A/N: I received a challenge from the Challenge King for a story involving Freddie and Cat. This is my first incomplete story I'm posting so I would love feedback on the pacing and story overall. I hope you enjoy!
Like most days before a broadcast of iCarly, Carly, Sam, and Freddie lounged around Carly's living room. Like usual, Sam was half asleep on the couch, her head in Carly's lap. Freddie sat in the chair adjacent to them, fiddling with the remote they used on the show.
"How many times have I told her to not throw the remote on the ground during 'random dancing?' Freddie asked Carly rhetorically.
The black-haired girl chuckled slightly, "You know how she gets. Can you fix it?"
"Already done," he said proudly. "I just had to realign the battery pack by removing the frame and−"
Carly raised her hand, "That's enough." Freddie rolled his eyes slightly, fully expecting to be cut off like usual when he talked technology. He didn't mind greatly but some days he felt under appreciated for his tech-savvy. A knock on the door aroused Sam and caused Freddie and Carly to look up.
"Come in!" Carly shouted.
The door swung open revealing the other member of their crew. Gibby walks in and with his two thumbs he points to himself, "Gibby!"
"Hey Gibs," Carly and Freddie said in unison.
"Hey guys. Freddie, your mom wants to see you. Says it's important."
"What does that witch want?" Sam interjected. This prompted a glare from Freddie. "Doesn't she know we have a show to do?!"
"It's fine," Freddie replied. "I'll be right back. I'm sure it's just one of her bi-hourly check-ups on me," he groaned. With that he left to his apartment directly across the hall.
"We might as well start setting up, we start in an hour," Carly said rising from the couch. The three run upstairs to the studio to prepare.
Freddie walks into the apartment he shares with his mother Marissa. He was happy he lived across the hall from Carly and Spencer since his mother was insufferable at times and he had no father to spend time with. His father had died when he was young when they still lived in Los Angeles. He didn't remember him much but he had some memories.
"Hey mom, what is it? I need to get back for iCarly." His mom just stood there smiling with her arm outstretched as he entered the living room. In her clenched fist was an envelope. "What is this?" he said inquisitively.
"Just open it!" Mrs. Benson said excitably.
Freddie scanned the envelope, specifically reading the address and the recipient. "Well it IS addressed to me… from Los Angeles?" He wasn't sure what to make of the letter… he didn't know anybody who lived there. He hadn't sent anything to California at all, let alone L.A. He tears open the envelope and takes out a letter.
"Read it aloud Freddie, I want to know what it says," his mother says happily.
He smiles, "Ok, ok." He hasn't seen his mom this excited in quite awhile. He starts to read the letter with anticipation.
"Dear Mr. Benson, we have received your application to Hollywood Arts and have reviewed it extensively." He looks up to his mother, "Hollywood Arts? The performing arts school in Los Angeles? I never sent an application."
"I did, just keep reading," his mom replied.
He clears his throat, "While it is beyond normal circumstances that we review video applications and résumés in exchange for a practical application, your skills in technology and your transcripts from Ridgeway High School has made us reconsider. We take this opportunity to formally welcome you to Hollywood Arts Performing Arts School. Please review the other documents in the envelope in order to make your transition to Hollywood Arts a successful one." Freddie stood in place for awhile, unable to comprehend what he just read. He was accepted into a school he never applied but it was a school where his talents could be appreciated.
"So?! How exciting!" his mom exclaimed happily.
"This is amazing Mom, really it is," he said with a smile. "But, what about Seattle? I mean, pretty much my whole life is here. Carly and Spencer and Sam and Gibby are all here."
"Well, there is one reason I want to move back to L.A."
Freddie raised his eyebrows, "What could that be?"
"You're going to get married!"