Mama Don't Preach
Chapter 1: Confessions On Sam and More
Author's Notes: I don't own iCarly or "Papa Don't Preach" by Madonna. I'm only switching the lyrics around a little to fit the story line. Enjoy. Flashbacks and song lyrics in italics.
"Sam, why are we still doing this?" Freddie asked her one last time.
"Because, Freddorkation, like I've said 1,000 times, we ended up liking each other somehow," Sam explained. She moved closer. "Now, let's have that second kiss I've been waiting months for." She winked.
Sam and Freddie had gotten together 2 months ago, and had been hiding their relationship from everybody but the Shay's ever since. Freddie's request.
Sam wasn't one for hiding things, but she decided to make an exception since even though he wasn't a "mama's boy" anymore, he was still a little afraid.
She decided they had waited long enough, so Sam got even closer to Freddie and kissed his lips. She knew he would try to run away, so she hugged him tight.
"Don't run away, Freddie," she said. "Look, this has gone on long enough, you need to tell."
"I can't," he said, trying to run away.
She grabbed him by the leg. "Please Freddie." She gave him one of her looks, and he nodded his head.
The alarm went off in Freddie's room. Saturday had begun. Today was the day he had to tell Mrs. Benson the truth. No way to hold it in any longer.
Mama, I know you're going to be upset. 'Cause I was always your little boy…
He walked downstairs to the kitchen. "Hi mom, what's for breakfast?"
"Oh, I got some fresh prune pops and caffeine-less tea," she smiled.
Freddie looked at his plate, grossed out. "Is that it?" he laughed nervously.
"Well, we have left over fish-apple oatmeal."
"Eiuh… I'll just have the prune pop," Freddie ate the pop slowly.
"So, Freddie, I bought you something," Mrs. Benson smiled, getting something from behind her.
Freddie smiled, hoping it was the new math vs. science video game he had been putting on his wish list for 3 months.
But you should know by now…
"Ta da!" Mrs. Benson held up a Lady Bug Pillow Pet. "It's a Lady Bug."
Freddie was disgusted. "Umm… did you keep the receipt?" he laughed nervously.
That I'm not a baby…
"No," she said. "I thought you would like it. You said that you had always wanted a Lady Bug stuffed animal-"
"Yeah, when I was 4!" Freddie almost-yelled. "Look mom, I know you're trying to do what's best for me, but the truth is, you don't know me anymore. And I'm not just talking about the Lady Bug!"
"Then what else are you talking about?" Mrs. Benson asked.
You always taught me right from wrong. I need your help, mommy please be strong. I may be young at heart, but I know what I'm saying...
Freddie looked up. "Oh, did we get some new light bulbs? Cool."
She raised an eyebrow.
He looked the other way, awkwardly.
The one you warned me all about…the one you said I could do without…
"Well, it's about Sam."
"Ugh, what did that mess do this time?" she asked.
We're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe. Please…
"It's enough that she s you 24/7, but that you actually let her."
"Mom-"
There was no stopping her though; once Mrs. Benson started on Sam, there was no way to stop.
Mama, don't preach. I'm in trouble deep. Mama, don't preach. I've been losing sleep…
"I used to think Carly was a good , but then she had to have you hang around that juvenile delinquent and…" she sighed. "I'm just glad that you don't date her or anything like that."
"Yeah… right…" Freddie hesitated, rubbing his hair with his fingers.
"Fredward Benson, do you have eye bags?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Yes," he admitted.
"…You always go to bed perfectly on time though, what's going on?!" she demanded.
But I made up my mind. I'm keeping my baby…
Sweating, Freddie finally said, "Alright! I'm dating Sam!"
Mrs. Benson said nothing. She just stood there, shocked.
"Okay, I know you're going to be upset but-"
"Upset?" she faked a laugh. "About what? Upset that you're dating that crazy juvenile delinquent who might and probably will turn your morals upside down? Upset that you were dating someone without my approval much less someone that hurts you 24/7? No. Why-why would I be upset that you're dating someone who hurts you now and could hurt you even more later on?!" she went upstairs and left him alone. "DON'T FORGET!"
"Don't forget what?" he whispered.
He left the prune pop and caffeine-less tea on the table and went out the door to go to Carly's house; hoping Sam was there.
Mama Don't Preach