iTranslate

disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

chapter 3: translate a date

Freddie's POV:

This whole Adan and Sam situation was making me so sour I'm surprised I haven't pickled yet. Sam always wants to talk to him. After every class, there she is, waiting eagerly by the door. I've tried to slip out on numerous occasions, but she's got some very impressive reflexes. I struggle to get away, flopping like a fish out of water, but she holds onto my arm with a death-grip. I've got bruises!

It's always the same thing, 'Freddork! Tell him hi!' 'Fredwad! Ask him how he's doing!' 'Fredly! Say I'll see him later!'… ugh. I can't keep having this conversation over and over again. I swear, after this class is over I'll gnaw my own arm off to get away. I don't really need that arm… I can hold my camera with one… *sigh* no I can't.

*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING* the bell rang, screaming out that it's time for another torturous episode of the Sam and Adan show. I got up and dragged my feet to the door. My heart beat picked up as I passed through the wooden frame. I knew who was lurking just out of sight. One step. Another step… a third step. Where the heck is she?

No claws digging into my skin, roughly pulling me to her side, cutting off circulation. What was going on? Where was her touch? Where was her hot breath tickling my neck, whispering orders and threats in my ear? Where was her celebration of pinches and punches raining down on me after Adan leaves? Where was she?

I felt my face contort in disappointment as I scanned the hallway full of scurrying children. My grip on my books dropped as I spotted them. I watched Sam's head throw backward in laughter and my school supplies hit the floor. I couldn't stop staring as she threw a friendly punch at his shoulder. He took it. He didn't complain, he didn't pull back, he just smiled. And she smiled.

No. That's not right. I should be there. I mean, that's what Principal Franklin said. I have a duty to translate for him and I can't just leave them hanging… that wouldn't be right. I have to butt in… for them.

I strode determinedly over to the two of them, "Hey! What are we talking about over here?" I asked, my eyes uncontrollably wide, the left one twitched slightly.

Sam answered me through giggles and smiles, "I have no idea, Fredderly help me."

My face was awarded with a smirk. I knew she needed me. I spoke to Adan, "Hello. Can I translate anything for you?" I asked him in Spanish.

I felt Sam's smile behind me. "Yes, please. Tell her that she is beautiful and I would like her to go out with me Friday night." He said.

I looked over to Sam, "He says you're beautiful and he wants to go out with you Friday." I repeated. Her face just glowed. I grinned as her eyes glinted in excitement. I caused that.

"Tell him that'd be awesome" She breathed, a smirk playing across her lips.

I turned to him. Anything for Sam. "She says that would be great." I watched his face brighten like hers. His face. His face talking to her… I blinked in realization. My smile dripped off my face.

"Goodbye Sam" he told her in a heavy accent then walked casually out of sight.

"Bye…" she let out dreamily, her gazed shooting right passed me and connecting with his disappearing figure. I turned to her expectantly, trying to figure out what just happened.

She just grinned like he did and walked off in the opposite direction, never glancing once at me.

I stood there dumbfounded. What did I just translate?

"Oh my gosh Sam! I'm so happy for you!" Carly squealed, scooping Sam up in a hug.

"…grrrrmph…" I grumbled to myself as I sat on the couch and tried to focus on the TV.

"You guys look so cute together! I love this! I just love this!" Carly continued.

"…uuuungh…" I moaned a little louder, sticking out my tongue slightly in repulsion.

"I'm gunna make you look so good this Friday he won't be able to take his eyes off you!" The perky brunette continued to stir up the ache in my stomach.

"…greuuubgh…" I let out in disgust.

"Geez Freddina, you sound like you're gunna barf. Take it into the bathroom; no one wants to hear that." Sam commented over her shoulder at me.

"You know what Sam-" I started.

"What?" she snapped.

"STOP IT!" Carly cut in before anything could happen. I felt the dangerous connection of rage and competition wither away as Sam's eyes pealed from mine. I tried to start breathing normally again and get over the intensity of the moment and move on, but it's hard with her. We're always on edge, one little thing could push us over. And once you've fallen off the edge you have to defy gravity to get back up. Apparently Carly has that power because Sam seemed completely fine again. I sat back into the couch and dove back into TV land.

The girls' eager chattering was blocked out for a while and I was finally at peace. But of course that couldn't last.

I caught the end of one of Sam's sentences once I heard myself mentioned. "-and hopefully Benson doesn't kill the mood."

"Excuse me?" I broke in, leaning over the back of the couch to speak.

"Yeah, I mean it dude, you better be ready to back off when necessary." Her boldness was concentrated on one hip and an eye brow raise. I studied her closely and realization sunk in.

I sprung up from my seat. "Wait, wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I am NOT going on your date with you!" I hollered, raising and waving my arms.

"Um, yeah, you have to! I can't even talk to the guy without your dorky help!" She debated.

"Well that's your problem, not mine!" I bit back.

She raised a fist and stomped towards me. "Not your problem? I'll give you a problem-"

"STOP STOP STOP!" Carly cried out and pulled Sam back by the shoulders. I knew Sam could easily break free of Carly's hold but she didn't. Sam never fought physically against Carly, even when she is so mad she can't see straight. I always admired that in her. I just wish she'd use some of that restraint on me.

"I don't care what you threaten to do to me; I am not tagging along on your date." I told her firmly, so she knew I was serious.

She just scoffed and smiled. "I'll tell your mom." She said simply.

"Tell my mom what?" I asked.

"I'll think of something." She said coolly, an evil smile promising it would be bad. But that threat didn't really bother me. I deal with my mom's craziness on a regular basis and after a while I could get her to calm down. I was about to rub this in Sam's face before she walked too far away but Carly spoke up first.

"Sam! Before you go we should pick out what hair style you're going to have!" She called out excitedly.

Sam spun back around, "Why do we have to do that now?" she whined, sagging a little for emphasis.

"Because it's fun!" Carly told her as she took her hand and hauled her into her room, "At first I was thinking you should have it up, but no. You need something that surrounds your face" I pictured how Sam's hair always looks… like a golden picture frame, "and then he can't help but reach up…" I didn't like where this was going, "and run his fingers through…" alarm sparked inside me, "until his hands stop around your face, then he'll lean in and-"

"I'll do it!" I shouted.

They both turned to look at me confused, "Do what?" Sam asked.

"I'll come on the date, I'll translate." I clarified quickly.

"Why would you do that?" Carly asked incredulously. My stomach did a flip-flop with nerves.

I thought quickly, "Uh, because I don't want Sam to say anything to my mom." I gave a sincere half smile, nod of the head and shoulder shrug.

"Fine, dorkwad. Be at my house around six-ish."

And that was that. I was going on Sam's date… How on earth was this supposed to work?

Yay! Another chappie is up! I do enjoy writing in Freddie's POV when he's so clueless, hehehehe… anyway. I've got ideas for a lot of long-term stuff and some upcoming stuff, but I'd love your suggestions. Please review them!

And tell me how this chapter went, did you like it? Did you hate it? Too long? Too short? Too detailed? Too general? Out of character? Not believable? TELL ME!

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