To all my fans (hey, there might be one or two) thinking "He still hasn't updated iWish She Was Mine!" sorry, I am working on it but I had an OMG GREAT IDEA moment and had to write this.
I do not own iCarly, Dan does.
The Ointment
"Freddie, don't forget your ointment!" Mrs. Benson yells out towards the car, just as it was pulling out of the driveway.
"Ugh," Freddie groaned. He hated how his mother treated him. He was glad that his mom was letting him go on this trip. Sam, Carly, Spencer, and him were going to Vancouver for the weekend.
Carly was riding on the back of Spencer's motorcycle, and Sam was riding with Freddie in his new car, well eleven years old, but it was new to him.
"GodI need this vacation," Freddie said. "I'm so glad I won't have to deal with my Mom all weekend."
"I bet, your mom is a total psychopath," Sam said, laughing a bit. "So, since I'm stuck in this piece of junk car with the king of nubs for two and a half hours, I've decided that you are going to entertain me," she said with a grin.
"Fine, what do you wanna do?" Just then his phone rang. He handed if to the blonde sitting next to him. "Can ya answer it please?" he asked
"Ugh, fine," Sam said. She looked at the phone and said "I's your mother." She flipped open the phone and said "What now?"
"Make sure Freddiekins puts on his ointment!" Mrs. Benson yelled into the phone.
"Fine, whatever," Sam snipped at the crazy lady on the phone. She hung up, but the background caught her eye. She had expected his background to be a picture of Carly, but instead it was a picture from an iCarly promotion. Spencer had his hands on Carly's shoulders, and Freddie and Sam had an arm around each other. (see the link on my profile for photo) She decided to brush it off and set the phone down.
"So, I've always wondered about your 'ointment'," Sam said. "What's it for anyway?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Freddie quickly replied in a very defensive tone.
"Look, this ride will go a lot quicker if you just start talkin. I don't wanna have to beat you up while you're driving, but I will," Sam said, shaking her fist as a warning.
"Look, Sam, I really don't wanna talk about it. Besides, it's a long story." Freddie said.
"Well we have plenty of time, so start talkin ointment boy," Sam said, punching him lightly in the arm.
"Fine, but it's not a nice story," Freddie responed.
Okay, it's the first chapter. I'm writing the second one now. That should be it.
Please read and review. Constructive criticism is encouraged. I cant write better for you if you don't tell me what's good and what's bad about my writing.
