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iDon't Hate You
Sam's POV:
I walked through the 8B doors into Carlotta's apartment. I love calling her that… Carlotta, Carlotta, Carlotta… hmm… Sorry! I got off track for a second… Wait where was I? Oh yeah. Anyway I walked in and Mr. Nub was in there, sitting on the couch. I tried to back out so I didn't have to stand that stupid nerd-face all day. But he caught me before I could fully leave.
"Uhh… nub… Hey Carly! How's your life?" I walked in to see Carly and Fred-pants and Spencer surrounding the foot-table. I only use it for my feet but apparently the other people use it to put their food down on. I say that if you have food, it shouldn't take that long to eat that you have to actually 'put it down'. "What ya'll doin'?" They all looked up at me and at their work. They hid each piece behind their backs and simultaneously said 'Nuthin'…"
They snuck away, all in separate directions so I couldn't catch all of them. Smart nubs. But definitely not smart enough. I chased after Freddie first. For two main reasons. First, he is the slowest and easiest to tackle. Plus I can't actually hurt Carly because I actually like her and Spencer. I caught up to him pretty fast.
The others obviously knew me well enough to start with him and gave him nothing. Garr these losers… I then ran to Carly. I didn't want to go after her, but she was obviously the one that had the stuff because they wouldn't expect me to go after her. See, I can use my brain!
"Carly! What's behind your back?" She was on the other side of the island. I was trapped. And I knew that she wouldn't tell me what it was. I climbed over it, much to her surprise. "Ah-hah!" I grabbed the item from her hands… "A… what is this?" I looked around looking for an answer.
"You will never know!" Spencer peeked out from his hiding spot behind the wall to the upstairs. Fredwardo was still on the ground holding his side. What a wimp… He really was. That kid needs to toughen up or he's going to get the fudge kicked out of him one day… Possibly by Gibby if that stupid Tasha thing happens again.
I lost interest pretty quickly. Completely ruling out that my birthday was about a week away. Wahoo… not. I hate my birthday. It gets worse every year. Last year I had Carly change me into… a girl… It was disgusting. Only to have some guy dump me for it and have some chick to try and beat me up. The year before that I was in prison… Don't ask. And it just gets better and better from there. My only good birthday was my first; right before my dad left. My mom hasn't cared that much since. I've been nothing but a burden to her. Unfortunately, one 16-year-old can only remember so much about their first birthday. But it was a day I will never forget.
Flashback:
"Come on honey, open it!" Mom held the camera in her delicate, newly French-Manicured hands.
"A Puppy honey! You got your very own puppy!" Dad and I hugged and he took a picture with me and Mom and the Rottweiler I would soon name bacon. He was bacon-colored and that was the only dog food he would eat; bacon flavored.
End of Flashback
I still have that picture. I treasure it all the time. It's the only memory of my good childhood. The picture is vivid. A barely familiar blonde is there. My father standing next to her.
That familiar blonde, I realized, was my mother. She looks so different now, though. In that picture she cared about the way she looked. Her hair was done for Melanie and my birthday party; she wore a spring dress… she was beautiful. 'Was' being the operative word. Now she sat around on the couch. Never caring at all how she comes across as. My friends- even Carly at first- thought badly of her.
But the real truth is that I was like her for a few years after he left. We moved because the neighborhood was getting bad. I know, ironic. I was finally old enough to know what happened to him. I found out in the summer before 2nd grade. All that year I was depressed. Nobody even liked me. But I guess that was my fault for being so anti-social. Melanie was the only one who helped me up when I broke down at night.
3rd grade I met Carly, and 5th grade I met Fred-weirdo. 6th grade he fell for her, and I didn't care. It's not like I would anyway. It's the way it's meant to be… it's just sort of… awkward that's all… hanging around the two. Him, all over her, her breaking his heart. The only way I found to cover-up my awkwardness was to make fun of him. It was enjoyable and addicting; like ham. Only, mama loves her ham- and not Freddie. The year was always fine. Always; except for my birthday. Heartbreaks, unfortunate happenings, jail… I hate my birthday.
As I chased Carly around, I did not think of this years' birthday. My mind lingered away from this birthday; that my friends (and Fred) would try to make my best. Instead, I thought about how my other years went. I completely forgot of my main point. I sat on the couch; where there was a stiff dent where I sat traditionally. And thought.
I must've been too deep in thought to notice, but the others obviously did. Carly and Spencer crept upstairs, trying not to disturb my train of deep thought. Fred-loser on the other hand was still dusting his stupid nub-pants off.
