Hey guys! For readers of iCan Make Her Jealous, this is an all new story! It does have Seddie in it, but other couples will heavily involved too.
This story never would have happened without hartful13! He is an angel, this story is dedicated to him! It never would have happened without him, he completely took my one stupid little thought and gave me this fantastic idea! I kind of went a little crazy with it, but it still never would have happened without him.
KingxLeon21, what would I do without you as my wise and speedy fast beta? You're amazing too.
One last thing, all these chapter titles will be from Panic! At The Disco songs. This one steals a line from Camisado :)
The dimly lit coffee shop was, fairly, unoccupied. It wasn't exactly cozy but it wasn't repelling either. It wasn't a typical place for teenagers; most would have been at a fast food restaurant or maybe an Italian place with great lasagna. However, neither of these teenagers were normal. The boy sat at a table, dressed in khakis and a plaid sweater. His hair; styled with gel in a way that only be described as dorky, and he was a few pounds overweight, wearing his usual sour expression. He did not enjoy the company of other teenagers, and would have much preferred to be at home working on his website or coming up with a way to trick Carly Shay into kissing him. Hopefully, this would be worth his while. The girl entered; shaking off the Seattle rain and smiling to herself. She spotted the boy quickly, and upon arriving at the table removed her long jacket, revealing a plain v-neck pink shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Normally both teens would have tried harder to impress the opposite sex, but this was not a date.
"What do you want?" the boy's sharp, brisk voice sounded higher in pitch and was more mature than most teenagers. Both knew he wasn't talking about coffee. The girl raised an eyebrow at his abruptness, but let it settle into a smug smile. She clearly thought she had the upper hand in the situation, and the boy strongly disagreed.
"What I want is what you want; to take down iCarly," she said this with an air of drama, expecting her words to silence him, but the boy, Nevel, just nodded. "So you're Missy, I gather."
The redhead blinked in surprise. "How do you know about me?" she was immediately suspicious of his calm attitude.
"I keep tabs on everything I can regarding Carly, Sam and Freddie. I figured one day you'd come find me," he stated rather calmly, actually talking to the spoon he was using to examine his hair. He wasn't proud of his near-stalkish activities regarding the trio, but he wasn't ashamed either. Nevel always assured himself that he kept an eye on them, not because of Carly, but to find a weakness, and use it to bring them down.
A few seconds of silence passed. The girl, Missy, was most likely trying to wrap her head around this and figure out what to say. Instead, Nevel broke the silence.
"Would I be correct in assuming that you have some sort of delightful plan to get revenge on iCarly for wronging you, and that you need my help to pull it off?" he smirked at her from the across the table, and her face burned bright red.
"Not just you," she snapped, "It'll take more than that. I'm trying to get as many people to help as possible. You're just one of the people I'm seeking out, so don't be so smug."
"Who are the others?" asked Nevel curiously.
"So far I've gotten a hold of Chuck and Mr. Howard." Missy looked pleased with herself.
"And what exactly is their part in this operation?" Nevel questioned casually.
Missy opened her mouth to speak before stopping herself, sending Nevel a glare. "I'm not telling you anything else until you agree to help."
Nevel leaned back in his chair. "I'm in, but what is your motive? The rumors are that you got pushed out of iCarly, but no further details ever surfaced."
Missy's eyes darkened. "This isn't just for me. It's for everyone. Someone has to put those losers in their place. They think that just because they do a webshow the rules don't apply to them and they can get away with anything. Sam ruined my chances of reconnecting with Carly, Freddie sent me on the cruise from hell, they tortured Chuck, got him sent to math camp, nearly got Mr. Howard fired, cheated you out of a kiss and made you look like an idiot. It's about time someone took them down."
Missy leaned back in her seat from which she had moved away from. Nevel let her words settle over him, before taking a deep breath and replying, "I agree with all of those statements completely. So, how will we do it?"
The girl's smug grin returned. "Easy. You pull people apart from each other, break the trust, and taint the happiness, then stand back and watch the relationships crumble."
