Okay, so originally I had a whole new plotline going for this story. I began reading into all of the secret Seddie relationships, Carly's reaction and what not and it made me think, what if this was reversed? And then I just added on and on. Wish me luck with this story, guys, as in 15 days i'm going to be in college and have much more of a tough time uploading new stories. Let me know your opinions and suggestions, and i'll be extremely stoked!
A/N: I do not own these characters like Dan Schneider does, and it makes me stick my tongue out & pout a lot. BOOO.
I never used to be such an angry person.
I used to be inseparable from Melanie, and we would practically be the same in one personality.
The day my dad left us, things changed.
My dad loved us, he claimed, but he loved some other woman more than my mother. I became angry, bitter, confused. Six years old and your father changes your life so dramatically, you can't help but be frustrated.
Melanie rolled with the metaphorical punches but things began to go awry when she decided to visit daddy dearest for her birthday. Mom was a wreck, and i was outraged. We were seven years old, and supposed to share our seventh birthday together, not with the person who left us and cared less about us. I spent that day sitting around with my mom, who didn't feel like celebrating just one kids birthday. I received zero presents. When Melanie returned the following week, she had her gifts fedex'd in; sharing how the woman dad married found him some high class job that paid really good.
The following holiday, Easter, she was sent an air ticket to our fathers house, to spend time with him. She hopped and skipped around, waving her ticket in the air like it could get her into the Fat Cakes Factory. I yelled at her, saying she was stupid for caring about someone who didn't care for us and that she should go there and stay there.
Soon enough, the phone was ringing and my parents were yet again arguing, as Melanie wanted to go to a private school near him, and he would pay. All I could think about was the amount of presents she was getting there, not the fact that she would be leaving. When the following week came and it wasn't melanie that came, but a truck coming to pack up and ship all of my twin sisters things away, i bawled my eyes out.
Two of the most important people to me left me.
Was I doing something wrong?
I thought so, and thats when my demeanor began to change. My mother was already gone from who she used to be. She began dating a different guy every week. She would hardly have enough money to feed us, and from time to time i'd go to sleep hungry.
I met Carly on one of those days. We were young, I wanted her sandwich. I had already began acting impulsively, getting into fights with boys and such who would gossip about my family. When Carly pushed me back off of the seat for her sandwich, we were instantly friends.
I kept having my mom drop me off at her house so often that she quit taking me and i learned to walk there myself around the age of nine. Takes about a half hour by foot, but I'd rather be there than with my manic depressive mother.
One day around the age of eleven or twelve, upon walking into the lobby, a small bruin haired boy was being dragged upstairs by his mother.
"Ma, I don't wanna live here! Its not fair! Lets go home!"
"Freddie! We must! Its closer for my job and we don't need all that extra space nowadays."
As i walked curiously far behind them, i noticed that they were going into the vacated apartment that used to be home to a couple with a young baby; lucky them found a new home to expand their family into. (Yes, i was extremely jealous)
I knocked on their door cautiously and Carly was eager to welcome me in.
"Did you see the new neighbors?"
"Yeah, about that. No one good, some boy, he's got major cooties."
She frowned. "You met him already?"
"I saw him. He looks kind of nubby." Kind of cute, too. But I don't mention that. All the guys in my life betrayed me so far, so what difference is another boy going to make?
Spencer begins putting together random items from their apartment into a basket, a typical Spencer Shay housewarming gift.
"Come on, Sam. Lets go meet them!"
She dragged me across the hall as we peered into an apartment of boxes and movers.
"Freddie! Don't you dare lift that box, its way too heavy for you!"
"Mom! It hardly weighs a thing!"
I looked over at Carly.
"Thats them."
The young boy becomes frustrated at his mother and walks away, then noticing us standing in the doorway.
The boy is cuter by the second, and the way he gets angry makes me extremely interested to know more about him.
"Hi! My name's Carly Shay and I live across the hall with my big brother Spencer. And this is my best friend-"
"Don't you DARE say Samantha!"
"-Sam Puckett."
He's grinning wide, ear to ear, and I don't understand it.
"My name's Freddie Benson. We just moved here from outside of Seattle. I'd like to go back but my mom had different ideas…"
And Carly being all Carly-like starts chirping questions and he's giving enthusiastic answers like they're old pals.
She hands him the basket Spencer made up, and he says thanks politely but is confused by what it holds. Eventually he's going to understand, but right now, not so much.
Then I begin to really notice it when I realize this kid didn't ask any questions to me. He likes Carly, not me.
"Freddie!"
"Yes, Samantha?" He acts shaken from the trance, as if he forgot I was there.
Carly's eyes go wide in shock, while mine narrow. Nobody calls me Samantha, only my dad did. This kid was cute, but he crossed the line when he paid zero attention to what I earlier instructed.
I pulled him by his hair out into the hallway and pushed him against the wall.
"Nobody, and I mean, NOBODY, calls me Samantha. Got that? You're no exception to the rule." And with that, I slam my shoe into his shin, leaving him howling in pain.
