A/N: Hey, hey, hey! Here's my new story. Yes, it's Sam's POV. This story is mainly focused on Sam and Freddie. I know, not surprising.
Summary:
SAM'S POV
No one ever really asked. I had almost forgotten it existed. Then, I realized that this could be my chance, my chance to go where it came from.
Chapter 1: iDidn't know
We had just finished iCarly, so we went to the groovy smoothie.
"So, Fredwardo, what hideous thing are you doing with your mom this weekend?"
"She's not that bad. She can be cool when she wants to."
"Tick bath?" Carly questioned.
"Maybe."
"Not surprising," I commented. What a dork.
"You know what, Puckett?"
"What, Benson?"
"Why do you always have to-?"
"Don't start," Carly was annoyed. We were silent, until my phone rang. My ringtone was Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts.
"Nice ringtone."
"Shut it, bonehead," I answered my phone and said, "What's up?"
"Hi, Darlin'!"
"Mamaw?"
"Mamaw?" Fredwart repeated. I sushed him.
"In the flesh."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. I wanted you to come out this weekend. Your mom said she wouldn't be home."
"Awesome. Can I bring meat?"
"You bet."
"Then I'll be there."
"Okay, I sent two airplane tickets."
"Why two?"
"Bring a friend." I looked at Carly.
"Okay."
"Maybe you should bring Carly or that Freddie." Yeah right.
"Yeah, maybe."
"See ya Saturday!"
"Bye, Mamaw."
"Bye, darlin'." I hung up. Carly and Freddie were both looking at me.
"What?"
"Who's Mamaw?" Fredpuss asked.
"My grandmother, Stupid!" Carly already knew who she was.
"What'd she say?" Curious Carly.
"She wants me to come out this weekend with a friend. Do you wanna go?" I asked Carly.
"I wish I could. Granddad called and he said that me and Spencer can come to Yakama this weekend."
"Oh." Great! Now I was going to have to go with the nub.
"Maybe Freddie wants to go." Can she read minds?
"Maybe I don't," Freddie but in.
"See, Carls, he doesn't wanna go." Maybe I hated the nub a little less now.
"Oh come on, Sam! Your Grandma has already met me. She hasn't met Freddie. Plus, doesn't she always say, 'Why don't you bring that Freddie kid?'" I was absolutely sure she could read minds.
"Wait, she wants to meet me?"
I sighed, "Yes..."
"Then, I'll go."
"Fine, just don't say anything stupid, okay?"
"I'll try." He gets on my nerves. "Are you sure you two are related?"
"Yeah, I used to stay with her for one week every summer. When I was ten, it stopped."
"Why?"
"My dad got in a car accident." I can still remember that night. "He died. She just fell apart. I tried to help. He was her only son."
"You told me he left," Carly remembered.
"I just didn't want pity."
"Were you two close?"
"Yeah, we were. He used to tell me I'd sing my way to the end of the tunnel."
"You sing?"
"Yeah, a little." Wow, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I don't open up much.
The next day, I was packing my stuff. I actually found a lot of the things I had lost. I found a picture of Carly and me when we were little. Then, I found a picture of me and Fredward. Our parents used to talk to each other all the time. Mrs. Benson didn't like me, so Fredward couldn't hang out with me anymore. We were only twelve. I don't know why I pick on him. Sometimes I still think of us when we were little. I laughed at the picture. I put it in my suitcase and carried on.
About two hours after I finished packing, a knock came to the door. I went over and opened the door. Guess who? Fredhead.
"What is it, Benson?"
"Well, I'm packed and everything, but you forgot to mention one little detail."
"What?"
"Where are we going?"
"Nashville."
"She lives in Nashville?"
"Yeah, she sent us two coach tickets. Here's yours," I handed him the ticket. "What did you tell your mom?"
"She's mad. I told her she could trust me and that I would call a couple times a day."
"Okay then. Meet me at the airport at eight in the morning. Okay?"
"Okay. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"
"You just seem jumpy."
"Jumpy? I'm not jumpy."
"Sam." He knows me too well. It irritates me.
"Fine," I sat on my couch and he sat next to me. "I haven't seen her in a while and well, every time I look at her it makes me think of my dad."
"Sam, did I ever tell you what happened to my dad?" Was he trying to make me feel better?
"No."
"He had a heart attack. He died."
"Oh, sorry," Well, if he was going to make me feel better I should do the same for him.
"Sam, it's not a bad thing. If you think of him every time you look at her, it will be hard to forget about him."
"Yeah," He had a point.
"See ya at the airport, at eight."
"Benson."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you," He walked towards me and hugged me.
"You're welcome." I hugged him back. You know he can a royal pain sometimes, but I'm glad he's in my life.
I couldn't sleep that night. All I could think about was earlier. I went through boxes that were in my room because I didn't want to forget the friendship Freddie and I had. I found a picture of him and me at my aunt's wedding. I hated that pink frilly dress I had to wear. Freddie wore a tux. His arm was around me and we were smiling. There was another one of us dancing at the reception. I laughed at the memory. Then I found a tape. I shoved it into the VCR without thinking. I waited.
"Hi, Sammy," My dad. He was in the hospital. "I'm making this video because I don't know if I'll make it. I just want you to remember that I love you and I wish you the best. Take care of your mom. More importantly, don't lose Freddie. You guys are best friends. Don't lose Carly because she cares about you. Love what you have. Don't let it go. I love you. I know you'll sing your way to the end of the tunnel." One single tear fell from my eye. "Don't forget to remember. Bye, Sammy." The screen went blue.
Where was Benson when I needed him?
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