Mr. Howard flexed his fingers nervously, spreading them apart then drawing them into a tight fist one final time before he wrapped them around his coffee mug. Thanks to information from Chuck, Missy had learned a lot about the iCarly trios' parents and their relationships with them. Carly's were kind of out of the picture, Sam's was a disaster, and Freddie's was an overprotective near psychopath. On top of that, he had informed Missy that Sam and Freddie's mothers drove them crazy, and he had reason to believe that Sam and Freddie might couple up soon, much to the dismay of his mother. It was with that limited knowledge, that Missy had formed the strangest part of her plan. All he had to do was follow her instructions and hope that the shabby plan came together.
Not a man to lie anymore, Mr. Howard easily admitted that this portion of Missy's plot didn't make sense to him. He knew that the point was to eventually drive the iCarly crew apart and make them alone, but he still wondered if maybe his part of the plan was to only cause entertainment when Nevel, undoubtedly, failed at his.
Mr. Howard turned his attention back to the two ladies he was supposed to be watching. Mrs. Puckett was shamelessly flirting with a rather unattractive balding man who alternated between nodding at her questions, and staring at her boobs. The other female, Mrs. Benson sat a short distance away, socializing with no one and alternating between applying hand sanitizer and looking with distaste at Pam.
The teacher took a final chug of his coffee, then, stepped forward in front of a sign that read Welcome Members of the All New Ridgeway Parents Association!
"Hello, everyone. It seems like you all have arrived so I'll get started. This is the first Ridgeway Parents Meeting, but we hope to have one every month and use this time to discuss the school our children attend, and give ideas to help improve their value of learning." Principal Franklin had been pretty surprised when Mr. Howard had stepped forward to run a new meeting of parents to help better the school, but if it helped carry out Missy's plan and secure his job, it was worth it.
Everyone clapped at his little speech and he continued, "To celebrate I purchased us a large sheet cake from the Drake and Josh bakery," everyone applauded again. This time, more enthusiastically. "Would one of you lovely ladies please assist me in cutting this cake?"
Most of the women tittered nervously and giggled, but one blonde shot up from her seat. "I'll do it, I'm hot." Pam Puckett's voice shut everyone else up, and Mr. Howard beamed at her.
Pam got to the front of the room, where Mr. Howard revealed a large vanilla cake and handed her the knife to cut it, taking care to handle the knife by its blade. Pam grabbed the handle of the knife, slick with unseen butter, and it tumbled to the floor, its journey only briefly interrupted when it nicked Pam's left hand.
"Holy fucking llamas!" Pam screamed at the exact moment Marissa Benson shot up from her seat. Mr. Howard resisted the urge to squeal like a little fangirl at the perfection.
"Don't move Pam, I'm a nurse." Marissa pushed her way past the gasping people crowding around and got to the blonde's side.
"Can you fix it?" Mr. Howard asked in his most concerned voice. The cut ran from the near top of her index finger, down the side, just past her knuckle.
Marissa nodded briskly. "Yes, it's not bad; should only take a stitch or two. Thank goodness I brought my first aid kit!"
Pam backed up, holding her finger possessively. "No, no, no, no, no one is performing surgery on my finger without a lot of drugs and a really hot doctor!"
Marissa smiled tenderly at Pam and took her hand, a surprised look shooting through both of them when she did, as if there was an unexpected jolt. Mr. Howard grinned deliciously. Missy's plan was coming together flawlessly.
"I know you hate hospitals. You're practically famous in the one I work at for having an awful time while you're there. I can fix it quickly and then it can be over and done with." Pam managed a weak smile and nodded at her companion, looking down at Marissa's hand clutching hers.
"Why don't you two go up to the chemistry lab so you can stitch her up? It's very clean and the lighting is always good," Mr. Howard suggested innocently.
Marissa nodded at him, then redirected her attention back to Pam. "It's a very simple fix. I swear I won't hurt you."
Pam's face softened a little. "Okay, let's sew this baby up. I've got stuff to do tonight, can't be bleeding all over the place."
