Heyy all =) So I had this really weird burst of inspiration for a story. Okay, I know it's an unrealistic plot, but really? I mean if it's written well, what does it matter; plus its iCarly! People tweak it all the time in their stories. Okay; let me know whatcha think...
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. :/ Suxx.
"Hey Fredgeek."
"Puckett." Freddie stated.
Suddenly Freddie looked at his watch.
"Well, I gotta go. Later." He darted past me and accidentaly slammed me into the wall next to the lockers.
"Benson!" I yelled after him, but he never turned around. That dipthong. That momma's boy doesn't have an ounce of respect.
Oh well.
I shrugged and made my way to my locker, but just as I was about to reach it, Carly had come up behind me.
"Hey!"
"Oh, hey Carls." I smiled in her direction.
"You wanna see a movie after school?"
My hand began to once again reach for my locker.
"Yeah sure, I just-"
I sharp pang of electricity jolted through my body. I needed to let go of my locker, but my hand was stuck and there was no getting it off. I'd forgotten to get my mom's ex to come back and get the power to stay off after what'd happened to Spencer.
"SAM!" I heard Carly scream. "Someone, get help, now!"
My knees were giving way, but just as Carly was about to come and lift me up a voice told her not to, a loud one. Probably Principal Franklin... or Briggs. They pretty much sounded the same.
Finally, the power was weakened and my hand was able to come off of the locker.
As soon as I hit the ground, my head began to throb and then darkness errupted.
"How is she?"
"She'll be okay I think."
"Oh, good." Carly sighed out of relief.
I couldn't open my eyes just yet. Where was I?
"Hey..." Another new voice.
"Oh, hey Freddie."
Nevermind, he's nothing new.
"Okay, I have to go check on a few more patients, I will let you two be with your friend for a while. Visiting hours end at five." Then there was a clicking of shoes fading away.
"Can I come in...?" Freddie piped in.
"Of course, I'm sure Sam would want you here." Okay, when have I ever wanted him around?
Freddie let out a disgruntled laugh.
"I doubt that one, Carly." I could hear the slight smile in his voice.
"You're right about that one, Benson." I spoke up in a slightly raspy voice as my eyes began to open.
"Sam!" Carly hugged me.
"Hey... uh... uh..."
Carly pulled away, slightly confused. "S-sam?"
I began to chuckle. "I'm just messin' with you Carls."
"Not funny!" Carly whined.
"I could never forget you, Carls."
"Tell me that when you have alzheimers or something." She turned and walked to the window of the hospital room.
Freddie rolled his eyes and took a seat next to my bed.
I could finally get a better look at where I was. It was a bright, open, airy place. White walls and a few pictures of kittens and bunnies getting along in a feild of flowers were posted on the wall. It made me want to puke.
"Carls, why am I in here."
"Are you being serious, or do you really not remember?"
"Huh, what are you talking about? Of course I'm serious!"
Carly made her way over to my bed, pulling her body onto the end, crossing her legs neatly. She was such a dainty person.
She looked over to Freddie who sighed and decided to leave.
"I'm going for a coffee, want anything?"
"No, we're good." Carly shifted her body to get more comfortable after shooing Freddie away.
"Okay, so... the reason your here. You remember how you rigged your locker with electricity?"
"Oh, God, you're kidding me right?" I knew instantaneously what I'd done.
"No... not exactly. In fact, you pretty much passed out after the shock of it all." Carly began giggling and snickering at her little pun.
"Carly, it isn't cool to laugh at your own jokes." I smiled.
"Whatever." She scoffed in return.
I looked down at my hands; one covered in bandages the other, perfectly fine.
"So what's the damage?"
"Nothing that bad. You're hand is burnt pretty badly though."
"I can't feel a thing."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"It's the anesthesia then."
"Probably." I agreed.
"Oh and..."
"Hey guys," Freddie interrupted.
Suddenly, Carly motioned for Freddie to leave, he shook his head vigerously.
"Okay, whats up with the hand signals guys."
"Nothing." Freddie said a little too fast.
"Dweeb, spill."
"C'mon Freddie, you know she may as well find out some time. I mean, everyone at school is going to say something."
"Say what...?" I asked cautiously.
"No. Don't, please."
"Freddie, just tell her!"
"NO!"
"GUYS!" I screamed. "What in ham's name is going on?!"
"While you were out, Freddie kind of had to..."
"Carly; don't." His voice was stern and firm.
"Then you have to."
"Fine, but you have to leave."
"I'm not leaving, because then if I do, you won't tell her!"
"I will! Just go! Trust me, you'll know when I tell her."
She sighed and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Fine, but you'd better tell her in five minutes or less."
"No staying by the door!" He managed before Carly had gone and just about shut the door.
"So what is it-"
"Shh."
"Huh?"
"Shh!" He urged. "Give me a sec..." He whispered.
I watched him get up and bang his fist against the wall.
A girlish shreik emerged, "Fine, but if you don't tell her in... 4 minutes and 34 seconds, I will come in there and tell her for you."
Freddie took a seat next to me.
What the hell was going on here? Although, props to him for knowing that Carly would still try and listen in.
"Okay, spill. Now."
"Sam, I'm just going to say this as quickley as possible, but don't hurt me, please-"
"This isn't a very quick explanation," I stated.
"I had to give you mouth to mouth while you were out of it..." His fingers twitched, as did his left eye.
"You WHAT?!"