Hey everyone. I'll be updating iDavid VERY soon so don't worry. This story idea has been stuck in my head for weeks now and I felt the need to type the first chapter as soon as possible. I realized not so long ago that drama is more of my genre. I love writing about people struggling and coming out on top in the end. iDavid is a drama but it also has some humor and cheesy fluffliness (LOL).
This story is a little different. In this one, Sam and Freddie don't know each other. I don't know what you call those stories. The ones that don't really follow the actual storyline of iCarly. It's still a good story and I really hope you like this one.
Just like every typical cliche movie, there is a nerd that everyone picks on. The nerd whose best friend is a computer. The nub who has no fashion sense and can't even get a girl to give him the time of day in school. The one who gets dumped, head first, into a trash can. The one who gets shoved into a locker for hours at a time, gets wedgies on a daily basis, and get called dozens of insulting nicknames.
I am Freddie Benson and I am the nerd of Ridgeway High. I am the leader of the AV club which is like social suicide at my school. Even the mathletes are cooler than me. I've lost count on how many times I've been locked in a locker or how many wedgies each football player has given me. I always have my laptop with me. No one else gives me a chance to get to know me so I'm always on the computer playing some game.
I've always wondered what it would be like to be ridiculously good looking, have dozens of girls drool all over you, and not have to suffer the physical and emotional pain more than half of the school puts me through. That is something I will always wonder but never get to live. I'm fine being me. Despite all the embarrassment I go through in school, I am a happy nerd.
I live in an apartment building named the Bushwell Plaza. I live on the 8th floor with my mom and my dad. They are the best parents anyone could ever ask for. My mom is a nurse so every time I get hurt, she always comes to my rescue. She is a little protective, but it's nothing unbearable. My dad is the best though. He is a professional fencer. He used to fence when he was little at the Tingly Brothers Circus and he taught me how to fence when I was little as well. He owns The Fencin' Benson Studios here in Seattle (A/N I totally made that up just fyi). No one at school bothers to figure out that I train here cause all people ever think of me is a nerd. But yes, every weekend I train here with my dad. It's a great way to stay in shape, even if I'm not buff like the football team. I have amazing parents and I wouldn't trade that for the world.
I also have a great neighbor. Her name is Carly Shay. She is the only girl that goes to my school and actually talks to me. When I moved into this apartment three years ago, she welcomed me into Bushwell with a plate of homemade cookies and open arms. She is so nice to everyone and she is one of the most popular girls in school. I wish generous people like her were more popular. She is sweet, beautiful, and smart. I couldn't help but to start liking her right there and then. Even as a boy, girls would look at me and yell "ewww." She was the only one who actually talks to me and sees past my nerdy-ness, if that is even a word. I've told her how much I care for her and how much I would love for her to be with me but she says that we are "just buds" and I am completely fine with that. I am content with the fact that she is even in my life to begin with.
Yes, I may be a nerd BUT I am a happy nerd.
"Freddo" I heard my dad call me from the living room. I was in my room, designing Rideway's new website. My principal, Principal Franklin, wanted me to make it more "hip" so that more students can check it out. He said he'd give me a hundred bucks so I happily obliged.
I did a little tweaking here and there and I was out the door.
"What's up dad?" I saw my dad standing by the front door with a piece of paper in his hand.
"I got paid yesterday and the studio could use some new equipment. Want to go with me son?" said my dad as he waved a check in front of my face. A smile instantly grew on my face. I happily nodded and ran back to my room to grab my jacket.
We left our apartment and headed towards the elevator. Being on the 8th floor makes our elevator rides much slower. I'd much rather take the stairs. We finally reached the lobby and the annoying Doorman, Lewbert, was taking a nap on the job.
Lewbert is such a sad person. All he does is sit behind the front desk and yell at people. One day, I was feeling really depressed cause one of the football players 'accidentally' pushed me into a puddle. I had my laptop in my hands so it totally fried when I fell. That day, Lewbert yelled at me because I was being too 'mopey'. I think he is just miserable because he is old, he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he has a really big wart on his face. The kind that has hairs growing out of it. Every time I look at him, I shudder.
We were walking out of the lobby when Carly walked in. She greeted me with one of her heartwarming smiles and a simple wave.
"Hey Freddie. Mr. Benson." said Carly with her sweet voice. Everyday, I fall more and more in love with her.
"Hi Carly. Me and Freddie are going shopping for new fencing equipment. You wanna join us?" I smiled when my dad asked Carly to come.
"Oh I'm sorry, I can't. I'm helping Spencer with one of his sculptures. He is trying to sculpt the Backstreet Boys so he wants to look at all my magazines for good pictures of them." My smiled quickly faded. I was sad Carly couldn't join us but I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped from my lips.
Spencer is Carly's big brother and guardian. Her dad is in the navy so he is never around. I don't know about Carly's mom. She never told me about her. Anyways, Spencer is a very popular artist here in Seattle. He teaches art classes at the local community college and apparently he has a lot of female students which led me to predict that they wanted him to sculpt five grown up men who sing love songs for a living.
"Aw that's too bad. I guess we'll see you later then Carly." my dad responded.
She gave us another one of those amazing smiles before walking away.
My dad and I walked towards the store in complete silence. Carly is always on my mind. I've always wondered if she would date me if I wasn't such a nerd. If I wasn't such a dork. But I am who I am. I don't want to change myself to make her like me. I tried it once and she just laughed at my pathetic attempts to win her over. Maybe one day she will look past my nerdy ways and love me the way I love her...