Marissa smiled, happily, at her and led Pam out of the room, stopping only to pick up her first aid kit. Mr. Howard watched them go with a smile. He still wasn't sure if his part of the plan would help cause the fall of iCarly, but either way it'd be fun to watch.
"Maybe we could call it Bloodlight!" Carly suggested brightly.
Sam wrinkled her nose at the suggestion and Freddie shook his head. The vampire parody had been Sam's idea, but Carly was the one who had taken off with the idea, writing a script and nearly obsessing over the video.
Despite Carly's enthusiasm, and her role as a cowgirl who wanted his character as a boyfriend, Freddie was not looking forward to doing the parody. His vampire character was ridiculous and fun to play, but he knew all the guys, and Sam, would make fun of after it was over. He knew it was a stupid reason to be so against the parody, but he was sick of being mocked for everything he did, and feeling like a loser.
Carly hummed softly under her breath. "How about Twi-Blood Diaries?" her white teeth flashed in the dimming light as she smiled again. Freddie's mom was at the first ever Ridgeway Parents Meeting so the trio was making their way to the Groovy Smoothie as the sun was dropping, sometime his mother never allowed. Spencer didn't care as long as they weren't stupid, and Sam's mom didn't even know the location of her daughter, much less what she was doing, and probably didn't care.
"I like the Twi-Blood part," Sam told Carly, lying easily. Freddie nodded at Sam's fib in agreement and Carly rewarded them with a bright smile.
"Awesome! Okay, we kind of have a name, the script's done, Freddie's new software is ready and we have all the costumes and props. Looks like we can start filming tomorrow!" Carly grinned again at the two. Sam smiled back, but Freddie only offered a weak nod.
"Freddie what's wrong? You've barely talked all night," Carly asked in concern, putting a hand on his shoulder. Next to him Sam let out a quiet groan at his dramatics. He burst.
"I don't want to be a stupid vampire! Everyone's going to laugh at me and I'm going to look like an idiot!' he thrown his hands up in the air and he brought them back down, switching his tone from frustrated to pleading, "Can't Sam be the vampire? She acts like more of a guy then most males our age!"
Abruptly Freddie lost balance thanks to a hard push from Sam. He stumbled and tripped, leaning to the right and succumbing to gravity. At that moment T-Bo's bike messenger, who delivered him notes from his great aunt, collided with Freddie, swerving in time to not hit Freddie directly, but still hitting him on the side. The bike had been going top speed and Freddie landed on it hard.
The force was strong enough to send Freddie flying backwards a foot or two, the left side of his head smacking into the fire hydrant, blocking out the sounds of the bike messenger crashing to the side of him. Moaning Freddie fell to his knees, then hit the pavement, his right side no embedded with tiny pebbles and bumps.
Faintly he heard Sam frantically saying his name and Carly freaking out to someone on her cellphone. Then the sound of footsteps, then nothing. His right ear was fine, he was sure, just muffled by the pavement, but his left ear felt hot and warm, and heard nothing from it. It was a terrifying feeling and he moaned in fright when he felt a hand on his head. Or at least he assumed he did. Truth be told he couldn't exactly hear what he was doing. Freddie opened his eyes and saw Carly kneeling next to him, head cocked to the side, cellphone glued to her ear as she attempted to wake him. Freddie didn't focus on Carly though, standing behind her was Sam, her arms hung limply at the sides, and a fearful and confused look in her wide eyes. Freddie stayed focused her till the ambulance came, for seven blissful minutes hearing nothing of the outside world, and seeing nothing but Sam, with Carly's worried face occasionally blocking his view. The last thing he saw before they got him off the ground was Sam saying something. He couldn't hear her when she was doing it, but it seemed like she was saying sorry, over and over again.
As the ambulance doors slammed shut and the sounds of the world began to return to Freddie's ears, he mused over what he'd seen. Sam couldn't have been saying sorry, because she despised him and only apologized every few years.
She wasn't sorry for hurting her worst enemy, right?
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