A/N: Chapter 2.
Wreck
Sam's POV
I knew I must look like a complete wreck. I was sure that my already flyaway hair was becoming a complete mess and I was out of breath from running quite a few blocks and up the stairs of the Bushwell apartment. I had been too impatient to wait for the bus and there was absolutely no way I was going to wait for the elevator, so by the time I reached the 8th floor, I could barely knock let alone wheeze out the single word I needed to, "Carly,"
I used up what was left of my energy to knock on the door again after there was no answer, then slid down against the door and sighed, she clearly wasn't home. The door across the hall creaked open and a brunette teenager peeked around it, "Oh… I thought I heard someone," he announced, then he took in my appearance and was immediately kneeling on the floor beside me, "Sam, are you okay?"
I was finally catching my breath so I nod, and motioned behind me. Thankfully the nub understood, "She went to the junkyard with Spencer, she'll be back soon. Why? What's going on?"
I shook my head, I wanted to keep this a secret, I wanted Carly to be the first one to know, and yet at the same time I was bursting to tell someone and Frederly was still kneeling right in front of me. While I was going through the mental dilemma, Freddie noticed what I had clutched in my hand.
"What are those envelopes?" he asked, "C'mon you can tell me."
"Can we go into your apartment first?" I asked, not believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. Freddie nodded and stood up offering me a hand which I ignored despite my exhaustion, pushing myself up.
Freddie closed the still open door behind me, and leads me to his bedroom, "Have a seat," he said, but by the time it's out of his mouth, I've already flopped onto his bed.
I smirked, "Nice sheets," I mumbled into the Galaxy War printed fabric.
"Okay, so, you going to tell me what's in the envelopes?" He asked, completing ignoring my jibe, which further irritated me.
"Fine." I sighed, all fighting energy drained from long and now pointless run across town and up several flights of stairs, "There all replies from the colleges I've applied for."
"Wow, I didn't even know you had applied," Freddie said.
"Carly made me, and she promised she'd be here so we could open my rejections together," I explained.
"Sam, they might not all be rejections," he said, gently.
"How do you know? It's not like you had any trouble getting into the Ivy League school, Freducation. I mean, my marks improved, but they're still not the best." I continued to mumble into the sheets covering his bed.
I groaned. Suddenly, I felt the mattress sink a little, and the familiar scent that just is Freddie, surrounded me, I felt him, gently pry the envelopes from my fingers, there were four in all. He cleared his throat, "Do you want to do them all at once or one at a time?"
I sat up slowly, and turned so we were facing each other, "One at a time." Freddie nodded and put his hands behind his back.
"Right or left?" he asked innocently.
"Right," I answered automatically.
He pulled out two envelopes and laid them on the bed between us, "Right or left?" he repeated, and I rolled my eyes.
"Right," I repeated reaching out for the one of my right.
"Well, that's actually my left, but we'll go with it," Freddie smiled at me, encouraging me to open the envelope. I slid my finger under the flap and then opened the folded letter with a shaky breath.
Miss Puckett,
We're sorry to inform you that we cannot accept you into the program of your choice at this time. We are pleased to inform you, however that you have been put on the waiting list for Culinary Arts.
I crumpled the letter and felt a sting at my eyes, I blinked, no tears, not in front of Freddie. "So that's a no then?" Freddie asked reaching for the letter, but I pushed him out of the way.
"Waiting list," I muttered, "I'm just not their first choice,"
"Well, that school was too far away from Seattle anyway," Freddie announced, "Next one."
I looked up at Freddie, "What do you mean, too far away from Seattle? I want to get as far away as possible…"
"Oh," Freddie said, pushing the next envelope towards me.
I ripped the envelope open this time and unfolded the letter hastily, preparing for the worst.
Miss Puckett,
We're pleased to inform you that we have accepted you into the Seattle Community College for both Culinary Arts and Drama for Film and Television. We looking forward to hearing your reply by the date of May 21st.
We look forward to seeing you,
Mark Pearson
Head of Admissions
Seattle Community College
"Is Seattle close enough for you?" I asked Freddie mockingly.
"You got in?" I nodded, and he hugged me, "Congrats Sam!"
"We still have tomorrow to open, and I'm sure they'll both be nos. They are both for schools in New York City, since Carly's going to NYU, and even though there are just colleges, I mean, who would want me anyway? My grades are in the toilet, and the only extra-curricular I have is detention."
"Sam, relax," Freddie said, taking my hands and placing the third envelope in them, "C'mon where's the Puckett I know? The one who's not afraid of anything, the one who is proud of who she is,"
I smiled slightly at Freddie's words as I tore open the third letter.
Miss Samantha Puckett,
We are sorry to inform you… blah blah blah, same as the first letter.
"Well?" Freddie asked tentatively as I stare at the rejection letter in my hand.
"Just what I thought," I said disgustedly, throwing the letter onto the clean floor of Fredward's room. "Forget the last one Freddie, I know what it's going to say." And I stand preparing to exit the room, when I hear the last envelope ripped open.
"Hey! It's against the law to open other people's mail!" I shouted, not really sure if that was the truth as I turned and faced Freddie again.
"Don't you want to know what it says?" he asked, looking up at me from his seated position.
I shook my head no, but I didn't move and my heart beat faster and I saw that faint glimmer of hope once more,"Yes…" I whispered.
Freddie stood and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, half-heartedly I wrapped my arms around his back, "You got in," he whispered in my ear.
I pulled away shocked, "I got in?" I half-question half-shouted.
"Congratulations, Sam, you got in, for the program of your choice too," He informed me, "Are you going to go there?"
I nodded excitedly, "I GOT IN!" I shouted, launching myself back into his arms, "I'm going to college! And I'm going with Carly to New York City!"
Freddie stumbled back a little to adjust to the sudden addition of my weight, laughing at my excitement. He placed his hands on my waist, and steadied both of us as I announced, "I have to tell Carls!" and I stepped away from Freddie to search for my phone. In my haste to leave earlier I realized that I must have left my phone on my bed. Freddie holds out his PearPhone, "Here, you tell her, it's your news."
And as I grabbed the phone from his hand, I said the words that I thought I would never say to Fredbag, "Hey, thanks a lot Fredwina, for everything."
He just smiled in return.
A/N: Aw, Sam is nervous and it's cute. I just think that if Sam did apply to college she would want Carly to be there with her. And Freddie's just being a good friend. Or is he? Haha, I always think that Freddie and Sam have to acknowledge their friendship, not ignore it in order for them to progress. Also, on that note, I am sooo excited for iOMG, but I am prepared for a twist at the end. That's the iCarly way.
