Hahaaa, remember that one stupid story I wrote nearly three years ago that you guys somehow liked?

Well, it's being rewritten. Hella.

Now the question is, will I continue writing this rewrite?

Only time will tell, I guess o u o

Tbh I haven't written a lot these past few years (which is kind of obvious) so my improvement isn't that much but eyy better than before right

Right?

Frick

Y'know what I'm just gonna

Yeah

Bye

Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue. (Even if you did I have a great lawyer but he's not in iCarly so I'm going to shut up)


Do you know the saying, "Mother knows best"?

I believed in this saying. It was my motto in life, in raising my perfect son, and in protecting him from all sorts of danger from the outside world.

But in this story, a certain blonde she-demon may have changed my mind about it.

And no, I didn't approve of said she-demon and my angelic son dating. I even bribed my son with expensive metal to break up with her, and what did he say?

"No."

See, this is why I never let him out of my sight before this! The blonde she-demon and her somewhat-less-demonic brunette friend were bad influences on my Freddie-bear! And now look what they had done to him. Talking back to me, refusing to eat his vegetables, he even refused to make his bed once! And now he started dating Puckett and it got even worse. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it.

I was too blind by hatred to see how much he loved her.

One night, I sat on my (plastic-covered, bacteria-free) couch, fidgeting and constantly looking at my cell phone. It was already half past midnight, precisely five hours past Freddie's curfew. I called him, multiple times, with no answer. I've checked the Shays' apartment more times than I could count, but they said he only visited on late afternoon and didn't come back after. I even called the she-demon, Sam, but there was no answer. I've already called the police, and they promised to try to find my son. They knew me well, and I always called them whenever I got too worried. Hm, I wonder why I had a feeling they weren't looking for him.

I was thinking about calling the police or the fire department again when finally, finally, Freddie-bear opened the front door and walked in, his movements lethargic. Immediately I rushed over to hug him. Surprisingly, he didn't resist.

"Freddie! Where were you?!" I hugged him tighter, and still he didn't resist. "I was worried sick, I called everyone I knew who knew you, don't ever do that to me again! Do you know how dangerous the streets are at night?! You were five hours past curfew! Oh my goodness, five hours, that's the longest you've-." I heard him sniffle.

"Freddie?" I pulled him away from me, far enough for me to get a look at his face. It was red, and his eyes were puffy, still shining with unshed tears. "Oh, Freddie, I'm sorry, I'm not that angry at you, I was just so worried—"

"I-it's not you," He managed to say, rubbing his eyes furiously. "J-just… leave me alone, mom, please. I'm t-tired."

"No no no, absolutely not," I said firmly, hugging him once more. This time he tried to wiggle away, but I held him close. "Not until you tell me what's wrong- oh no." My grip tightened. "It's not that she demon, is it? Oh, I knew she was up to no good, you should have listened to me earlier…"

"I-I- she- we-" he struggled to find words. "W-we broke up. I love her, but… I-I don't know. E-everyone else… everyone else thought o-our relationship was forced and wrong… I don't know…"

Well, everyone else is right, I wanted to say. It was forced; she was hypnotizing you to do her bidding. It was wrong, of course it was wrong, how could you not have seen it?

But I didn't say that. I didn't want my precious son to be more broken than he already is. So I hugged him tighter, rubbing his back to soothe him. "It's okay, Freddie-bear, maybe it just wasn't meant to be-"

"But I wanted it to!" He said furiously, pulling away from me. "I love her mom, can't you put away your bias to see it?! I love her, but it feels wrong, you don't understand…"

Oh, but I do, I wanted to say. I know how you feel more than you think.

But I just walked toward him and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm sorry, Freddie. Why don't you go up and rest. I'll make you some warm soy milk."

He was probably thankful the subject was dropped. He just nodded and hurried to his room. "Don't slam!" I said. Thankfully, he didn't.

So, what was I supposed to do now? Freddie's upset, more than a little upset that he and Sam broke up. On one hand, I should be happy. Sam's a bad influence, something I should know better than anyone else. She's been arrested a hundred times; I'm surprised she hasn't gotten a life sentence yet. Most of her family is either in jail or just got out of jail, which is obviously a bad sign. Freddie dating her would probably get him in jail too. On the other hand, Freddie was the most broken I've seen him in a while. He didn't have to tell me he loved her, it was already painfully obvious. And to see him so heartbroken like that… I didn't want to see it ever again.

So what do I do now? What should I care about more, his happiness or his future? Is there some way to solve this without getting Freddie and Sam back together? Probably not. He's head over heels in love with her, as much as I hate to admit it. So… what?

This is when I first realized that sometimes, mother doesn't know best. Sometimes, mother needs help. Because sometimes things happen to mothers and they need help to deal with them. Like me, for instance.

So now it's settled. I'll be talking to Carly Shay and her brother first thing in the morning.


HOLLA

This thing is like twice the size of the original first chapter. I'm really proud of myself right now. /pats self on back/

I've been out of the iCarly fandom for a long while now actually, especially since it's over. But hey I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone, so if this counts as getting out of my comfort zone, then cool.

Now let's all just cross our fingers and hope I don't vanish into the darkness again for three freaking years

Also review please those make me happy o u o