A/N: Ok here's chapter two! Remember: if you read it, please review it! Reviews make my day. :)
Disclaimer: iDon't Own iCarly. :(
After Carly finished packing, she headed across the hall to get Freddie. She approached the Benson's door and raised her hand to knock when she heard raised voices. She dropped her hand to her side and listened.
"Fredward Benson! You're going to take this tick bath and like it!" Carly laughed inwardly at Freddie's wacko mother.
"But mom! I took one last night!" her friend groaned. Inside the apartment, Freddie was running away from his mom, who had a crazed expression on her face and a bottle of tick lotion in her right hand.
"Sweetie, you leaving me alone all weekend is bad enough, and I'm sure there are a lot of ticks in Missouri! You need to take precautions!"
"Why would you think there are a lot of ticks in Missouri?" Freddie asked, hiding behind the couch.
"There are probably ticks wherever you go without me to get rid of them for you. Now just… come here!" Mrs. Benson started after her son, who leapt over his hiding place and bolted towards the door.
"Sorry, mom! I'll be back later to say good-bye!" he shouted, closed the door, and found Carly.
"Nice," she said flatly. Freddie rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm.
"Let's go inside before she comes out here," he muttered quickly and lead her inside the Shay's apartment.
"Freddie man! Are you totally physced to be going on vacation?" Carly's brother, Spencer, asked loudly.
"Yeah, definitely," Freddie replied as he locked the door behind him. Spencer gave him a questioning look.
"Why…" he began, but Freddie answered him before he got his sentence out.
"My mom," he stated simply. His older friend nodded understandingly. That was all that needed to be said.
"So Freddie, are you done packing?" Carly asked, plopping on the couch. Spencer went back to working on his latest sculpture, which Freddie didn't even bother asking about. He joined Carly on the couch and sat a little closer to her than needed.
"Yeah, I have everything ready, including all the equipment for the show," he said. He felt awkward and uncomfortable, for a reason he didn't understand. He always felt that way around Carly, and he assumed it was because he was nervous around the girl of his dreams. That was to be expected, right? Lately, however, the feeling was starting to bother him. He wanted to be with Carly so badly, and being
best friends with her, he should be completely at ease with her, wooing her with his incredible charm and cool. Why was love such a complicated thing? Sometimes he felt like a fool, acting so vulnerable and stupid because of a girl. The thing was, Carly was not just a girl. She was the girl. His girl. At least, in his mind, she was. She was smart, pretty, classy, friendly, and everything he could ever want. Suddenly, Freddie felt more awkward than ever. The room was shrinking, closing in on him and Carly. He felt his face get hot as the room not only shrank, but vanished. The cramped feeling lingered, though. He was completely unaware of his surroundings now. The only thing Freddie saw was Carly, who was yelling at him. Why was she yelling at him? Oh. He must have zoned out.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked, shaking his head to rid himself of his previous thoughts.
"I was talking to you!" Carly cried indignantly. Freddie felt immensely guilty.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Carly," he said lamely. He internally slapped himself for that one. He couldn't come up with anything better?
"Yeah, yeah. So Sam will be over any minute, and Spencer's going to drive us to the airport. Did you hear me that time?" she asked, standing up with her hands on her hips.
"Loud and clear," he replied, standing up as well. Just then, someone started knocking on the door… and knocking… and knocking…
"Sam! Be quiet, we're coming!" Carly shouted and ran to the door to unlock it. Sam lumbered in, carrying a duffel bag and a backpack over her shoulder.
"Why was your door locked?" she asked, throwing her bags on the ground carelessly.
"Freddie's mom," Carly answered. Sam nodded and walked to the couch.
"Was she chasing you, trying to see if you've grown any leg hair yet? Which I doubt you have," she snickered, going as far as lifting Freddie's pant leg to check.
He swatted her hand away and retorted, "Leave my legs alone, Sam! And no, she was not. She was trying to give me a tick bath." He mumbled the last part. With a smirk and a shrug, Sam leaned back into the cushions comfortably. Freddie almost thought he was safe, and had gotten away with it.
That is, until Sam said, "Even better." Freddie sighed. Sam always won. It was not humanly possible for her to lose. Part of him wanted to know why she was so competitive. The other part of him decided to stay out of her business lest he get beaten to a pulp.
"So are we all set?" he asked, trying to avoid another fight. He and Sam had been getting along a little better lately, until one day last week when she must have noticed. Then she came back at him with ten times the meanness as before.
"Hold on, Freddo. I just need to add the finishing touches…" Spencer muttered something to himself and quickly did whatever it was needed to be done. "Voila!" he exclaimed, blowing a kiss to no one in particular.
"Great! Now let's go," Sam stood up and started collecting her bags.
"Fine, don't share my excitement," Spencer said, disappointed. Carly put her arm around her big brother.
"Another amazing work of art by Spencer Shay! How does he do it?" she said, sounding like a sports TV host. Spencer smiled down at her, and she dropped the act. "Alright, now can we leave?" she asked seriously.
"Well, sure!" he said and ran for the car keys. The four of them piled out of the door, once Carly had gotten her things from her room.
"Ok, let me get my stuff and deal with my mom," Freddie told everyone, and slowly reached for the door handle. He cringed in anticipation of what was to come. When nothing happened, he relaxed and swung the door open. There stood Mrs. Benson, who looked as if she had been bawling. Freddie looked back at his friends, all of whom shrugged.
"Mom, I'll be back Sunday. Don't worry," he said reassuringly.
"I know, but I'll miss you so much! You didn't even take your tick bath!" she wailed. Freddie ran up to her and gave her a hug.
"Be strong, mom, be strong," he said while patting her on the back. After a few more moments, he pulled away from her. "I'm going to get my things," he told her. Carly, Sam, and Spencer stood there, unsure of what they should do. Mrs. Benson was still sobbing uncontrollably, but they didn't think there was anything they could say that would convince her that her baby was going to be okay. Fortunately, Freddie was fast, and with one last kiss on the cheek, he left his mom to wallow in her sorrows.
"Your mom is a nutcase," Sam said bluntly.
"Gee, thanks!" Freddie grumbled, dragging his suitcase onto the elevator.
"Well, guys, we have a 2 hour plane ride to plan the next iCarly!" Carly said happily, "Get pumped!"
The gang got off the elevator and cheered as they walked through the lobby. As you can imagine, that upset Lewbert quite a lot.
A/N: Yah, I know it sounded like Creddie (ew), but I SWEAR it's a Seddie. You just can't rush them. Next chapter, I'm thinking will be just the trip to the lake. Gosh, this is going to take a while… but with your support, it will be worth it! So get reviewing! Thank you! :)