It's the second chapter! DADA DA DAAAAA
I don't own iCarly, but I do own my imagination.
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Spencer's P.O.V.
Spencer quickly got dressed and ran out of the apartment. Today was Freddie's birthday. He didn't want to sit around there and listen to Mrs. Benson remember, nor did he just want to lie around. Maybe if he waited at the smoothie shop long enough, she'd leave. They would all leave and he could go back and mope. Mope about how he doesn't have Freddie. That at this rate, he'd be alone forever.
When Spencer finally reached the smoothie place, he was feeling better. Better in the way that he was out of that breakfast. Out and pretending that everything was fine. That he'd see Freddie later. He walked up to the counter, and ordered a Berry-Berry Surprise. It was one of their newer concoctions, and it didn't say what it was made out of. Spencer just guessed that it had what it's name said, Berry's. He sat down and felt like someone was watching him.
Spencer peaked out of the corner of his eye, and just saw a man in a button down shirt and jeans, with a cap over his face, reading the newspaper on his table. Spencer wished he could go over there and take off the cap, because the mystery man had hair the same color as Freddie, which wasn't unusual, a lot of people had brown hair.
But there was just something about this person. Spencer decided to ignore him, and try to see if he could draw the guy without looking, so that he'd have the guy forever pinned down on paper. Maybe that would help him figure out what was so important about this man. Spencer drew the curve of his cap, then the little peaking chin, then his neck, and the rest of his body. He drew in his clothing, and stared at it. Most people would be blown away at the way he had captured him, but all that mattered to Spencer was the fact that the build of this man was like Freddie's.
But it couldn't be Freddie, could it? No way in hell it could be. He had gone away. Said he was going far away. What if he hadn't? What if he had been in Seattle the whole time? –The idea both annoyed him and made him happy. If Freddie had never left after all, why did he avoid them like they didn't matter?- Stop thinking this way, Spencer, he thought to himself. You need to think clearly. It probably wasn't Freddie anyways. He wouldn't show up here if he didn't want to see us.
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Freddie's P.O.V.
Spencer had stopped drawing, and seemed to be thinking of something. Freddie watched as he curled his hand into a fist and watched as he uncurled it. What had Spencer thought of that made him so angry? Freddie hoped that it wasn't him. But if it was… Then that meant Spencer cared!
Freddie had stopped paying attention to the world outside of Spencer, and was shocked when he noticed a blonde walking up to Spencer. He quickly realized that it was Sam… Touching Spencer on the shoulder and speaking to him. Freddie could hear what they were saying.
"Hey, buddy. You have to get back to breakfast. Carly's worrying." Sam said, placing her hand on his head and stroking his hair. Freddie was furious and jealous. How come Sam got to do all those things? The things that Freddie could only dream of doing?
"I don't want to go back. Can you tell Carly that I'll be back later?" Spencer said, looking up at Sam. Sam just nodded and walked off. It was incredibly short of a conversation, but Freddie stuck to every word and movement of it.
When Sam passed by, he tightened up. Hoping that she wouldn't notice him. If she did, he'd be out in the open. They'd be angry at him. Angry for his leaving and angry that he couldn't give a good explination at all. They'd claim he was selfish. Freddie agreed that he was, but at the same time, it was to preserve himself.
He looked back at Spencer, who seemed to be staring at whatever he drew, before turning and looking straight at Freddie. Of course, Freddie acted like a normal person would after being caught staring. He looked away. He pretended to be more interested in his drink than he was at Spencer. Freddie heard Spencer get up, and walk towards him. Freddie began to freak out on the inside. What was going on?
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Spencer's P.O.V.
Sam came into the shop, scaring the hell out of Spencer. He didn't know she knew his hiding spot, but it seemed like she does.
"Hey, buddy. You have to get back to breakfast. Carly's worrying." Sam said, putting her arm on his head, and stroking Spencer's hair. Spencer felt like melting. Whenever Sam did that he liked to pretend that Freddie would do the same.
