Authors Note: Steven if you are reading this, F off I'll write what I want to write.
But anywho now that that is taken care of here the first chapter of my new story I've been hinting about. 1 Thing I need to quickly mention that will be explained again later. Iomg happened differently in this version that this story takes place in. Welp, with that being said, enjoy
Bold are Author's Notes
Italics are thoughts
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Chapter 1: iNeedHelp
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Sam's POV:
My eyes open slowly as I awake from my slumber. I sit up, yawn and stretch out my arms trying to wake myself up as much as possible. I search for my phone and find it on the floor. I turn it on and the screen suddenly shines brightly.
"Aaaah!" I exclaim as I frantically try to lower the brightness before the screen blinds me. Once the screen dims and my eyes adjust to being open I look at the time. It's 5:30 am. 'Ugh, I have to get ready for school already? I was having an amazing dream about ham.
I sit up all the way and sit there trying to gain enough energy to lift myself out of bed. After a couple minutes I finally stand up and start walking towards the kitchen. I open the pantry and pull out some Cocoa Puffs to find that the box was empty. "God damnit" I softly curse and throw the useless box into the garbage. 'Of course my mom of all people would forget to buy more groceries, like usual'
I walk to the fridge and slowly open it, the cold air making me shiver slightly. I take out some leftover….. Well I couldn't rightly tell what it was but it looked like meat and that was good enough for me. I popped the bad boy into the microwave and set it for 2 minutes. I lean against one of the countertops waiting for my food to finish when my mother walks in fuming.
"Samantha Puckett!" She yells glaring at me menacingly
"Don't call me Samantha, Pamela" I retort using her full first name to annoy her.
"Why are you making so much noise! IT'S 5 O'CLOCK!" She says, arms crossed
"I need to eat stuff for school, are you stupid?" I ask looking at her reaction to see her realize her mistake but she instead looks at me like I'm the dumbest person on the planet.
"YOU'VE ALREADY GRADUATED!" She yells. I facepalm realizing my stupidity. My stupid biological clock has me waking up so early that I guess I completely forgot I don't have to go to school anymore. "ARE YOU ACTUALLY RETARDED?"
"Shut up mom, my mistake" I reply snorting at her " Don't have to be such an asshole"
"You interrupted my beauty sleep, now I'm gonna look terrible all day!" She complains
"Like you don't already do everyday?" I reply gazing at her to see her pissed off reaction
"The nerve of you, I can't wait for you to be gone in 2 months" She said storming off back to her room
"Oh shit" I murmur under my breath. I totally forgotten about that issue. Since I'm 18 now, she legally doesn't have to take care of me anymore and anyone with a right mind could tell she wanted me out as soon as possible so she can finally have the place to herself after 18 years of me bugging her. She gave me till the end of August to sort things out and now that I think about it I don't really have a place to go or money to buy one of my own. I'm thrown out of my thoughts by an annoying beeping sound coming from the microwave.
After I ate my breakfast I tried to forget about the whole situation by watching Girly Cow but that only made me feel worse since all it did was remind me of Carly, the best friend that left for Italy half a year ago.
'That's it!' I eclaim in my head. Carly's brother Spencer could help her since he not only has extra room with Carly gone but has always thought of me as a second sister. Of course I could stay with him, it was brilliant. "No more worrys of being homeless' I sighed in relief.
I went into my bedroom and threw on some clothes. A red flannel button up and some form fitting jeans that showed of my curves. I walked out the front door and got onto my motorcycle and started my journey over to Spencer's.
After about 10 minutes I finally arrived and parked my motorbike in a parking space. I entered the lobby and was greeted by Lubert, the "Lovely" Receptionist with a Mole the size of Manhattan on his left cheek.
"UUUGGGHHH I THOUGHT I SAW THE LAST OF YOU" Lubert grumbled in his usual nasally voice.
"Shove it Lubbie before I cut off that mole of yours" I yell back at him shoving past him towards the elevators.
"You wouldn't dare" He claims narrowing his eyes on me as I get into the elevator.
