Entry in Freddie's Personal Journal, Found Under His Bed With An Empty 'Hustler' Magazine Around It
January 13th, 2009
Sam just cut herself within the last day. I saw it myself, again. Clean cut scabs, pretty narrow. That means she's using one of those craft knife razors, not an actual knife, which would be dull and sort of jagged an wide. Why am I talking about different cutting styles?! The point is: Sam needs to get help before she does something bad, like cut an artery. And the worst part is that Carly still hasn't noticed! I just want to get in her face about it. What do I have to do to show her that Sam is abusing herself? Make a PowerPoint?! I don't know what to do. I think I'll play it out after iCarly tomorrow. Talk to Sam one on one. That should probably do it. Unless she gets made and makes up an excuse, like Dominic (I) used to do. Whatever. Fredward Benson out. Read and Wrote by Freddie (Dominic) 'who is seriously now confused'
Freddie pushed the magazine-journal under the bed, his hand brushing against the metal lock box. Trying to grab it, but since he couldn't get a grip, he looking underneath and used both hands to yank it out. Lifting his mattress, he found the small slit that he had made and pulled out the key to the box. Opening it, he took out his gun (the Glock .45 automatic) and several small canisters. Two were marked with an X and four of them had a VI. There was one with a PC, and various others. He smiled as he found a picture of his real mom. She looked almost exactly like him, but with curly, long hair. He sighed, then put the box back together and locked it, putting everything exactly as it was before heading over to Carly's for the actual filming of iCarly.
Spencer was the one opening the door, and he greeted Freddie warmly.
"Fred-o!" Spencer greeted, hustling him into the apartment. "Check out my newest sculpture. I call it…I have lost all of my creative and witty comments for a short time. Awww! I hate when that happens!"
It was a sculpture that was a UFO made out of only CD's. Interested, Freddie went to investigate and, surprised, found his old Plain White T's CD.
"Hey! What's my Plain White T's CD doing in here?" he asked, wondering if it would be a good idea to try to retrieve it.
"Yours? Sam said it was hers and she already copied them to her computer!" Spencer said, sitting on the couch and slamming his palm on his temple in a feeble effort to get rid of his sculpture naming block.
"Whatever. I haven't even listened to their old stuff in like a year. I guess it's okay if you leave that there."
"Ok. Oh! And the girls are upstairs, getting ready."
"Oh, thanks, Spence. See you later."
"Yep, have fun." Spencer called up to him.
When Freddie was about halfway up the stairs, Spencer suddenly yelled, "UFCD!" Freddie grinned. Maybe smacking yourself in the face worked for Spencer. He opened the iCarly door and walked in, surprised to see that Sam was monkeying around with his laptop.
"Hey! No! That is so wrong right there!"
Sam scoffed. "I know. What are you doing here!"
Freddie was fully prepared to bring forth a snapping come back, but Sam interjected. "The only reason you come to these are so you can goggle Carly while she jumps around, you sick freak."
"Wow, Sam. At least I found someone to like who might in a future occasion might like me back! All the guys at school think you're a freak."
Sam's face tightening with a quick snap of emotion, then went to it's slack, uncaring expression. Freddie instantly regretted saying it, but Freddie was going to take it back, no matter how bad Dominic wanted to. She walked calmly towards him while he pretended to be fixing something on the computer, then punch him in the jaw. He allowed it to hit him, since he had made such a jerk comment, but locked his jaw so that it didn't snap. She then ran towards the bathroom, breathing quick.
"Sam!" Carly and Freddie called at the Sam time, Carly glaring at Freddie.
"Freddie! You know how sensitive Sam is about that!"
Freddie mustered a half hearted scoff. "Sam? Sensitive? No freaking way!"
Carly approached the bathroom, but Freddie grabbed her hand. "No, I'll talk to her. It's my fault."
Carly stared at Freddie, but stood back to allow him to do his work. He knocked on the door, hand on the handle.
"Sam?" he called.
"Go away, douche."
Freddie winced, but continued on anyway. "Come on, Sam. I'm sorry I'm such a douche. I shouldn't have said that. There are plenty of guys attracted to you."
"Just shut up and leave me alone!"
Freddie tried the door, and found that it was locked. Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a small metal rod with a hook on the end and another flat rod. Working quickly, he picked the lock and entered t he bathroom, closing it behind him and locking it. Sam instantly began to attack him, hitting him in the chest before stuffing her face into his shirt, sobbing. Trying to comfort her, he wrapped his arms around his and hugged her, slightly rocking left and right. "I'm sorry I'm such a douche bag," he whispered softly.
She gained control of herself, swallowing and wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm mean to you all the time." She apologized. Freddie scoffed.
"Yeah, right," he said jokingly. He actually did enjoy the banter that the two shared, or at least Dominic did.
"No, I'm serious, I'm such a bitch to you all the time and-" she cut off and began to cry again.
Should I bring up the cutting? Freddie wondered. No, not yet. Later. Some other day. Instead, he began to softly sing. "This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And although she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love it…" he lifted her chin so that they were looking into each others eyes. "When she smiles."
She smiled, hugging Freddie tightly. "You're the coolest dweeb I know."
"That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"Pretty lame, huh."
"Nah, I think it's nice."
They looked at each other for a moment, slowly leaning in towards each other. Shit, we're gonna kiss aren't we? That's when Carly slammed on the door. "Come on! iCarly starts in 5 minutes!"
Sam looked up for a moment. "Save that one for later."
Freddie grinned and nodded. "Save that one for later."
A/N: Yeah, I lied. I thought chapter two would take three days but I had a sudden rush of inspiration. What's weird is I had it while mowing the lawn. That's were I get all my good ideas for some reason. Whatever. I want to thank Celt8s and earth-fairy2006 for reviewing, and 4everyoung, seddie4ever29, and earth-fairy again for adding me to alerts and earth-fairy (AGAIN) as well as Liason4lyfe for adding me to favorites. Wow. I feel loved. Spread the love people and review once more! Fball out.
