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DISCLAIMER: Would I even need this if I owned iCarly?
Chapter 2: Freddie's POV
I sat in my bed, scrolling through my contacts list, trying to find somebody to hang out with. Preferably a guy.
By the time I scrolled all the way down to T, I was losing hope. But then I saw The Gibster.
Gibby! Why hadn't I thought of that before? We were already "bros", so this could be easy!
To: The Gibster
Hey! Do u wanna hang out today?
To: Fredward Benson
Yeah! But my mom said that it has to be at our house.
To: The Gibster
Alright? I'll be over in half an hour.
I smiled to myself and hopped out of bed. I'm just hoping that Gibby won't be as weird as usual… but even if he acts weird, I won't care as long as we're doing guy things. Whatever 'doing guy things' means.
I managed to sneak out of the apartment and walk to Gibby's house without mom noticing. I'm like a ninja! As I was walking downtown, past the Groovy Smoothie, I jumped in midair and did a karate chop to prove my ninja-ness, only to fall flat on my face.
Groaning, I got up, met by the sound of laughter.
"Nice going, Fredfail. To bad your mommy wasn't here to help you up!"
I look up to see none other than Sam Puckett, jumbo smoothie in hand, smirking at me.
"Shut up, Puckett!"
"You're not going the right way," She says.
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, you're not walking towards Bushwell Plaza. Where are you going, to the drug store to buy more ointment?" She laughs.
"Ha ha, very funny," I say dryly. "I'm actually going to another friends house, not Carly's apartment."
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Since when do you have other friends?"
"Since… forever! And this friend's a guy. And we'll be doing guy things. Yeah."
She makes a face. "Well, okay then. Have fun doing your guy things; like masturbating to naked pictures of Miley Cyrus." And with that, she starts walking towards Bushwell Plaza.
"I will-wait! We aren't gonna masturbate to pictures of Miley Cyrus naked!" I scream down the street.
I feel a hundred pairs of eyes staring at me. I guess I shouldn't have yelled that down the street…
Sam turns around to smirk at me one last time. That girl drives me crazy sometimes… but that smirk is pretty hot.
Stupid boy hormones! I think as I continue on to Gibby's house.
Ten minutes later I finally get there. As I ring the doorbell, I can't help but feel a little nervous. This is the first time that I'll be at Gibby's house. Who knows what kind of crazy stuff goes on here.
The door opens to reveal Gibby's mom. "Hello, Freddie!" She greets. "Come on in, Gibby's down in the basement. I'll make you two a snack."
"Okay, thanks!" I smile. Maybe this won't be so bad after all!
However, that thought changes as soon as I step foot in the basement.
Gibby was doing the complete dance to the Hoedown Throwdown from Hannah Montana: The Movie.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the song just had to be a Miley Cyrus song. Of course.
"Hey, Freddie!" Gibby yells over the music. "Wanna do the Hoedown Throwdown with me? Even if you don't know the dance, I can teach you! I know the whole thing!"
"I'm good…" I say uneasily.
Gibby goes to his boom box and turns it off.
"So what do you wanna do?"
"Uh, I don't know." Maybe we should do something that GUYS do? Like NOT dancing to Miley Cyrus! I scream in my head.
"I know!" Gibby cries. He goes over to a closet and pulls out some board game. "Let's play shirtless Twister!"
He throws the box on the floor, takes his shirt off, and starts to set up.
"Um, Gibby? I don't really wanna take my shirt off…"
"Why not? No Shirt Twister is the bomb! Wait… are you not comfortable with your body?" Gibby asks.
"What? No! I happen to be very comfortable with my body!" I defend.
Gibby shrugs. "Okay. Then take your shirt off, dude! Let's get playing!"
I sigh and pull my polo over my head.
"Whoa, dude! Since when did you get ripped?" Gibby asks, pointing at my growing biceps.
I blushed. "Uh, um, well-"
"I get it, man. You've been working out for a certain lady." Gibby waggled his tongue out. "Let's start playing!" What is he talking about?
So for the next five minutes I sat on the couch, spinning the wheel to see what Gibby would have to do next.
"Alright… left foot on green." I tell him. Gibby, who was currently twisted like a pretzel, attempts to put his left foot on the green bubble, but falls.
"Your turn, Freddie!" I inwardly groan.
"Kids, I made chocolate covered strawberries with whipped cream!" Gibby's mother calls down into the basement.
Yes! Saved by Gibby's mom!
I quickly threw my shirt back on and ran up the stairs.
It felt weird eating in Gibby's kitchen. For one thing, there were pictures of Michael Jackson all over the place. There was even a poster that said "Life is short, eat cookies!"
At least the strawberries tasted good.
Ten minutes later we finished off the whole plate.
"Wanna come up to my room?" Gibby asks.
By then I knew that it would be better to just leave, but I didn't wanna hurt his feelings…
"Sure," Slipped out of my mouth.
We make our way upstairs, and in the hallway I hear music.
"Where's that music coming from?" I ask Gibby.
"I think it's coming from Guppy's room. Let's go check it out!"
We walk down the hallway to Guppy's room, only to find him watching an aerobics video and trying to do all the moves.
"Hey, Gup!" Gibby yells. "You're awesome at aerobics!"
Guppy looks at us and says, "Happy birthday!"
I'm pretty sure that it isn't Gibby's birthday…
Gibby turns to me. "Do you wanna join him?"
"No! Came we just go to your room now?" I beg. Hopefully he'll have guy video games or something.
"Alrighty."
We go to the other end of the hallway and walk into a room.
I've never been in Gibby's room before, and now I can see why. The walls are neon orange and covered in pictures that I'm guessing he drew. Most were self portraits of him without a shirt on, with captions like "I'm too sexy for my shirt!"
His bed had orange sheets that matched the color of the walls, and it looked like there was a lump underneath it. Probably just some stuffed animals.
"Wanna play a video game?" Gibby questions.
Yes! Finally, something that guys do! "Sure! What game? Call of Duty? World of Warlords? Zombie Madness? March of Death?"
Gibby opens the cabinet under his TV set and pulls out two Wii remotes. "I was thinking more along the line of MarioKart…" My excitement melted. Can Wii games even be considered video games?
While Gibby was setting the Wii up, I slumped down onto his bed. "UMPH!" Something cried from underneath the sheets.
"AHH!" I screamed, jumping off the bed. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?"
Gibby tip-toes to his bed and pulls back the sheets. "Grandpa?" He sighs. "I told you to stop sleeping in my bed! You have your own room!"
His grandfather groggily sat up and rubbed his head. "Eh? I fight for seven years in the war and I can't even sleep wherever I want!" He grumbles.
"Grandpa, get out before I tell on you!" Gibby yells.
"Eh? What's a Lady GaGa?"
Guppy runs into the room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
That's it! THESE PEOPLE ARE NUT JOBS! I run out of his room and sprint down the stairs to safety.
This "guy friends" thing is gonna be harder than I thought…
A/N: I'm putting Freddie through a lot of crap in this story… LOL! Don't worry, his luck will change.
Did you have a favorite part? Did any line make you laugh? My favorite part was when Gibby's grandpa was hiding under the covers. My favorite line was "I was thinking more along the lines of MarioKart…"
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