"Don't test me" I threaten as the doors close in front of me, beginning the ascent to Spencers floor.
I make my way over to Carly's old home and right before I knock I look behind me at our old tech producers door. I wonder how he's doing I ponder, considering knocking on the door to find out. I opt out of doing it as I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I walk up to my best friends old door and take a deep breath. I really despise asking for help like this, it makes me feel and seem pathetic. Yet I had to put my pride behind me, pride is gonna get me nowhere if I am living on the streets begging. I bring my hand up to the door and knock 3 times. I step back from the door and start to hear footsteps getting louder until they stop at the door. The person seems to hesitate before opening the door, but after a couple of seconds the door swings open.
However it doesn't reveal Spencer, it reveals a girl instead. A woman in her late twenties who's face looked like an art project from all of her overdone makeup. " Who are you supposed to be?" She asked me in annoyed tone.
"Umm…. Is Spencer there?" I ask, confused why this strange woman was answering his door.
"Who's asking?" She asked aggressively.
"Sam Puckett, trust me, me and Spencer go way back, can you be a dear and get him for me" I asked faking a polite tone of voice.
She stands there for a second looking at me up and down as if she was evaluating me. "Fine" She says after a long pause " Wait here I'll get him" she turns around and slams the door in my face as I hear her scream out his name.
A minute passes until finally, a familiar face opens the door. The moment Spencer sees me, he grabs me into a big hug.
"Heyyyyyyyyy!" he exclaims putting me down. " Long time no see, huh?" and he was right. After Carly left there wasn't too many reasons for me to pop by here other than to collect forgotten belongings of mine.
"Nice to see you too Spencer but I've come here with a plea" I tell him as I push past him into the house. I notice the lady from before sitting on one of the bar stools smoking a cigarette.
"A roommate who smokes inside? A very classy choice Spencer" I whisper to him, hoping she didn't hear me.
"Well bills are getting tight and I gotta pay em somehow. She was the only one willing to pay the high rent I charge" he explains. " But anyways, you said you came here with a plea?"
"Yes….. yes I did" I start to say " the thing is…."
"Oh for the love of chiz just say it" He impatiently said
"I need a place to crash in, I was wondering if I could stay here perhaps" I asked looking at my shoes, embarrassed that I have to seem so desperate.
"Problems at home?" Spencer asks
"Something like that" I say chuckling awkwardly
"Well you are like family Sam, Of course you can stay" Spencers says with a smile.
"Thank yo-" I try to say but I'm interrupted by the rude lady from before.
"No no no, that won't work at all" She rudely shouts out.
"And why the hell not" I ask aggressively, standing up from the couch I was sitting on prior.
"Yea why can't she stay with us" Spencer joins in the questioning/
"I don't like the look of her, plus she smells weird" the lady insults.
"I WHAT?!" I shout angrily starting to walk towards only stopped by Spencer holding me back so I don't smash the womans face in. " Listen up, Lady ".
"Names Charlotte, skank" she replies back, taking a big puff from her cigarette.
"Well I don't want to stay here if you are who I am going to have to deal with." I yell and turn around "I'm out of here".
I start to walk towards the door but am stopped by a hand grabbing my arm.
"But you have nowhere else to go though, right?" Spencer asks
I tug my arm out of his grasp " Mama knows how to take care of herself, Spence. I'll be fine." I lie as I walk out the door ready to leave. I start to turn the corner to the elevator when suddenly I run into someone and I fall on my ass.
"Ow, watch where you are going asshole" I exclaim patting myself to make sure I didn't get hurt.
I look up and see a hand reached out to help me up, but then I notice something. It's not just any hand, the hand belonged to none other than Fredward Benson, one of Sam's best friends and Icarly tech producer himself.
"Sam?" He asks confused " What are you doing here" he grabs my hand and helps me off of the ground.
"Freddie? Uhhh, hi" I spurt out awkwardly.
"Where have you been? Haven't spoken to you since graduation" Freddie says with a smile.
"Oh you know, same old same old, Mom going crazy and kicking me out and stuff. You know, the usual" I tell him with a shrug.
