too tired.

"Why don't you ever let me pick the movies we watch?" Freddie asked suddenly, crossing his arms. I poked him in the side, making him jump.

"'Cause you always pick nubby movies." I responded casually.

Freddie looked at Carly for support, but she only laughed.

"You… you do pick nubby movies." She was a bit shyer about picking on Freddie than I was. "I mean, 'Beverly Hills Chihuahua'?" She giggled again and I laughed along with her.

"That was an accident! I already told you that the movies were switched at the counter when I rented it!" He tried to defend himself, he really did.

"The freaking Chihuahua roars at the end." I leaned forward and let my chin rest in my hands. "Priceless."

"How about this?" Carly asked for our opinions as she switched to some romantic comedy.

I honestly didn't care. Spending time with Carly and the nub was usually fun no matter what we were doing. "Whatever."

"This is what I get for hanging out with girls, huh?" Freddie looked disappointed. "This is a chick flick."

"Thought you would've gotten used to watching chick flicks by now, Fredweird." I smirked and he playfully stuck his tongue out at me.

"Aw, Freddie, you know you love us." Carly's brown eyes were fixated on the screen, though, as she reached over into the bowl for some popcorn… only to get a handful of cornels. "Sam."

"Yes…?" I asked innocently.

"You finished the popcorn." Carly turned slowly to send me a scolding look.

"Yes. Yes I did." I paused as she grabbed the bowl and handed it to me. I sighed and got up. "Okay, I'll make more."

Carly smiled, pleased. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah." I let a little smile cross my features as I headed inside the Shay's kitchen.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Since I was already up, I set the bowl down on the kitchen table and headed for the door.
"I'll get it." I said in a singsong voice, stopping in front of the door before swinging it open.

Time seemed to stop at that moment. Standing right in front of me was my dad. The guy who left Melanie and me when we were little. My heart dropped and I stopped breathing.

"Who is it, Sam?" Carly's voice sounded so small and far away.

My dad opened his mouth to say something—but I panicked slammed the door in his face before he could.

I whirled around with shaking hands and both Freddie and Carly turned around from their seats on the couch to look over at me. I was stunned and I hoped to goodness that it didn't show on my face.

"Oh… You know. It was just some salesperson. Trying to sell foreign toothpaste." I said the first thing that came into my head. There was another knock. "We don't want your foreign toothpaste!" I yelled, hoping that he'd just give up and disappear.

"Foreign toothpaste?" Freddie sent me a questioning look.

I shrugged. "I'm not selling it." I tried my best to act cool and calm, but it was hard. I wanted to throw up. "I'll be back."

I turned on my heels and made my way inside the downstairs bathroom, closed the door behind me, locked it, and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Letting out a few raspy breaths, I looked through the messages my mom sent me earlier.

'You're a turkey!'

I rolled my eyes at the first one before looking at the next.

'Your father came back. He found me at that sketchy coffee shop down the corner from our place.'

I blinked. Twice.

'I told him you're at Carly's apartment. He's coming to talk to you.'

I calmly tucked my PearPhone inside my pocket, stood up, opened the toilet seat, and threw up.

I can't help but write an iCarly story. iLost My Mind has fueled my imagination completely. :)

This story is rated T for a reason. There're going to be some real life issues going on... I'll try not to use a lot of curse words along the way, but one or two may slip out every once and a while if the situation suits.

It's a Seddie story too. They'll have a few moments as this moves along. (They're still dating, but I didn't make it obvious.)

One last thing. iCarly does not belong to me. Which is pretty obvious. But some people get on your case when you don't add this in, so yeah.

Please leave a review if you have the time to. I'd like to know if this is interesting or not.

-Evangelline