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Disclaimer: I do not own Icarly...but I do own a pair of green socks :)
"FREDDIE!" shrieks a familiar voice, "where HAVE you been!"
"Same place as always, Mom," I sigh, "Carly's."
"Oh, okay, well, it's just that I'm going to miss you SO much, because you're going away for the whole summer, and I just don't know what I'm going to do without my Fredbear," rambles Mrs. Benson, "and sometimes I just wonder if letting you go was a good decision and maybe I should make you stay home with me and we could go to Color-Me-Pot and – "
"MOM," I say, trying to keep my mother from any further rambling, "Spencer will be there and I'm going to be a junior next year. I will be FINE."
Mrs. Benson sighs and says, "Well, alright. You're growing up so fast!"
"I know, Mom, I know," I quickly say as I head towards my room to pack before she could pull me into a bone-crushing hug or try to convince me I'm sick and need to stay home.
I swiftly shut the door behind me and lock the door. I chuckle to myself, remembering how difficult it was to get that lock on my door. It's one of the conditions of me returning home after I "moved out," if sleeping on Carly's couch every night while renting out a utility room I barely ever occupied counts as moving out.
I turn around and span my room. My room hasn't changed since iCarly had begun, but I have. I've grown at least a foot and could finally pin down Carly (and even Sam) with ease. Other than the physical stuff, my interests have changed too. The Galaxy Wars bedspread is now the most hated thing in my room. Not only is it excruciatingly dorky, it also glows in the dark. It was cool when I was kid, but now, it just keeps me away from the little time I have to sleep after cramming for a test, or editing . That is one thing I would not be packing.
Packing! I have totally forgotten about that, and realize I have been laying on my irritating bedspread for half an hour. Boy, I'm tired. I only got five hours of sleep the night before, cramming for finals. But now, it's over and I have an entire summer of the Shays, Sam, and the open road. I smile as I rise from the bed and kneel in front of the already over flowing suitcases I have packed; one for tech things, and another for my stuff. I have triple checked the tech one already, that was easy, but the personal one is dfifficult. What do I bring? What do I need? What if I forget something?
I take a deep breath and laugh at myself. Chill out, Freddie. I double check the list I made. Everything is accounted for. Now, I should –
"FREDDIE!" my Mom screeches from the other side of the locked door.
"What, Mom?" I holler back. I am not going to open the door and risk a sobbing mother collapsing on top of me.
"Open this door immediately! I have something for you!" She says. I sigh and walk to the door. My hand lingers on the doorknob, wondering if I should open it or not.
"FREDDIE!" insists Mrs. Benson. I groan and open the door. I start laughing the second I see what she has in her hands. In her left, is a plate of cucumber cups, and in her right is a handle to a huge red suitcase with a white cross on it and the words "FIRST-AID."
"No," I manage to choke out through my fits of laughter.
"Yes! Please? It's the least I could do," she argues.
"Mom, I'm only allowed one suitcase personal suitcase and the tech stuff for iCarly," I explain, wiping tears from my eyes.
"Well, maybe Spencer will let you bring-"
"No, Mom. We'll be fine," I say cutting her off before she can say anything else.
"Fine," she says defeated, "At least eat these cucumber cups."
"Alright," I agree, even though they are disgusting. I force one down my throat and smile. She smiles back and eats one too.
"Ok, well I'm going to get to bed early tonight, big day tomorrow," I say.
"Right. Well, I won't have a lot of time to say goodbye to you in the morning because I have to be at work early tomorrow, so I just wanted to say I love you and I will miss you so much, Fredward," she says as a tear rolls down her cheek.
"I love you too, Mom," I say as I pull her into a hug, "and I'll always have my phone with me, so you can always reach me."
"O-Okay," she says, crying now as she squeezed him tighter. I let her hug me for a few moments, until I eventually remove her constricting arms from me.
"'Night, Mom," I say.
"Goodnight, Fredward," she says as she turns to walk back down the hallway with the plate and gigantic first-aid kit.
I shut the door again, but don't lock it. I change into a pair of flannel pants and survey the room once more, double checking if there is anything I forgot to pack. I scan from my bed, to my door, to my desk and then I stop. On the end of my desk is a picture frame. This is the only thing that has changed in my room. What previously was a framed picture of Carly with hearts around her, is now a framed picture of Sam and I, in one of the rare moments where she isn't abusing me or me glaring at her. It is my absolute favorite picture, and my favorite thing in my room. I pick it up, and place it safely on the top of my stuff in my suitcase. I zip it shut and crawl into bed under the ugly bedspread. This is the last time I will have to sleep under this terrible bedspread all summer. This is going to be the best summer ever.
Wow, that was actually kind of difficult to write...but I hope you liked it! So please review and tell me what you think!
Beeteedubs, who just saw iGotAHotRoom? GREAT right? it seemed short to me...but so funny! When you review (WHICH YOU WILL) tell me what you thought of iGotAHotRoom...I'm curious of my lovely readers thoughts :)
