Chapter Three
*A/N: So sorry for the delay. So much is going on in my life right now with Thanksgiving and Christmas quickly approaching. I'm trying my hardest to work on this story, but I'm not to sure how fast I'll be able to get it done. I'm slowly losing inspiration to write this because I have so few reviews, but I know that come Friday I'll definitely have the inspiration. Who else is looking forward to iStart A Fan war? I've been waiting since it's announcement. Yay! Anyway, on with the story.*
"You need what?"
"I told you it's a long story. I'll explain it to you later. I need to talk to him, Carls."
"Are you sure, Sam?"
"Yea. I'm sure."
Carly sighed. "Alright."
Sam scribbled down the number Carly gave her and, after promising to call her later to explain, Sam hung up. She came and sat back down next to Catlin with her phone and the piece of paper clutched in her hand. She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She hadn't spoken to Freddie in fourteen and a half years. Would he even want to talk to her? Would he still resent her? Heck, would he even remember her?
Catlin laid a hand on her arm, making her jump. "Are you alright, Sam?"
"Yea. I'm fine, sweetie. Just trying to get up the nerve to call him."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yes, it is. We ended on pretty bad terms, even though we had promised each other that no matter what happened we would remain friends."
Catlin's face fell. "Oh. If it's that hard then don't worry about it."
"No. Catlin, honey, I need to do this. I need to talk to him and apologize. It's been fourteen and a half years since we last spoke. It's time to get over this."
Sam took a deep breath and dialed the number. After about five rings, just as Sam was about to give up, someone picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
Sam felt her heart constrict at that one word. It wasn't Freddie's deep, masculine voice that answered the phone. It was a woman's.
"Hello?"
"I-I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number. I was looking for Freddie Benson."
"This is his residence. Mr. Benson is out right now. I'm the maid. Can I take a message?"
"Is there a number I can reach him on? It's kind of important."
"Yes. He has his cell phone with him. One moment."
Sam heard some paper shuffling and then the woman came back on the line. She gave Sam his cell number and hung up.
Sam dialed the number in her phone, knowing this time she would be getting Freddie and silently asking herself if she was ready for this. After a slight nudge from Catlin, she dialed the last number and put the phone to her ear. This time when the phone was picked up, she felt her knees weaken at the voice.
"Freddie Benson, here."
Sam didn't say anything for a minute or two, trying to find the right words.
"Hello? Is someone there? If you're selling something, I'm not interested."
"Hi, Freddie."
She heard something fall and then heard a curse from Freddie. His shocked voice came back on the phone. "Sam?"
Sam lightly laughed. "After all this time, you still recognize my voice."
"How can I not? I spent enough time listening to it." She could hear the smile in his voice. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"We need to talk."
"You haven't spoken to me in almost fifteen years and call me out of the blue to tell me we need to talk. What the hell, Sam?"
"You know, you never use to curse like this."
"That's cause some blonde-headed demon corrupted me. Don't change the subject, Sam. What's going on?"
"I told you. We need to talk."
"So, talk."
"No, Freddie. In person. Face to face."
She heard him curse again.
"What do you keep doing?"
"Burning myself. Where do you even live, Sam?"
"Seattle. Not to far from Bushwell Plaza."
"Well, well. Lucky for you."
Sam quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Cause I'm at Bushwell Plaza right now."
"What are you doing there?"
"Helping my mom with something. Which is why I'm burning my damn hand."
"Freddie!"
Sam laughed as she heard Marissa Benson's shocked voice yell at her only child.
"Mom, knock it off. I'm over thirty. Get over it. Look, Sam, give me your address and I'll be there as soon as I'm done here."
"Alright." She rattled off her address to him and they hung up.
"So? Is he coming?"
Sam laughed at her enthusiasm. "Yes, sweetie. He is. Be patient."
"So what's he like, Sam?"
"I couldn't tell you now, but when we were kids he was the biggest dork in the world."
"I don't get it."
Sam snapped her fingers. "I know. I have copies of iCarly around here somewhere."
"iCarly?"
Sam once more had her head buried in the closet as she rummaged around. "A web show Carly, Freddie and I did. It was really popular at the time. Ah ha!" She emerged triumphant with a DVD in her hand.
She stuck it in the DVD player and plopped down on the couch next to Catlin. She hit play on the remote and next thing she saw was a thirteen year old Carly.
Carly: "I'm Carly."
Sam: "And I'm Sam."
Both: "And this is iCarly."
For almost a half an hour, they sat there and watched old episodes of iCarly. Catlin thought it was absolutely hilarious, especially the way Sam and Freddie acted.
At the end of the wedgie bounce episode, there was a knock on the front door. Sam shut the TV off and then stiffened. She turned and looked at Catlin.
"He's here."
Catlin sat up straight. "D-Do I look alright, Sam?"
"You look fine, honey. He won't care. He'll only care that he'll get to see you."
"Alright."
She got up and went to answer the door. She opened the door and felt her heart start to pound. There in front of her stood the one person that could make her lose her mind. The one and only Freddie Benson.
"Freddie."
A huge grin broke out on Freddie's face. "Hi, Sam. You look amazing as always."
She rolled her eyes. "Alright, Casanova. Enough flattery. Get in here already."
Freddie walked past her into the house. "So what's this all about, Sam? I'm still really confused."
She sighed. "Follow me."
He followed her into the living room. In there, on the couch, sat a brunette who seemed familiar to him though he knew he had never met her. "Who's this?"
"This is Catlin Reynolds. Catlin, this is Freddie Benson."
"H-Hi, Mr. Benson."
"Hi, Catlin and please call me Freddie."
"Okay, Freddie." Catlin could feel her face heat up in embarrassment upon setting eyes on him.
Freddie looked at Sam with an eyebrow raised. "This doesn't answer my question, Sam."
"Freddie, this is-"
Catlin interrupted her. "Mr. Benson, I'm your daughter."
*A/N: Dun dun dun! Freddie is back! What did you think? Please review! I have so many hits but so few reviews. Please and thank you. *