"Sam!" Carly begins to scold. She walks over to the boy and helps him up, using her as a crutch to walk over to his couch and sit.
He's glaring at me and i'm snarling back, growling profane words under my breath.
"I guess we'd better leave. I'll see you around, and I'm right across the hall if you need anything."
With that, she hugs him, and I can see the way he melts in her arms.
Carlotta Shay had always, always won the guys over. She was just all cupcakes and stuffed animals, innocence is bliss.
I didn't let people in that easy. If they made comments on my family, I would be throwing punches in seconds. If they remarked on how my grades were, how I dressed, or how they wished I was Melanie instead, they better check and see how much blood they lost or how many bones they broke when I was finished with them. I wouldn't show any mercy.
As I was pulling Carly from the apartment, Freddie stuck his tongue out at me, which i gladly reciprocated.
Back in the Shay apartment, Carly was yelling at me for being so mean to such a nice boy; what did he ever do to you? He made a simple mistake blah blah blah.
She wanted me to apologize. I told her I taught him a lesson. She gave up easy that day.
The next few days, the small boy kept following us EVERYWHERE.
He would ask Carly if she needed anything, if she wanted to date, etc.
Carly eventually shoo'd him away, and keeping me around just helped her cause, as he was usually too afraid to come near me.
Then the whole Mrs. Briggs talents show thing happened, and iCarly suddenly created new beginnings for all three of us.
Freddie and I transcended from enemies to frenemies to friends.
Right now, as the friend status is upheld, things are very edgy.
If Carly would've never stepped in front of the taco truck, Freddie wouldn't've saved her, and Carly wouldn't've realized how she feels in contrast to the past. Now she's still feeling something and time is running thin before she brings it up to Freddie.
But after Freddie and I kissed, i've loosened up acting so violent. I can sense something different from him than before. I still use all the nicknames I can create , but I'm starting to think that in the very, very back of my mind, i've been using them as a way to get closer to him. Freddie is my other best friend, although i'd never admit it. He and i just clicked right, in tune perfectly with each other. He could finish my sentences, predict my next move.
Freddie was my little singing partner, easy to mess with, but harder to admit the truth.
Til today.
SPFBSPFBSPFBSPFBSPFB
"Sam?" Freddie squeaked, seemingly nervous, looking everywhere but at me.
"What, Freddork? Can't you just enjoy the moment that we had another epic show? The ratings are off the chain!"
"Uh, No. Not really. I can't properly celebrate…"
"Freddie! Not now!" Carly says to him in a hushed voice.
I raise an eyebrow, confused.
"Sam… We've always said no secrets, right?"
Carly's hand goes to her face as she shakes her head, eyes closed.
"SPIT IT OUT!"
"FreddieandIaredating!" Carly screams, unable to hold back any longer.
I nod my head, focusing on breathing. It just hurt to breathe.
"For two months now."
I stopped nodding abruptly at Freddie's statement, half in shock - I forgot how to breathe - and half in anger.
I start screaming at the near top of my lungs, sputtering words at Carly in italian, and swearing at Freddie afterwords in spanish. (you should've seen how big his eyes were, how low his jaw dropped)
I stomped down the steps, one by one, making Spencer speed out of the kitchen to witness the fall out.
I slammed the door as hard as I could, which made Mrs. Benson speed to her door and when I was at the lobby, Lewbert screeched about my actions, to which i growled and snarled back.
Sam Puckett is not a weak person, no. Weak is going and acting like every other girl and go home and bawl her eyes out.
No. I had other plans.
I was sitting in the county police department, arms crossed, staring at a middle aged male officer, who eyed me up and down.
"Samantha Puckett. I see you aren't new to this facility we have running here. You know the rules, so why am I so surprised you're sitting across from me here at one o'clock in the morning?"
I pursed my lips tighter together, unable to answer the simplest of questions.
I had decided that I needed to take away some excess anger, blow off some steam so i ran pretty far and smashed my cellphone against a telephone pole some fifty or so times until I was certain the thing wouldn't beep again.
"Your friends were certainly concerned about you, Samantha."
"Not my mother." I muttered, hardly audible. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Well, she did call the station after your friends went to your house."
Typical. My mom usually didn't care about where I was or what I was doing, but if someone else alerted her to my bad behavior, she suddenly turned into Ms. Puckett, who cares of her daughter's 'well being'. In other words, it was all for show.
I didn't mind that bad, as long as I wasn't in trouble, I could fend for myself pretty easily, and I could at least go to Carly's to get food and friendship.
"So, when do you suppose your mother will be here?"
I laugh to myself. This man doesn't have a clue about my life.
"Whenever she gets done in bed with what ever guy she's with tonight. The doctor, lawyer, vet, dentist, chiropractor, ventriloquist, whichever one this time."
Ahem. The officer tugs at his collar, embarrassed and hesitant of what else to ask.
