JUSTUFF: Hey guys, what's up? This is my SEVENTH story! I came up with this idea and I just had to write it, so here we go!
Disclaimer: iDo Not Own The Navy.
Oh, yeah, or iCarly. ;)
P.S.-If there are any grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, etc., please don't put it in your Nice Review. I already know I'm horrible at things like that, mostly because I acidentally do it, but please don't write about. I know, and I'm working harder at typing.
And spelling.
And grammar.
;)
Anyways, ReAd On my fellow fanfictioners!
Carly's POV
Ever since a couple of years ago, I've been trying to plan out which college I want to go to, and which ones I'll get accepted to, and what classes I'll take...
I thought of being an actress, but I'm way too practical...
So I decided to be a marine biologist. So, of course, I'd have to take Bio. But Biology's always come pretty easy to me, so whatever.
Now, what school?
That's what Sam's at my apartment for. :)
Sam's POV
We're eighteen now. I don't know what to do at all.
And I don't really care either.
A Community College, a University...it doesn't really matter to me.
But it does to Carly.
That's why I'm at her house, and she's looking at on-line sites and tours of universities while I'm sitting on the couch, telling her if I could go on the tours with her, and if I think that whatever school she thought of was the right one for her.
She told me she wanted to be a marine biologist, and I've been open to the idea, but I don't know yet.
I don't understand anything anymore.
Carly got up to get some Peppi Cola, and took a break from School Searching, and decided to just talk and come up with iCarly ideas. We were going to watch Girly Cow, but it was an episode me and Carly had seen at least one hundred times called, "Field Cold."
Anyways, Carly has decided to either go to San Diego U, or USC, but the thing is, I don't want to leave Seattle. I mean, this is where I grew up. Where WE grew up.
But I don't want to be that far from my best friend.
I had struggled with what to do. But I've known Carly long enough to figure out how her stressed mind works.
She'll change her mind for sure.
Maybe...
We didn't even bother asking for Freddie to come. Something was bothering him, and for the past couple of days he just wanted to think. So we just left him alone, thinking that was the best thing to do in the situation.
Carly came back, set down both of the glasses, and joined me back on the couch. We talked and talked, and then we decided that we'd shared a lot and that we need to come up with ione more Carly idea before iCarly, and iCarly started in just 25 minutes!
And that's when I wondered where Freddie could be, or what he was doing.
Not that I care.
I'm just your average Curious George. :)
Freddie's POV
I knew that this was what I wanted to do. I wanted to fight for my country. The country I loved, the country I prayed for…
I just didn't know how Carly, Sam, and Spencer will take my news.
I already told my mom, so I already know how she took it. I told her when I was still deciding, though, because this isn't to be taken lightly. I could get KILLED out there. And, no, she didn't freak out. She sort of talked to me calmly about it, and said that she would support any decision I would end up with. And that if I end up fighting in the war then she wishes me the best of luck and the best of health.
I had to admit, though, it was kind of shocking seeing my mom all calm like that. It really made me have a higher level of respect for her.
Anyways, my decision was the right one, I knew it. I got up off the couch and opened up my door, and headed into the apartment hallway. I knocked on Carly's door. 8C. This is it, I thought. No turning back now.
Sam's POV
We were doing some really good brainstorming, and I had come up with a brilliant idea about a watermelon and a piñata, when suddenly we heard a knock at the door. 15 minutes 'til iCarly. I knew that must be Freddie.
"Coming!" Carly exclaimed, as she headed toward the door. She opened the door to Freddie. "Oh, hi, Freddie. Look, what's been bothering you so much?" I got up and got behind her. Sure, I hated him, but, like I said before, I'm a Curious George.
"That's sort of why I decided to talk to you guys." He said, coming into the room, a nervous expression coating his face. Carly and I looked at each other. We knew that what was bothering him was so serious. "You guys, I know I've been acting strange lately, and I have a good reason why. Look, I'm just going to get straight to the point," He paused for a moment, sucked in a breathe, and continued, "I'm going into the military."
We sort of looked at him and stared at him…like he was some kind of injured moose, or something (A/N:Dan came up with injured moose, not me.)
"Yo-You're what?" Carly spoke. While I just stood there, too surprised to talk.
"I'm going into the military." He repeated.
"Freddie," I said, starting to make words, "You know you could get killed out there, right?"
"Yeah, but, I really thought about it, and I want to do it."
Carly was going to say something, but I interrupted her.
"How could you be so stupid, Freddie!" I shouted.
"I'm not being stupid, " Freddie said, "Defending a country and having pride is not something stupid, or to be ashamed of." Freddie and I had a couple of seconds just to stare at each other like, "What the heck is wrong with you?" before Spencer came into the room.
"Hey, guys, what's all the commotion about?"
"Freddie's going into the military," Carly said, calmly. I couldn't believe how calm she was being about the whole mess.
"Oh," Spencer said, "Freddie, are you sure you're making the right decision here?"
"Yes!" He shouted, then he got calmer, "Look, I've thought about it. Hard. I've thought all of the bad about joining the military. But I still want to do it, OK?"
Spencer nodded, "Freddie, if it's what you want, then I'm there for you, and I wish you the best."
Freddie smiled. "Thank you."
Carly came up to him. "Freddie, I just don't want you to get hurt. But if you're sure, and you promise me you won't get hurt," She paused to hug him, "Then I also wish you the best," She muttered through the hug, and then let go of her hold.
"I can't believe you guys!" I shouted. "Freddie is about to make an idiotic decision and all of you guys don't care!" I walked out the door. I couldn't believe them then. I left a pile of shocked faces behind me.
Little did I know then that I wasn't mad aboutt his decision…I just didn't want to let him go.
Well, without telling him how I really feel.
And, really, how was I supposed to know that I really did care for him.
I cared about him a lot.
~Zazeendot back in the hizzy!
Too bad Elvis has left the building already :( (.)
Wow, that was pretty long.
Anyhow, i hope you enjoyed it, and remember to review nicely!
Peace out homedogg! (In the name of Fred Figglehorn),
~Zazeendot (PoP!)
SAYING OF THE CHAPTA!: Remember to wash your bananas, and smash your grapes...
It's very important...
Sorry, I'm hungry! :)
Also, don't forget to watch iGet Pranky.
It looks like the funniest episode of iCarly, but you know, we'll see! ;)
Bye-bye, homie G's!
(GGGGGGGGGGG...Ha ha!) ;) And don't forget to...
rEvIeW!
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