iCarly FML

Thanks to everyone for reviewing! I really appreciate the tips that you give me, and the encourage! Especially Carl Rahl, for suggesting that I change the filter beforehand. Heres Chapter 2! (already i know but w/e)

Today, I figured out that my boyfriend loved my best friend. After I confessed my love to him and he laughed. FML

Disclaimer: I Could own iCarly... If my name were Dan Schneider...

AT SCHOOL

I walk up to the lockers, minutes before the bell's about to ring, to see the back of my best friend's head sticking out from her locker.

"Hey Sam!" I say, hoping not to sound too cheery.

"Heyw Cawwy," she responds, turning around to expose her mouth, stuffed with... What is that?

"What is that?" I ask, voicing my obvious curiosity.

"It's knockwurst, from our segment with Socko's cousin," says a voice from behind me that I can easily recognize as—

"FREDDIE!" I immediately brighten up and hug him, although he doesn't really hug back, probably watching Sam's monstrous eating habits. I mean I love the girl, but no one with movable thumbs, should eat like a lion.

"Dork," Sam says, greeting him with her usual response as she finishes off her knockwurst.

"Demon," He responds, smirking super sexily like he always does.

"So you guys," I say, trying to delay the inevitable fight that's going to break out somehow, "have you guys been thinking about ideas for the last iCarly?"

"Yeah," said Sam, "I actually have some, so if you guys wanted to like meet up later or.." her sentenced trailed off as if she wanted us to fill in the blank.

"Actually," I say, grabbing Freddie's hand which was surprisingly limp at his side instead of around my waist where it should be, "we have something special planned for tonight, if you don't mind." I give Sam a glance and hope she catches my drift.

"No we don't," Freddie says, ruining my ever-so-smooth plan, "I think we should just all meet up and go over our ideas like usual."

"But Freddiebaby!" I say, hoping that he'll give in, "I had something special planned for tonight! Can we just do it this once? Please," I say, getting in to my patent begging Carly mode, "for me?" He looks at me and sighs; I know I've won this round. By this time, Sam's mock throwing up at my use of the nickname 'Freddiebaby.'

"Fine... But just this once."

"Yay!" The bell rings and we say our goodbyes for now, Sam walks upstairs and I tug on to Freddie's arm so we can walk into class together, looking like the perfect couple that we are.

AFTER SCHOOL

"And the lesson of the story young children, is to-" Luckily, our boring English teacher is cutoff by the sound of the bell, otherwise known as the sound of freedom! I walk out of class; trying to drown out various conversations including what some kids would've done if our teacher had said another word, or what they think Ms. Briggs would look like as a hippopotamus. Thanks to Sam, I can assure you that the sight is in fact hilarious. The only thing I want to think about right now is Freddie. Freddie's face, his eyes, his smile, his hair, his laugh, his everything. And how I love, love, love, love, love, love, love him. Wow that sounded fangirl-like. Oh well. I walk up to the lockers to wait for my normal greeting by Freddie. Every day after school, he'll hug my waist from behind, and whisper 'Hey Beautiful' in my ear. So sappy, but so cute! About five minutes passed, and I saw him walk over from the corner of my eye. I turned towards my locker, preparing myself for the usual greeting when,

"Hey," he says, looking casual as always.

"Oh, hey." I said trying to hide my disappointment. But that doesn't matter, because tonight I'm going to tell him how I feel.

"So what's up with tonight? You told Sam we were going out but we're not..." He said, with an adorable puzzled look on his face.

"Oh, I planned something special for tonight, a very pleasant, surprise." I say, hoping to sound irresistibly mysterious.

"Well okay," He said, looking unfazed 'Dangit.' "I'll have to tell my mom about it but I think she's working the night shift so I should be okay."
"Great!" I say, happy that my plan is falling into place. "So wanna go back to my house and do some... Homework?" God I hope he catches my drift that homework, means making out.

"Actually no, I have an AV meeting to go to. Sorry." Hmm, that's odd. He didn't say sweetie or some other pet name after sorry like usual. Eh, he probably just feels stressed is all.

"Alright Babe, I'll see you tonight, around seven-ish?" He nods and I peck his cheek and walk away, grinning as I usually do. Wait, where's Sam? I stop and turn, and as if right on cue, a plethora of golden curls infiltrated my field of vision.

"Hey Sam!"

"Yo. Where's your little techie gee-" I give her a stern look. "I mean, hunk of man?" She says as she cringes.

I giggle a bit and say "Oh at his usual AV meeting."

Sam looks at me with a face of confusion. "But didn't he have one on Tuesday?"

I think. "Yeah, but don't they have them like every Tuesday and Thursday?"

She shakes her head and perplexment fills my mind. "Carls, they stopped having them twice a week because most of the dorks went out and got lives. And besides, its Friday."

I try to brush it off as no big deal, even though the words are still ringing in my head. "Oh, well they probably had an emergency, since the prom is coming up and all, which reminds me, did you get a dress and date?" I say, looking for a new topic to talk about.

"Oh yeah I got a hot dress, which is surprising, even for me, but Melanie sent me about 4 different dresses and threatened to steal my converse if I didn't wear at least one of them. Worse part is, she's friends with the one of the tech geeks' sister, so she can make sure he can get photographic evidence of what I'm wearing."

"Oh that stinks. Well are they pretty?" I ask, thankful for the easy escape from that awkward situation, and really interested on the fact that THE Sam Puckett is going to wear a legitimate dress.

"They're... Manageable," she said, lacking a better term to describe the probably awesome dresses Melanie picked out(Note to self: Call other Puckett!) "But with a little Sam Puckett magic, they'll be fantastic!" She said, throwing her arms up in to the air to demonstrate the fantasticness of the end product of her altered dresses.

"Okay Sam," I said, laughing a bit, "as long as you don't cut the dresses so that they're a shirt or sometime of pants, I'm sure you'll look fantastic!" I said, mimicking her hand movements.

She put her head down right after I said this though. "Melanie said that's against the rules as well" She mumbled. I laughed at her sister's determination and the fact that I know her so well.

"So are you coming over tonight?" I ask, expecting the usual routine we go through where she asks about our food supply, I answer and then she comes over.

"Nope, I've got other plans."

"Seriously? I mean not to be pushy, but you always come over to my house after school, why change it now?"

"You and Freddie have plans, so I decided to go to the Craft store to pick up some supplies for my dress."

"Aw, come on Sam! Let's hangout! We can do designs for your dresses, then go buy the supplies and do it on the weekend together!"

She rocked back and forth, thinking over her situation. "Well okay, but absolutely NO frilly stuff. This is a Sam Puckett dress, alright?"

"Yes Ma'am!" I say, picking up on the seriousness in her voice when she emphasized the fact that she hates all and everything frilly, excluding me and her sister.

We started walking back to my hou- er, apartment, talking about classes, college, our family, but surprisingly, not about Freddie. But I'm actually relieved about that. I haven't told anyone about the real reason for tonight, and I plan to keep it that way.

There Ya Go! Review and such! Thanks for reading! 3 Kara