"Sam!" Spencer comes in, looking disheveled but seemingly relieved.
"Hey."
"Mr…" Officer whatever his nametag says cocks an eyebrow
"Shay. Spencer Shay." I was almost ready witness him doing a James Bond with the statement, but became surprised that he didn't.
"Seattle hardly condones runaways, and with this minor being past curfew, I can tell that she's very strong willed. Do you know of any information on when her mother will arrive to release Miss Puckett here?"
Spencer looks at the floor and scratches his arm, mumbling something I could't hear.
"What is it, Mr. Shay?" I finally realized that this man is seemingly exhausted.
"She.. well… said she wasn't coming."
My eyes widened. Not coming? This was a first.
Officer Seattle rubbed his temples as if this were a migraine in the making.
"Phone number, please."
I rattled off our home phone.
He sat there in front of us both, answering my mother as calmly as he could.
"Hello, Mrs. Puckett this is… I'm sorry, Ms. Puckett… You do? Alright well your daughter… Yes, we've acknowledged your lack of arrival. Yes, I realize it is one thirty in the morning. Night blindness? We could've arranged something if you had called the station… I'm sorry ma'm, I truly am trying to not be incon- yes. Yes, alright. A Mr. Shay is here. We will have to mail you the paperwork of tonights occurrence in the morning. Yes, I will do that… Are you sure? Um, that's highly unorthodox, wouldn't you like it if your daughter came- alright, alright. You may do that. I do hope to not have to speak with you on these terms again… Goodnight Ms. Puckett."
My mother was practically screaming through the phone. To tear her away from a boyfriend? Yikes. Comparable to tearing her daughter away from bacon.
"Your mother stated that she was unable to drive here due to night blindness… She asked if Mr. Shay could fill out her release papers and she would co-sign them when they arrive in the mail. She also requests of Sam returning to Mr. Shay's household."
I sank a little lower in my chair. I was feeling the pity emit from the poor, now half-deaf man.
After Spencer signed the papers, I was relieved to go with just a warning, although I knew the man just wanted rid of the problem.
He handed a little card to Spencer as I was walking away from them, I could only imagine.
I climbed into the passenger side of Spencer's car, and stared ahead as he followed suit, letting out a huge sigh after putting the key into the ignition.
"So, Mind telling me what that was all about?"
"Not quite." My voice kind of shrank, feeling like Spencer was acting the fatherly role, something I never really witnessed.
"Well. We need to talk. I saw your reaction to Carly and Freddie dating."
I cringed, fists balling up.
"Sam, come on. Big brother Spencer here. Responsible, hardly ever sets things on fi-welll, i did catch the sink on fire the other day, and there was the jukebox burning, and-" He shakes his head, "oh, yeah. Uh, Sam, you gotta talk to someone. You're stuck in a car with me for at least a half hour, and you'll be sleeping at our apartment tonight in the mean time. So i'm all ears kiddo."
I closed my eyes and leaned back.
"My mom really doesn't want me?"
He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't understand her sometimes, Sam. We were over there tonight and she was with some man who sold accordions and she told us she'd call the station to keep an eye out for you. Then she kicked us out."
"Why aren't the two nubs here?"
"They were going to come, but Freddie's mom insisted they stay. So she let them stay at his apartment, and you know Marissa."
"Did you know for this long?"
"Yeah. I found out pretty much the second day."
My mouth clamped shut after that answer. Even Spencer knew and he never told me.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I really am. I would've told you, but it wasn't in my place to tell."
"I guess."
"Uh, Officer Lincoln gave me this card, you know. If you need to talk to anyone besides us…"
"Councilors? No chizz. Ha, like mother dearest can afford it." I rip the card up in to itsy bitsy pieces.
His eyes focused on the road for the next few minutes, leaving me a little time to breathe.
"Which part do you hate more? The fact that they've kept this a secret from you or the fact that they're dating?"
"Spencer, please. Just get us home. I'm tired." And grumpy. And my stomach's empty. And I was not looking forward to the following morning.
I closed my eyes, leaned against the window.
The next thing I know, "Sam, we're here."
Bushwell Plaza.
"I'll sleep in the iCarly room on the floor, okay Spence?" I yawned, trudging my way through the doors as I notice a passed-out Lewbert behind the desk counter.
He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes, telling me he would make up the couch for me.
The keys jingle as he struggles to get the right key to open the door.
I just use good ol' common sense to open the door.
I turn the knob and step inside lazily, until i notice the couch.
"You have got to be kidding me."
There are Carly and Freddie, curled up on one end of the couch, tangled bodies and all, under a blanket.
Spencer struggles to make words, but I zip his lips for him and push him towards his bedroom.
I gingerly head up the steps to the studio, struggling to comprehend what may have happened with the two of them.
As my head fills with raunchy ideas that make me dizzy and anger swelling deeper, I blackout into a dreamless sleep.
So? Ditch it? Continue it? The more ideas, suggestions and feedback I get, the more likely i'll update faster.
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