Stormy Night

AN: Welcome to chapter 2 folks! Be sure to review to keep the chapters coming. You will get some answers in this chapter! For the last few paragraphs I got inspiration from the Poison Apple book Miss Fortune. You should read it. (If you're a girl of course!) P.S. The story overlaps a bit. You'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, or a smartphone, for that matter.

After Freddie typed the email to Sam about the cool new park, he got up from his swivel chair and put it back in the closet where he usually hides it from his mom. If it's one thing she hates, it's swivel chairs!

Freddie backed away from the closet and turned to his laptop. Suddenly, his eyes popped out of his head as they saw new words in his email that said:

P.S. did u get my message?

Freddie was confused. The only message he had sent her since the storm was the email, and why ask if she got the email in the email? Freddie was very logical, so he wouldn't type this. Maybe he was possessed!

Freddie began to ponder, but after only 3 minutes or thinking, his smartphone bleeped with a text. It was from Carly! YES!

But Freddie's face fell as he read it: What do u mean Freddie to ask Sam if she got a message? u already asked her in her email and WHAT message? Is there something I should kno about?

Freddie hurriedly checked his list of recently sent texts and there it was, clear as day! A reminder with a marquee message that said: Message sent to Carly Shay at 9:50 AM Friday, March 23rd.

He read the text, and sure enough, it did ask if Sam had gotten "his message". There was something twisted going on, and he was going to find out… after… he took… a snooze…

Freddie felt a force pushing him towards his bed. He began to feel very sleepy. But it was morning! He tried to resist, but it was too strong. Freddie closed his eyes and entered dreamland, wishing there was some way he could stop this mysterious, supernatural force.

*Dream*

Freddie stepped out of his pixelized apartment and down the steps to find some potted plants, pixelized of course, blocked his way. He pushed through them, toward a tiny voice that sounded faintly like Sam's, calling, "Freddie! Freddie! Find me Freddie!"

Trudging across damp fields of grass, he made his way to Sam's house. He felt an invisible hand push him through her door and up the steps. He entered Sam's room, to see her all glassy-eyed and faraway looking.

"Freddie…" she whispered, walking towards him. "Love me…" She jumped into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck. "Love me…."

Freddie stood still, shocked and surprised. He dropped Sam onto the floor and bolted for her door to find it locked. He could hear her footsteps coming down the stairs. "Why won't you love me, Freddie? We'll live happily ever after…"

Freddie opened a window only to find ANOTHER window. Sam's mystic voice rang through the house. "If you run away from me, Freddie, you will regret it…" She let out a loud cackle.

*End Dream*

Freddie quickly sat upright in his bed and looked at the clock. 11:30 PM! How long had he slept? He calculated in in his brain. 9:50… 11:30… 10 minutes… hour and a half… an hour and forty minutes!

He could vaguely remember sliding into bed, but the dream stayed in his mind, clear as day. Suddenly, an e-mail from Carly appeared on his laptop. Oh shoot! He hadn't shut it down!

The email read:

From: TheChickInPink

To: FreddieBee

Subject: Park

Sam and I would luv to go. Meet us there at 10 tomorrow.

-Carly

P.S. Sam asks if you got her message!

Freddie froze. Was this force trying to get Sam and Freddie together, slowly, he opened his eyes again only to find a jar of red pepper pickles falling towards him. Freddie dodged, barely escaping it. The jar crashed to the floor, causing his mom to run in, wide-eyed.

She patted Freddie everywhere. "Are you hurt? Are you okay? Blah blah yak yak dangerous blah blab yak could have been killed blah yak blab." Freddie tuned out, and his mother began sweeping up the pickles.

In his mind, he could just barely remember Sam's words: "If you run away from me, Freddie, you will regret it!"

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