Hey guys, this is my first real fanfiction, but I think/hope it's gonna be pretty good. Leave me some comments as to what you think so far. I should have 1 or 2 more chapters up real soon.
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Sam POV
Birthday's are one type of holiday my friends and I rarely ever talked much about. I personally didn't find them all that important, I mean who cares if you are one year older. Does that make you more special? Nope. The only time I ever really liked my birthday party was the time Carly and Freddie threw me a surprise party, and I felt like crap after it. That wasn't their fault though, it's just how it was.
Freddie seemed to be down in the dumps lately after his last girlfriend broke up with him, and because I was the only girl who was allowed to make his life miserable, I figured I would fix it.
"Hey Carls, got a minute?" I said after an iCarly episode when Freddie left to go downstairs.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Have you noticed Freddie acting... glum lately?"
"Glum?" she shook her head at the thought of the word, "um, yeah. Every since Tracy broke up with him."
"Well his birthday is next week, why don't we through him a sweet surprise party?"
Carly's opened wide. She didn't expect it, but after a second, the look turned into a smile, "That would be awesome Sam! Let's start working on it after Freddie leaves tonight."
Smiling, I said "Sounds like a plan."
We walked down the stairs of the Shay apartment and saw Freddie sitting alone on the couch on the middle cushion, staring at the TV which was tuned to Seattle Beat. The TV was muted, and there was an eery silence throughout the room. Carly broke the silence.
"Sooo, Freddie. Pretty awesome show tonight, right?"
"I guess" Freddie said apathetically.
Oh come on, you can't be that upset Freddie, you always have something geeky to say after the show about your favorite part. I was anxious to get started on planning his party.
"You know, it's getting kinda late. Don't you have some homework or something to do, Fredpuss?"
Real mature Sam, kick him while's he's down.
Carly whacked my arm and gave me a dirty look.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Carly." He said as he went to the door and lazily let it shut behind him.
Bye Carly? What about me? I guess I deserved it from the way I said what I did. I didn't mean to hurt him, I just tried to get him out of here so I can start making him happy. Wow, I never thought I'd say that. I didn't mean to hurt Freddie Benson, I want him to be happy. What has come over me. Oh chiz, Carly has been talking.
"...and I just think that you could be a little nicer to Fre- SAM, are you listening?!"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I kinda zoned out for a second."
Carly turned around and stomped up the stairs. I turned to the door of the apartment and looked. I don't know what I was looking for, but I didn't find it.