"I don't want to go back. Can you tell Carly I'll be back later?" Spencer said, looking up at her. Sam just nodded before making her way out of the store. Spencer looked down at his drawing again, before feeling the stare of the drawing subject again. Spencer turned again to look at the man, who looked away and was obviously pretending that his smoothie cup was more interesting than anything else in the world.
Spencer got up, grabbed his things, and decided to join the stranger that reminded him so much of Freddie.
"Why, Hello there, I'm Spencer. I haven't seen you around here before, are you new?" Spencer asked, smiling at the stranger. Who seemed to stiffen when he sat down.
"Hello, I'm….." The stranger said, before standing up and putting the paper under his arm. "Leaving." He added, before running out. For some strange reason, Spencer had the feeling that he should follow him. If he didn't, he had the feeling that he would miss out on a chance to be truly happy again.
"Hey, wait!" Spencer called out, holding all his stuff, AND the man's smoothie, as he ran after him. The man seemed to know the way around the place, but when he reached his car, he seemed to be fumbling quite a lot. He also kept looking back at Spencer, almost daring him to get close enough to take off his cap.
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Freddie's P.O.V.
To Freddie's dismay, Spencer indeed went up to him, and sat at his table.
"Why, Hello there, I'm Spencer. I haven't seen you around here before, are you new?" Spencer asked, smiling at him. Freddie stiffened. There Spencer was, sitting irresistibly close. And he didn't know that he was sitting across from Freddie.
"Hello, I'm….." Freddie said, before freaking and picking up his things quickly, stuffing the paper under his arm. "Leaving." He decided, before running out. He knew Spencer was following him, he could hear it in the way that he wasn't the only one running on the packed Seattle streets.
"Hey, wait!" Spencer called out. Freddie weighed the idea of listening to him, to the idea of getting away. Getting away held more pros. Freddie finally reached his car, but he couldn't keep his fingers from shaking. He couldn't help but drop his keys before finding the right one. He couldn't help but look back at Spencer, who had all his things, a jacket, a drawing book, and two smoothies. Only Spencer would care that someone left behind a smoothie, Freddie smiled. Maybe he should wait… But he couldn't, he wouldn't.
Spencer reached him before he could find the right key after dropping them for the fourth time since getting to his car.
"Hey, buddy, you forgot this." Spencer said, passing it to Freddie, just the way that they're hands grazed each others made Freddie drop his keys. He felt weightless. Happier than he had been in a while. Happier than the time that Carly had kissed him.
"Thanks." Freddie answered, remembering his manners at a time like this was a feat. His heart was beating fast and furious. Spencer was so close. Close enough that if he wanted to, he could just lean in and kiss him.
"So… I'm sorry if I freaked you out, it's just you remind me of someone I haven't seen in a while." Spencer said, putting his sketch book on Freddie's car hood, to put on his jacket.
"It's alright." Freddie said. So far Spencer had done most of the talking. Freddie had only said about six words.
"So, like I said, I'm Spencer, and I'm pretty sure your name isn't Leaving, or Stranger man." Spencer said, teasing Freddie.
"Yes, actually, it's Leaving." Freddie said, laughing enough to let Spencer know it wasn't actually Leaving.
"Well then, Leaving, you wouldn't mind me taking off your cap, would you?- I've been dying to find out who you are." Spencer asked. Freddie felt like dying, Spencer wanted to know who he was. And he couldn't leave, because that would be rude.
"Sure." Freddie said, his heart in his throat as Spencer lifted his cap off. Freddie wished he could jest die as his eyes met the elder males. Spencer's eyes held a bunch of different emotions after the cap wasn't hiding Freddie. Shock, Confusion, Joy, Desire, Lust, and finally, Anger. Freddie got a little worried, but before he could say anything… Spencer kissed him. Freddie was shocked, but soon he was just as much into the kiss as Spencer. He grabbed at Spencer, lacing his hands into Spencer's soft, silky hair. Spencer pulled Freddie against him, putting his arms around Freddie tightly.
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