iLive.Laugh.Love

by Aimie

Chapter One: " iLive"

Okay, so maybe living with your mom and just your mom might sound fun. Maybe if you didn't have 10 other brothers and a fat pot-bellied father, it'd sound fun. And that's me, living with my mom and just my mom.

My parents got divorced when I was very young leaving me with a mom who never wanted to see my father again.

My mom never talks about him. I was so young when it happened that I don't even remember what his face looks like and trust me, she dosen't want me to know.

After a few years of incontrollable crying, my mother finally started to date again. But each and everytime she went out with a guy those bastards would dump her as soon as they heard she had a daughter.

My mom loves me, but she never thinks of the pain it causes me to see her cry over every idiot that breaks her heart.

Sure, she might be a little out there. She likes to break in her new bikini's, she yells at the cat to get a job, yes she's weird. But she's my mom and I love her. I just want to see her happy, after all, with all the detentions I get, you'd think she'd want me imprisoned...But that's my mom for you, always sticking it out.

"Gerard!" she wailed "Why? Why!?"

Laila Puckett cried looking at her computer screen. Oh great, another e-mail break up.

"What did I do?" she screams, covering her face with her hands. I sigh and raid my fridge, like always, there's nothing there. My mom never takes the time to buy food for me because she's always so preocupied with her boyfriends.

"I'm going over Carly's" I announce, sighing before closing the door behind me. Eventhough I have already walked outside the door of my duplex apartment, I can still hear her wailing and the neighbors next to us screaming profanites at her.

Another week of crying and she's sure to have another boyfriend. Another one like "Gernerd" what's his name.

This is me living. Living in this nightmare. I'm not sure when I started to relaize that I was actually living, but I know that I'm alive. I'm sure that all this makes absolutley no sense but it's weird...I sound so different outside my own little world.

Outside, I give wedgies, taunt and hurt people but on the inside I sometimes wish I wasn't such a turn off. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my plaid bermuda shorts and walk into Carly's building.

"Ahhh! More people!" Lewbert screams, I squirm and head upstairs. I don't even have to knock on Carly's door because she has already opened it and now has a sympatheic look on her face.

"Another break up?"

"You guessed it." I reply heading inside.

"What are you going to do?" she asks sighing.

"What can I do?" I ask, I shrug my shoulders. "I'm going to raid your fridge"

Carly's half-smile turns into a big, 100 watt smile and she sits down on her couch. I open her fridge and frown sadly at all the food in the fridge and think of my own home. I take out some ham and chew on it.

"Freddie's comming" says Carly watching Curly Cow.

"The dork?" I ask stuffing my mouth with the ham.

Carly laughs. I sit next to her and watch as well.

I am so misunderstood, I don't mean to sound like a TEEN movie. But it's true! People label me as the tough girl with no feelings, but I do have feelings. They are there! You just have to dig really deep. And I mean deep. I don't cry for anyone unless I absolutley care about them. I have to love them.

The only time I cried was when my mom had to move us out of San Francisco when I was 3. That was only a year after my dad left us for Anne. I might not remember 'his' face but I do remember 'her' face. She had sleeply blue-green eyes and short, bobbed blond curly hair. She looked almost like Marylin Monroe.

That was the last time I saw my father. That was the last time I saw Anne. After that my mom relocated us and she even got a lawyer to get her not to even interact with him.

I remember her exact words were "Max! You can forget you ever had a wife or a daughter! You will never see us again!"

And 'Max' said "Good! Now I can live in peace!"

I bet Max loved me very much. I don't look like my mom that much. The only I inherited from her was her curly long blond hair. My mom had hazel eyes, I guess my dad must have blue ones. I bet I look more like him than my mom, I probably will never know but it's nice to dream.

I have been carving out his picture in my head for years now. I've been wondering what it feels like to have your father beside you. Neither Carly or I have been so lucky with fathers, the only differance is that her's will come back. Wheras mine is lost forever.

I can't say I miss him because I never knew him. The only faceless memory I have of him is when he kissed my forehead before going to work the night before he left. I think my vicious family may have scared him away. My millions of cousins in jail, ha.

"Hey guys!"

Freddork.

"Hey Freddie!" said Carly telling him to sit down.

"Dork."

"Sam" he scowls and sits.

"I'm going to go eat in the kitchen, his face is making my appetite go away" I grab my plate full of ham and go to the kitchen. He sits there with his mouth wide open as Carly laughs.

"You guys are so mean to one another"

"It's not my fault he's a geek" I shrug and stuff another blob of ham into my mouth.

"It's not my fault she's naturally vicious" he crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow.

I scoff. I'll take that as a compliment.

So, yes, in short this is my life. My ever so interesting life. The one many people choose not to care about. One of those people being my mom. Oh, well.

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Authors Note: This I like. The plot bunnies are eating me alive. I just needed to write this! I re-read it and it sounded pretty good. The next chapter will be up later, if i get it done, or tmrw.

When I was writing this I felt like saying "NOT ANOTHER TEEN MOVIE" Then I started to laugh. That was a random, Amy fun fact. Lol.

Love always to all the iCarly fans,
Amy