"You really like her huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts. I looked at my dad who looked at me back with his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. She is a really cool girl but girls like her don't like guys like me." I looked back down with a look that clearly spelled 'disappointed'.
"Don't give up son. There is a girl out there for you. Maybe it's not Carly but just remember this. Don't wait for it. The best things in life come when you least expect them." I smiled to myself. My dad always knew what to say.
We continued walking. We talked about everything from the horrible pizza the lunch lady at school serves to my hopes and dreams of someday being a movie producer. As we we were caught up in the conversation, we heard a horrible screech come from the other side of the street. We stopped immediately and looked around. We didn't see anything but the screeching continued. It sounded like a car. Then I heard sirens. We saw a white truck turn the corner uncontrollably and a police right right behind it.
I started to panic. Cars are NOT supposed to drive on the sidewalk. I saw the white truck come towards me and my dad. As much as I wanted to run, my body was frozen in panic. I couldn't move. I looked at my dad who looked just as panicked as I did. I looked at him with desperation, hoping that he would move as well but he was frozen as well. I covered my eyes as I saw the truck get closer and closer.
Before I knew it, I felt two hands push my roughly and I landed on the floor. My eyes were still closed as I heard a loud crash. The screeching was gone but the sirens remained active. I opened my eyes and I saw three police cars and one ambulance surrounding me.. I looked around and I couldn't find my dad anywhere. I started putting all the pieces together.
"Oh no." I whispered to myself.
"DAD!" I screamed as I saw his lifeless, bloody body being placed on a stretcher. I collapsed on the floor again and cried until I could no longer cry.
I was at the Seattle cemetery, dressed in all black, surrounded by my family. Carly and Spencer were here too.
It was my dad's funeral. The doctor said that he passed away before he even made it to the hospital. For weeks, I was depressed.
I lost the most important person in my life to a drunk driver, apparently.
I felt like a part of me died with him. Everything good in my life vanished the day my dad died. We had to close The Fencin' Bensons Studio because I didn't have the proper training to take over the business and my mom didn't have a clue as to how fencing worked.
Everyone took turns making speeches. My mom was up first.
"What can I say about Luis? He was my first love and my high school sweetheart. I met him at the circus when I was 15. My brothers loved watching the Fencin Bensons. I later found out he went to Ridgeway with me when I saw him at an assembly. We were inseparable. He was such a good person with a heart of gold. I can't believe he was taken from us in such an unfair way. Justice will be served..." she choked out the last part. I felt bad for my mom. My mom and my dad were the definition of true love. And now she was alone.
I was second.
"What can I say about my dad?" I tried to sound brave. "He was the best dad anyone could ever ask for. He's the one that taught me how to fence. He taught me that there are some good people out there beyond the bullying that goes on in my school. I- I- I'm sorry." I finished and ran back to my seat. I couldn't stand talking about what a good guy my father was.
Carly wanted to say something too.
"Um. I've never spoken at a cemetery before. All I know if that Mr. Benson was a good man. People like him are rare. He always greeted me with a smile and a positive attitude. He reminded me of my own dad and I felt like he was somehow my dad too. Whenever Spencer and I had problems, whether they were family issues or financial ones, he was always there to help us get back on our feet. I am forever grateful to him and I hope he looks down on us and protects anyone from being taken away from this Earth the way he was. Thank you" She walked away from the spot and sat next to me.
Spencer was next.
"Luis was a close friend of mine. I know what it's like to loose someone important. I lost two of pet goldfish once. Sure they were just goldfish but me, they were family." I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Spencer was always an odd person but he had a good heart. "Luis was one of a kind. Always helping those in need, even if they were strangers or homeless. I've never met such a generous man. He was the one that helped me get a job at the community college. Luis, if you are up there, know that we will forever remember you for all the good deeds you have done in this world. Thanks."
With that, it was time to bury him,
I stood next to Carly as I watched the coffin lower slowly and slowly. It was agonizing. All my relatives were throwing different colored roses at the coffin, along with never ending tears of sadness.
I threw one last rose before the workers began to fill the hole. It was a white one. I threw it and as soon as it hit the the coffin, I lowered my head on Carly's shoulder and I cried. I didn't hold her. I just leaned on her and cried. She wrapped her arms around me and patted my back, making shushing noises to try and calm me down. It was all I could do at the moment. Cry. Nothing could bring my father back. Nothing.
Moments later, as the workers continued to fill the hole with dirt, I walked away from Carly. I needed to be alone for a minute. I walked away from the crowd and I sat on the grass. I looked at the ground. Hundreds of people were under me. Hundreds of innocent souls that were probably killed the way my dad was. Unfair. I shut my eyes tightly trying not to cry. I wanted to stay strong for him.
He said that the best things come when you lest expect them. He said that to me the day he died. It was all a lie. My dad was killed unexpectedly. It was the worst feeling in the world.
I opened my eyes and I noticed a figure form far away. I saw a blond girl looking towards me, or the crowd behind me, I couldn't tell. She looked sad.
She then noticed me noticing her and she quickly walked away with her hands in her sweater pockets.
My thoughts went back to my dad and i continued to cry.
Okayyy so there ya have it. The first chapter of my brand new story. I am very excited for this story. It will be told in only Sam and Freddie's point of view.
Next chapter, you get to read Sam's story. Then the third chapter is when the story truly truly begins.
Let me know if you like this story so far. :D