I closed my eyes quietly and fell into a horrible sleep. Filled with the only things that come to haunt me. Memories… memories of my father leaving… memories of my mother changing from perfect to the opposite… memories of everything in my life deciding to take a U-turn for the worst… I may have not slept well; but I slept heavily. I blocked out all sounds and dreams and felt a warm surface blow over me. I slept much better.
I woke up on the Shay's living room couch. Freddie- yes Freddie, not Fred-weird, not Fred-nerd, just Freddie. It was batter that way. As long as he's not harassing my best friend. Then we have some problems- was sitting practically over me. As if shielding my body from fear, because fear itself was what was keeping me up in the first place. I didn't move. He was asleep, and I was just about to fall back to sleep. It was warm; yet weird to feel. Not a bad weird like I would have thought. But a natural weird, a weird that I could get used to.
Shouldn't he be up comforting Carly or something? I didn't want to ask; the mere question itself- even in my head- would rise up more. Bubbling my curiosity into oblivion. I shifted my weight and turned over. Pulling him in back of me. His arm rested on my shoulder. It moved as I breathed. Tingles spread through my body and I shook as the remaining chills lined up at the ends of my nerves.
The small shake was enough to startle him awake. He almost fell back asleep before realizing that it was not Carly he was leaning on; but instead a wildly curly haired blonde. He was shocked and startled off of me. "OMG, Sam I'm sorry. I didn't realize-"I knew he was going to say that he didn't realize I wasn't Carly so I cut him off. It was time to have some fun with him. He was obsessing over Carly, and that meant my work was about to begin.
"No Frederly. It's fine. Just don't let it happen again. Now where's your wannabe girlfriend?" I loved trashing his self-confidence at times like this one.
"Carly's in her bed probably sleeping by now. Puckett, I have to say that you spend maybe a minute more sleeping than eating in a full day. Amazing." What I found amazing was that he actually knew who I was talking about when I said wannabe girlfriend. Then again, he only has one wannabe girlfriend.
"Yes nub-basket, I am amazing." I'm not so sure if he wanted me to respond to that… but I wanted to push his buttons. Especially after mentioning Carly. It really sort of bothered me when he talked to her. He got some sort of glaze over his eye as he stared off into space. Realization hit me so quickly and I looked out through the window. It was dark outside; but not later than 9:30.
I guess I could run home, but my mom would definitely kill me to pieces. "Ah… I guess I'll stay here for the night." I said, nonchalantly. Even though my mother didn't really care when I got home, she also didn't want me disturbing her. Ever since the big rain-storm… no not that one, the big-big one, I our door has been really squished and hard to get in. You had to bang on the door hard to get in. I decided that staying here would be my best bet.
I decided to annoy the nerd a little more. It hides my pain. Or that's what my weekly teen therapist used to say before she quit her job to 'go work where there was less insanity'. Carly said it was my fault for scaring her off… That therapist was a cluck anyway. So I gave up on it forever. "Hey loser…"
"What demon?" he replied with a bitterness to his tone.
"Ha! Ha-ha… I can't believe that you actually responded when I called you a loser. Anyway, can you get me some Wahoo Punch?" I laid back into my previous position before waving him to do it. A fire burned in his eyes but he got over it, reminding himself of something.
"First of all… I'm the only one here. So if you call me loser, it's obviously me that you are talking to. Secondly, we're out of Wahoo Punch…" He braced himself. I came up with something clever.
"Then go across the street to 'The Groovy Smoothie' and get me a 'strawberry splat'. Now!" I smirked as the defeated Fredward slumped out the door. I turned on the T.V. and leaned down further; too awake to fall asleep. The 'Girly Cow' theme song played and I bounced my head, waiting in anticipation for my nub to come back with my smoothie.
Sorry if this is a little OOC or short or something, or not as good as the preview. I just felt I needed to make Sam have a tough background. Also, may I remind you that this is my second story ever, and my first iCarly fanfic! I apreciate reviews and constructive criticism! Even ideas help alot! Even if it's anonymous! Any helpful review is welcome! Amd much apreciated!
I made this a new story because the other one got deleted, but I saved this with all of the reviewers on it. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I WILL LOVE YOU ALL FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!
PS: In my opinion, unlike many others, Freddie likes Sam more than the other way around. I do definately think that she likes him (cuz who wouldn't) but I think that he likes her way more. And in other stories, it goes the other way around. So this is just my opinion. You can comment on that if you want to. I think it's definately a subject for debate.