Author's Note and Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly would I be writing about it on a fanfiction site? Seriously.
Anywho, here is a little fiction that has been rolling around in my head for a while. "iCarly" and Pride and Prejudice just seemed to go hand in hand. Sam may seem a little out of character in the beginning, but Freddie doesn't really know her yet. This takes place in some alternate universe where people are more cultured and often attend social events like balls. I had to add a lot of original characters, but most are from the series. They are all around the same age, if you will, around the early twenties. So, enjoy!
Band Geek Letter 1
Conceit and Contemptousness
Prologue
"Netherfield Penthouse has been let at last!" My mother burst through the door of our apartment, arms full of groceries. She dumped the bag on the table.
"Really, mother?" my brother John asked.
"Yes, and one of them is a girl!"She clapped her hands and her eyes shimmered with excitement. No doubt she intended to marry one of us off to the unsuspecting new nieghbors. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom, but sometimes she could be a bit much. She was so smothering! All she thought of was finding wives for us. I can't really blame her; she does have five sons.
John was the eldest. He was one of my best friends. We did everything together. Well, maybe that's a hyperbole, but we often worked together on school projects. Despite this, he didn't and still doesn't tell me everything.
My name is Fredward (if anyone ever sees my mother, please ask her what the heck she was thinking!), but everyone either calls me Freddie or Mr. Bennet. I've an impressive collection of computers, cameras, phones, anyhting really technological-that's sort of my thing. I also enjoyed and still enjoy reading and walking in the sun-it calms you down.
Mark was the middle child. He stayed couped up in the house all day, reading and fencing. He didn't really get outside much.
Kenny and Lionel were inseperable, joined at the hip. The youngest of the bunch, they are most exposed to my mother's way of thinking. They are girl crazy slackers; I'm ashamed to be related to them.
"What's the name?" Kenny inquired.
"Bingley," She answered.