iEmotions

Chapter 1: Happiness

Author's Note: Well... this might not be the best chapter. (But I'm not sure, because I'm a huge critic of myself). It might be slow, but I'm not sure. But trust me. In the next chapters, things will get more... dramatic, fun, and interesting. Just bear with me. :p

P.S. I think at the end, I'm going to have a full chapter of the whole page of the project. Tell me if you think that's a good idea, haha. xP Review! :D

Sam's POV:

Freddork. I couldn't believe it. I had to do a project with Freddie Benson, of every person in my psychology class. It's true, there are a lot of people who I'd hate to be partnered up with. But being partnered with Freddie was probably the worst. I had enough of the kid during iCarly. We agreed to meet at Carly's place because that's just our regular hangout place.

My mom drove me to Carly's apartment building. After giving the woman a smile and goodbye, I turned around in front of Bushwell Plaza. I sighed. I walked into the apartment building and went up the elevator to room 8-C. I walked right into the apartment without knocking.

Wow, I said, seeing Carly sitting on the couch, but not seeing Freddie. I live blocks away from Carly. Freddie lives across the hall. And I'm here earlier than him. And I'm Sam. I never do stuff. He better reward me... by like, you know, doing all the work.

"Hey Sam," Carly said, smiling. She shut off the Girly Cow reruns that were playing on the TV in front of her. She stood up, her dark hair bouncing a bit. She fixed her red shirt. "Freddie isn't here yet."

"Noticed," I muttered. I plopped on the couch, some of my blonde curls tumbling in front of my face. I threw it behind my head.

Carly lightly sat on the couch next to me, wiping some dust off of her black jeans. "Is everything okay?"

I looked at her. "Yeah," I said, "but I just can't believe I have to do this dumb project with Freddie. I only came into the class to be with you, and now I'm stuck doing a project with him."

Carly gave me a sad smile. "Sorry."

I shrugged. "It's fine."

"But Sam," Carly said. She smiled, with a sparkle in her brown eyes that said something I couldn't put my finger on. "You know when you spend time with Freddie, you have a better time than you thought you would."

I rolled my blue eyes. "Whatever you say, Carls." I gave her a small smirk.

Suddenly, the door opened. Carly and I turned our heads to see Freddie walk in with a red-and-yellow striped polo shirt and baggy jeans.

Stripes, I thought. Blech.

"Sam!" Freddie exclaimed. "You're here!" His brown eyebrows raised over his brown eyes. He seemed surprised.

"Yeah, so?" I snapped.

"Whoa there, Sam," Freddie said, backing away a bit. "Sorry, I was just surprised. I came late because I thought you would."

"Whatever, let's just start this thing," I said.

"I'm gonna go," Carly said, that sparkle still in her eye. "I'll watch some TV in my room." She started walking upstairs. She turned around at us. "Have fun," she sang.

I narrowed my eyes at her. Freddie looked at me, confused, and I turned to him and shrugged. Carly was acting strange, as if she knew something that we had no idea about.

Freddie sat on the couch next to me. I moved over a bit. He had a red spiral notebook in his hand. "Alright," he said, picking up a pen from the coffee table in front of the couch. "What emotion do you want to do first?"

"I don't know," I said, bored.

"Just name an emotion, Sam," Freddie said, being somehow patient with me like always. Even Carly wasn't this patient with me sometimes.

"Uh... happy," I said lazily.

"Alright," Freddie said, slightly smiling. "We'll do happiness." He ripped a piece of paper out of the notebook. "We can write our things first, and then type them when we're all done. You can write your thing right here. I'll go in the kitchen." He walked into the kitchen with the paper in his hand. He was taking this project seriously. He actually separated us as we did it.

I sighed, staring at the blank paper before me. Happiness, I thought. Happiness. What makes me happy? I thought for a moment. Eating and sleeping. Freddie would probably get mad at me if I wrote that because I figured he would write something all deep. But I didn't care. This is psychology, and I am who I am.

I sighed, starting to write:

"Happiness is"

What is happiness? I thought. I shrugged and continued writing.

"Happiness is when your heart fills with complete joy. When you are passionate about something, you would feel happy when you are around that thing."

Cheesy, I thought. But I kept it, and continued writing.

"Different people become happy for different reasons. Some like reading, some like writing, some like shopping, and some like math. But I, for one, feel that relaxing brings me happiness. Food helps me relax. Any kind of sweet, sour, salty, or just delicious taste on my tongue will bring me joy. Sleeping also definitely relaxes me. After a hard day of being me, even if I had a bad day, sleeping solves anything for me. Happiness is a great emotion."

Wow, I thought. I just made 'I like eating and sleeping' sound better. Maybe I can write.

After we both finished, Freddie and I read each other's responses. Freddie's was:

"Happiness is when you are doing or are with something or someone that makes you feel warm and great inside. People are happy with friends, laughing, and doing their hobbies. Hobbies vary for many different types of people, which is one of the great things in life. Some people find complete passion in working in technology, me being one of them. I also find happiness in doing what I love while helping other people. For example, I love working with technology, and I help two of my close friends with their webcast. This emotion is something that one can't live without."

"Nice," Freddie said, smiling. He gave me a low five, and I decided to grin and say, "You too."

We put together the conclusion of happiness:

"We noticed that we both know that doing something one loves can make them happy. Happiness is a positive emotion that makes life much better than it would be without happiness. It is a key emotion to keep people going in life. The difference between our writings show that everyone gets happiness from different things. Every person in the world is different, so we can all find joy in everything from sleeping to technology and everything in between."

"So, what do you think of the project so far?" Freddie asked me, biting his bottom lip a bit as if he was hoping for me to say something.

"It's not the worst," I said, shrugging. I actually did like it. But I had one problem.

Happiness is a simple emotion. We had to write about ten different emotions. After a while, we would have to write about more intense emotions. I don't like expressing emotions. This project might... no, it will definitely make me say things that I don't want to. And Freddie will know more about me than anyone else. More than my mom. More than Carly.

And I swallowed hard when I remembered that Freddie is great at psychology. Because maybe, just maybe, Freddie would know more about me than I do.