" Your mom finally was done dealing with your shit? Good for her" He says with a laugh. I punch him on the arm. Hard.
"OUCH" he yells grabbing his arm in pain. " You sure haven't changed, you blonde haired devil"
I look at him and smile " You are still the nub we know and love" I chuckle.
" Love? I didn't know you felt THAT way" he says sarcastically laughing to himself. I however am not amused giving him a punch in the gut, albeit a softer one.
"I was kidding!" he yelled with his hands on his chest trying to regain is composer. " You hit harder than ever"
"Mama doesn't slack on these bad boys" I say and kiss my biceps.
" You still haven't answered my question. Why are you here?" Freddie asked quizzically.
"I was asking Spencer for a place to stay, but it seems his roommate hates me already so that's a no go".
"Yea, Charlotte's a bitch" Freddie stated " That being said I'm surprised you two didn't hit it off." he smiled.
"You calling me a bitch, Freddork?" I ask glaring at him
"Your words not mine" He laughs.
"Well I gotta go find someplace to live for a while." I say nervously realizing I don't have anywhere else to go.
"I would offer but I don't think Mom would take kindly to a girl living with us let alone you" Freddie tells me. I understand, I wouldn't want to live with his mother anyways. She was always a crazy psycho.
"It's alright, I have other places to go" I lie, twitching my nose slightly.
He looks at me skeptical " If you say so, good luck" he tells me and heads into his apartment.
I turn around and slowly stalk over to the elevator to the lobby. When the elevator reaches the floor I find my only good luck of the day being Lubert was fast asleep meaning I wouldn't be annoyed on her way out. Or at least I thought until right before I was about to exit the building, I hear a familiar voice.
"Sam! Wait up" I looked over at the source of the voice calling me to find Freddie running towards me.
" What's wrong nub?" I ask "Why you sweating so much"
Freddie was in fact sweating and out of breath. "Had to…. Run down… Stairs"
"What about the elevator?" I ask
"Too slow, duh" he said
"What do you want anyways" I ask. He took a moment to regain his composure and then got a very serious look on his face.
"Sam, do you actually have somewhere to go when she kicks you out?" he asks in the most serious tone I have ever heard him speak in.
"Yes, of course I do" I lie again, my nose twitches another time.
"I can tell you are lying to me, Your nose moves when you lie." Freddie points out.
Damn Nose. Always betraying me and shit.
"So what if I am? Its not your business" I start to turn away to leave however he takes that moment to grab my arm to stop me.
"Sam I care about you. Of course its my business." I blush slightly at this but it quickly fades. Can't let him see that, it would ruin me. "I have an idea"
"An idea, huh? Does this include hiding me in your closet or pitching a tent in the alley?" I joke shoving him playfully
"Not at all, it's just that I have a bunch of money from my dad when he….. You know…. Died" he looked sad for a moment but soon sprang back and said " I have enough to buy an apartment. You are free to stay with me when I get a place of my own."
I look at him wide eyed. Did I just hear him correctly? Freddie Benson, the nub himself, the person who probably hates my guts has just offered for me to live with him in a brand new apartment? This can't be real I thought to myself.
"Hmmmm" I ponder for a moment, creating a pros and cons list of what living with Freddork would be like. But no con could outweigh the fact that I have just been delivered a chance to not be homeless so I finally spoke.
"OK, nub. I will take you up on your offer." I say putting my hand out " but no nerdy stuff in the main room"
He reaches out and shakes my hand "As long as you try to be nicer to me while we live together"
"No promises, dweeb" I say with a smile.
"Of course not" Freddie sighed "I guess I'll text you later with the details. Drive safe Sam."
I watch him run the corner to the elevator back to his apartment. I couldn't believe it. I have been saved! And by Freddork of all people. It would be perfect except the small issue…
… That I'm desperately in love with him.
Chapter 1 FIN
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Thanks for reading my first chapter. Follow and favorite you want and review if you have feedback or other comments. This is cabobsin. Signing off for the night. See ya