iTake You For Granted (Christmas-fic)

Freddie grows depressed when Carly and Sam seem to take their friendship to their tech-assistant for granted. Then Mitch shows up to Carly and Sam to show them the errors of their ways. Creddie, Seddie-Friendship, Fencer-Friendship. A lot of Freddie awesomeness :D. My first multi-chapter story on Fanfic. Don't worry I finished the fic.

"Just keep walking," Spencer said while keeping his hands before Carly's eyes so she couldn't see where she was walking.

"Just show me the tree," Carly giggled.

"So you wanna see the tree?" Spencer asked with a high pitched voice. "Does little Carly Shay want to see the tree?"

"Yes, she does!" Carly answered.

"It's right in front of you," Spencer said. Carly used her hands to put Spencer's hands from her eyes. But when she saw the garbage tree, she put his hands right before her eyes again.

"What?" Spencer exclaimed while walking to the tree, "Don't you love it? You can't not love it. Don't you love it?"

"It's cool, but I thought we were getting a real Christmas tree this year," Carly complained.

"We were, but I was on my way for art supplies and then I got the idea to this!" Spencer explained. "It's a magna-tree!"

"Magna?" Carly asked confused.

"It's rigged with a dangerously large electro magnet," Spencer continued. Then Sam walked down the stairs. "Sam, check out our magnetic Christmas tree,"

"Naah," Sam sighed. "Carly and I were going to Build-a-Bra."

"Yep, that's right," Carly said, "We wanted some girl quality time, so we're leaving?"

"What about Freddie?" Spencer asked. "Is he okay that you leave him alone?"

"Yeah, I think he is," Carly said nonchalantly, "and he isn't alone, you're here," Sam and Carly walked to the door and left. Spencer walked to the kitchen, not really knowing why. Then Freddie came downstairs. He groaned somewhat. He looked around.

"Hey, where are Carly and Sam?" Freddie asked.

"They're to Build-a-Bra," Spencer said. "They said you were okay with that," Freddie groaned again. "I know, right," Spencer said, "but I don't think this is the right time to fence."

"It's not that," Freddie said and he took one of the stools at the kitchen table. "They said that I was okay with that they were going to Build-a-Bra?"

"You aren't?" Spencer asked.

"The never asked," Freddie sighed. Spencer seemed shocked from the unexpected answer Freddie gave. "You know, it sounds dumb, but sometimes I have the feeling that Sam and Carly don't really value our friendship. You know between Carly and me and between Sam and me."

Spencer was not shocked anymore. He admitted to himself that Carly didn't treat Freddie very well lately, let alone Sam. Spencer rarely disagrees with his sister, but now he does.

"Am I a bad friend?" Freddie said.

"You think they don't value your friendship, you're still talking with and about them and you think you're a bad friend?" Spencer asked. "I don't think you're the bad friend here,"

"Don't talk that way about them okay!" Freddie almost snapped before lowering his voice which almost resulted in a voiceless whisper. "They're not bad friends, I think. They just want to have quality time with each other."

"Are you talking to me or to yourself?" Spencer asked, causing Freddie to shrug. "Hey," Freddie looked up. "You're sure you want to sleep here?"

"Hey, Carly and Sam aren't the only friends here," Freddie said. "Right?"

"Right!" Spencer said.

"Spencer?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah Freddo," Spencer said.

"Can I tell you something?" Freddie asked. "About the iCarly earlier this day?"

"Sure," Spencer said. "If you feel like it."

"Thanks," Freddie said. He took a deep breath before starting his story. "Well we were preparing the next iCarly. Carly and Sam made up a poll about what I should wear during the iCarly, without asking me about it. I often told them that I don't really wanted to dress like a flashlight, but they didn't really listen. Carly kept saying "Please, for me," and Sam just punched me in the costume. Then when the iCarly was running I was about to do my Christmas wishes and then Sam pushed me away. Call me whiney, but I feel less and less a part of iCarly this way,"

"You're not whiney," Spencer said. "I don't think Carly and Sam treat you very well, I'll talk to Carly later and I'm sure if she'll understand that she'll talk to Sam, key?"

"Key," Freddie said. "Thanks,"

"Anytime,"

Spencer didn't really got the right time to talk to Carly the entire night as she spent the whole day with Sam and later with Sam and Freddie. They didn't seem to notice that Freddie was a little down. Freddie was very loyal to his friends, no matter how he felt. Perhaps he was a little too loyal to them.

Before they were aware of it, Sam, Carly, Freddie and Spencer were lying in their bed, Carly and Sam in Carly's room and Freddie and Spencer in Spencer's.

"I can't sleep," Sam said after an hour.

"Me neither," Carly said. "You know what I do when I can't sleep?"

"What do you do when you can't sleep?" Sam asked in the same tone.

"I go to the studio to sit in the beanbags," Carly said.

"Let's do it," Sam said and they took off to the studio. The studio was dark and they decided to keep it that way.

"So you decided to come after all," a male voice was noticeable. Carly startled and ran to the light switch to turn the light on. A small figure walked from the stage to Carly and Sam.

"What are you doing here?" Carly asked scared. "And who are you?"

"And mind your words, I enjoy abuse little things like you," Sam added less frightened then Carly but still frightened.

"I am here to show the error of your ways and my name's Mitch," Sam heard enough and she tried to tackle Mitch. She failed. Mitch suddenly disappeared and appeared right behind Carly. "Not so rude,"

"I'm calling the cops," Carly said. Carly dialed a number but heard a ringtone in Mitch's pocket. He pulled out a cellphone. "Spencer then," she dialed a number again, but again Mitch's cellphone went off.

"I'm outta here," Sam said and she walked to the door and opened it… tried to open it. The door felt like it was locked. "Did you lock the door?" she asked to Carly.

"I did," Mitch answered. "It's time we made a little trip. Take my hand,"

"No!" Carly said, "There's more than one way out you know?" Carly ran to the elevator and pushed the button, to no avail.

"The elevator isn't working," Mitch said. "The only way out is me," he said menacingly. "Now, take my hand."

"No," Carly said.

"You can stay here 'til the end of Christmas," Mitch replied. Reluctantly Carly gave Mitch her hand. Sam walked to the two and took Mitch's other hand. "Now let's show you something," the studio blurred away…