DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own iCarly, Narnia, Superman, or even the word "Duck" the way that I have used it… But Kels I hope you don't mind me stealing it.
"How did I get in your apartment anyway?" Sam asked curiously after finishing off the last piece of bacon.
"You don't remember?" Freddie said, trying to delay telling her as long as possible. Although he knew exactly what happened, he still didn't know how she would react. Would she freak out because he hadn't let her "go to Narnia," would she be relived that he stopped it, or would she be discussed with herself and feel that she couldn't show her face around him ever again? He had no idea what would happen when he told her, or even if he was going to tell her. Should he? Doesn't she have a right to know? And that scariest question that was running through his mind, if he didn't tell her, would it happen again? What if it did happen again and he couldn't resist the temptation? He just had too many questions running through his mind.
"Not really," she said, breaking his train of thought, although he was relieved to be broken out of it, only Superman knows what other things he would have thought of.
"Oh well… we were over at Carly's but then her and Spencer had to go to their grandpa's, so we had to leave. But then you got tired and didn't feel like going home, so you took a nap in my bed," he lied. He knew it wasn't a very good lie, there were so many holes in it, What if she asked Carly about it? Then she'd know for sure that he had lied to her, and be suspicious of what had really happened. It was such a big mess… how could one person deal with all of this?
"That makes sense," she began, while walking over and plopping down on his couch. "What time is it anyway?"
He looked at his watch and replied, "3:57."
"A.M.?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I guess time really flew by," he said, moseying over to the living room and joining her on the couch.
"I guess… why were you making bacon at nearly four in the morning?"
"I was hungry?" he said trying to make it a statement, but it happened to come out as a question.
"Then why didn't you eat any of it?" she asked.
"You beat me to it," he answered, continuing to make his web of lies bigger and bigger.
"You could have told me to stop eating it," she answered with a shrug.
"It's okay… the smell filled me up," he said, not even knowing if you could get full off of smell.
"How wonderful for you."
"Yeah I guess."
(Haha I just realized that I have no idea where I'm taking this story. Hmmm I guess I'll see as I write. I wonder if there's any famous writer that sits down to their computer and just starts typing and has no idea where they're going to take the story, or even what the story is yet….)
Sam fell back asleep a few minutes later. She slowly sunk down from her sitting position and laid her head across his lap. "This isn't awkward at all," he muttered to himself.
"Freddie? Is that you?" she asked, once again in a deep sleep.
He sighed before he answered in a monotone, "Yes it is I, all might Freddie, king of all that is good."
Sam started to laugh, and then she started to laugh even harder as if what he had just said registered in her mind.
Freddie felt her begin to slip of off his lap, and pulled her closer to him.
"Oh my," Sam said in her most childish voice,
"What?" he asked, having no idea what she was talking about.
"I can fell that the Golden Lollypop is near."
"… You can?" he asked with a slight hesitation.
"Yes. I must take it to the Queen of Narnia-" she begun.
"So that she can put it in the Hole of Destiny," he finished.
"Yes, I don't want all of the little creatures to die, I don't have enough time to give them all proper funerals," she said with deep concern in her voice.
"I think the little creatures will be fine," he muttered, not really intending for her to hear it.
"Why is that?" she asked, "Do you know something about them that I don't?"
"Yeah… they don't need the Queen of Narnia to put the Golden Lollypop into the Hole of Destiny anymore."
"Oh, but they do, they told me themselves," she said, seeming to know way more about this than he did, which of course she did, on account of it was her little fantasy.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," he said while once again grabbing at the button on his pants. Except this time she managed to get it undone, along with his zipper, before he noticed.
"Sam?" he said, kind of curious if how far this would go if he didn't stop it.
She lay on his lap silently for a few minutes until she started to scream. "Freddie," she screamed at him, still lying across his lap.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Why am I lying on you, and why the duck are your pants undone?" he screamed at the top of her lungs, while sitting up.
"You-" he started to answer, but before he could, she stormed out.
Well I hope you liked it. : D Anyway…well I guess there really isn't an anyway this time… hmmm I guess I'll just end it with one simple, small request, and that would be that you REVIEW.
