Happy 2010! A little late, I know, but better than never. How was your New Years?

I thought that this might be a lovable little oneshot / drabble (Never knew what that was) for all your viewing pleasure. If you want more, please check out my other stories through my profile.

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And now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, as we present:

iFUTURE - AN iCARLY ONESHOT

Location: Seattle Community Park
Time: 1730 Hours

If one were to have exited their house around this time of the day, they would have marvelled at the cool late afternoon breeze and the clear skies, broken only with several patches of clouds that provided some shade, and be thankful for such a perfect afternoon. One would also have not been surprised to find the streets largely empty of Seattle's youth population, due to the fact that most of them preferred to spend such a beautiful day inside playing games such as World of Warlocks on their Pear Products.

Thus, if that one were to pass by the park, they would have been surprised to discover that the park was not entirely deserted, but contained two individuals that definitely fit within the 'youth' range. One was seated upright on the benches, dressed in shorts and a hoodie that covered up a pink Penny-Tee that read 'Iguana Mozzarella'. As the hood disguised all features, only the general shape of the person's figure and the pink shirt hinted that it was a girl. She was watching the second character, a brown-haired boy in running shorts, sneakers and a 'Seattle High' jersey pounding the running track.

That in itself was an unusual sight for those who knew the boy. Fredward 'Freddie' Benson, technical producer of the popular webshow iCarly, was known for his academic genius and technological prowess. Not his athletic ability or desire. In fact, because of his late entry into puberty, he had been punched, teased, given wedgies, and christened 'King of the Dorks', all by his best friend/worst enemy/co-host of iCarly, Samantha 'Sam' Puckett. He occasionally fenced, and ran only when he was either late for class or trying to avoid Sam.

But today's run was a much needed one, Freddie thought to himself as he sped on. Seattle High had an annual fitness test for gym class in a week that he needed to pass, lest he got held back a year. One of the parts of the test included completing a 2.4km run within twelve-and-a-half minutes. The problem was that he could barely make thirteen. So, to avoid failing gym and possibly earning himself some derisive comments from his teacher and classmates, he came here to practice. And already the last month of training had paid off. Freddie could now make twelve-forty easily, and it seemed that this last week would be enough to shave off the remaining seconds.

Freddie was rounding the track, observing the few trees beside the stadium and wondering why more people didn't come outside to enjoy nature, when, with a start of surprise, his eyes fell upon the girl sitting on the park bench opposite, watching him from far. Grinning as he recognised the hooded figure, the Benson boy gave a short wave. The girl waved back, causing him to grin all the more at his girlfriend.

Despite the three months and eleven days they had been dating, Freddie still found it hard to believe that they had got together, so much so that every romantic moment between them felt like a dream. He had been chasing after the titular host of their webshow, Carly, for so long, he was surprised when the girl of his dreams asked him out.

And he never looked back.

Of course, there were many who were just as surprised as he was. Spencer, Carly's older brother, nearly knocked over his sculpture of seventy-five snow globes in shock when he heard the news, because of course his sister hadn't told him. Mrs Benson, Freddie's neurotic, over-protective and occasionally insane mother, nearly fainted when she heard, because she was of the opinion that association with that female paramour had led to 'her little Fweddie-bear' sustaining multiple injuries, including one too painful for her to recall.

But that, Freddie argued to himself, was how his mother was like with all of Freddie's 'associations'.

As Freddie was now dating one of the iCarly hosts, the other had been convinced she was in an alternate universe when she was told the news first. After waking the girl from a near-dead faint by dumping a glass of water over her, she spent the whole day alternating between striding around, pinching herself, and muttering something that included the words 'aliens', 'time-warps' and 'impossible to believe'. But when all that was done, she sat them both down and asked Freddie's new girlfriend: "Since when did you love Freddie?"

Though Freddie could recall every single word of that answer, he didn't need to. His own feelings were enough. For he now had his perfect girl that he loved, and somehow, incredibly, she felt the same way.

Life could not be any better.

With a sharp burst of speed, iCarly's technical producer sped through his mark for the finishing line, stopping his timer on his watch/PearPod Nano as he did so. He grinned, panting for breath, as his girlfriend sauntered up to him, folding back her hood to reveal a cascade of brown hair.

"Twelve minutes, fifteen seconds." Freddie panted, gratefully accepting the water bottle that his brunette paramour handed to him. He took a swig as she spoke, casually tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear: "Looks like you'll be fine for the test on Monday."

Freddie smiled, looking at his perfect girl. "How long till the bet's over?" he asked.

The girl frowned for the first time. "Two more days. I can't wait. But enough of that. Time for a smoothie!"

Grinning, Freddie took her hand and led her towards The Groovy Smoothie to buy some drinks. He glanced at her face and, despite her blushes, stared into her eyes, wondering again what good things he must have done in a former life, if karma existed, to deserve this.

He never told her this, but her eyes contained a spark that showed the unbridled energy and exuberance inside her. Her eyes were his favourite colour that, unlike her hair, could never be altered with dye. They would stay that colour forever.

Blue.

Well? Did you like it? I hope none of you flame me for the twist - that is just good writing.

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- AGENT619