Reviewers I love you guys! Thank u all past reviewers, current, and new! Thanks guys I really appreciate it. Also, Freddie and Sam are gonna talk a little about Science and I'm going to write what I think happened to Freddie's dad. Oh also in this story ilostmymind never happened.
Freddie sighed. Of course. Why couldn't Mackenzie and his stupid gang do their math homework themselves? He kicked the locker.
"Stupid jerks, maybe they should get a tutor and actually learn to do something other than crushing girl's heart's and bullying people." he said to himself.
He glared at the boys. But then quickly looked away as they turned around to look at him.
"Have something to say Benson?" asked Mackenzie.
Freddie stared at them, unsure of what to say.
"Spit it out nerd!" shouted Drew.
"I-I-I d-don't have a-anything to s-say!" said Freddie.
"Then keep your mouth shut! Here let me help!" said Billy.
Billy punched Freddie in the stomach. The fist sent a burn into Freddie's chest..Freddie's knees buckled under him. He fell to the ground. He couldn't breathe. He gasped for air. He wanted to scream at Mackenzie and his Gang. But he didn't. He was too scared. And he couldn't breathe. He was so tired. But he needed air. Badly.
Billy laughed at him. Then Drew. Then Mackenzie.
"C'mon Kenzie why can't we pull him up by his hair and slam his head into the locker or something?" said Drew.
"Sorry guys, you know I love a good fight even though I know Freddy's a pussy and couldn't beat us if life depended on it. But there's too many witnesses." said Mackenzie.
"Why don't we just beat them up?" asked Billy.
"Because if teacher see we can't beat them up now can we?" said Mackenzie.
"True." said Drew. "Sadly."
"Well no one will see this!" said Mackenzie.
He kicked Freddie in the stomach. The group snickered. Freddy tried to breathe.
"Wait a minute I didn't get a turn." said Drew.
"Go right on ahead." said Mackenzie.
Drew kicked him in the stomach. Freddy gasped for air. He coughed. And again. And again. He coughed a few more time's. The boys laughed as they walked away.
"Good luck talking with your big mouth now!" said Billy as he walked away.
The boys laughed again and walked out the building. Leaving Freddie, trying to stop coughing. Then he felt something a little under his chest. He looked down. Blood! Freddie knew his mom would be worried call the principal, the teachers, the president! What would Carly and Sam do? Upset because he got hurt? Or. The worst. Would they laugh at him? Stand there and laugh? At how weak he was.
What if they were embarrassed? Would they kick him out of iCarly? Would they stop hanging out with him? All he had was the girls, Gibby, and Spencer. Would they feel the same? Freddie panicked still trying to breath. What if they saw him? What if Sam thought he was a wimp and wouldn't even tease him anymore? What if Carly never talked to him again?
Or what if they felt betrayed? Angry because he didn't trust them with this? Upset? Because he lied to them? Hurt? Because he didn't care what they thought? Or maybe they'd think he didn't want their help. And that he didn't like them?
'Mackenzie and his stupid gang ruined everything.' thought Freddie as silent tears fell onto the ground.
Freddie was freaking out. He told himself to just concentrate on breathing. He tried to get air once more. Ah. The cool air inside him once more. He breathed in, and told himself his friends would never feel that way because they wouldn't have to know.
Freddie shakily, slowly, got up. He stumbled to his locker, and pulled out the tissues his mom packed in his bag. After pushing past the inhaler (Freddie doesn't have asthma) three cans of bee repellent (He didn't need it) and the cough drops (Which he could have used a few minutes ago but never needed) Normally it annoyed him with all this stuff but today a cough drop and tissues would come in handy. He'd have to thank his mom one of these days.
He cleaned his shirt. He sighed, he needed a band-aid.
"Oh wait." he said.
Freddie dug into his book bag for the band aids.
'I wish I had remember these before.' he thought. 'Oh well.'
He put one on. He sighed or relief and walked out of school. Then Freddie saw Carly waiting for him. And Sam. Crap. Luckily his shirt wasn't stained from the blood.
"Hi guys." said Freddy.
"Hey." said Sam bitterly.
"What's wrong?" asked Freddie.
"What's wrong? You kept us waiting for like 10 minutes!" said Sam.
"S-sorry." said Freddie.
Sam punched his arm.
She smiled "Nerd."
Freddie winced.
"Sam, please." said Carly.
"Fine." said Sam.
She looked at Freddy.
"What's going on with you?" she asked. "Are you still tired?"
Freddy nodded.
She sighed.
"The one time I don't have detention or have to go to the store to buy my mom's stupid back cream, your 10 minutes late." said Sam.
"I thought you didn't care about being late." said Freddie.
"Yeah when I'm late it's cool if anyone else is late it's not cool. Mama wants to leave. I can only take so much school and so much Gibby." said Sam.
"Sooooo who's up for counseling with Spencer?" asked Carly.
Sam sighed "Fine."
"Freddie?" asked Carly.
"Sure." said Freddie.
He knew if he didn't show up for two days in a row Carly would get suspicious and he couldn't afford that. Freddie would just have to work fast. So the iCarly crew walked to Carly's house. As soon as they got there Sam walked over to the refrigerator.
"Hey I'll be right back, I just have to check on Spencer real quick." said Carly.
They both nodded as Carly ran over to his room.
"How do you do that?" asked Freddie.
"What?" asked Sam as she put a piece of pizza in her mouth.
"Eat and not gain a pound?" said Freddie.
"Why, do I eat too much nub?" said Sam
"N-no." said Freddie, he had been beaten enough times today.
Sam frowned "I was just teasing you Fredweird." she said as she sat on the couch.
"Oh." said Freddie.
"Oh and to answer your question, my mom's not much of a cook. No wait let me rephrase that. My mom can't cook to save her life." said Sam.
Freddie smirked.
"So actually I only really eat around you guys, so I don't eat all the time." said Sam as she rolled her eyes.
"Oh." Freddie said again.
"But are you sure?" said Sam.
"Am I sure about what?" said Freddie.
"That I'm not fat. I mean I do eat a lot." said Sam.
Freddie looked at her "Sam. Of course I'm sure. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." said Freddie.
"Oh." was all Sam could say.
"Um…. yeah." said Freddie, as he blushed.
"Freddie?" said Sam.
"What?"
"Are you okay? I'm serious. You were 10 minutes late to come out of school and you fell asleep in almost every class. Is everything alright?" said Sam.
"Yeah, everything's fine. My mom just keeps waking me up in the middle of the night for these annoying last minute cough drops and all this other crap I don't need." Freddie lied.
He didn't like to lie, but surprisingly he was good at it. Sam scooted a little closer to him. She looked into his eyes.
'Do it.' she told herself 'Kiss Freddie.'
Then Spencer came down the stairs with a huge box of Barney DVD's, movies, toys, and anything else that had to do with Barney. Lucky for Sam and Freddie the box was in Spencer's way so he couldn't see. Sam and Freddie quickly scooted away.
"Hey kiddo's!" said Spencer as he set down the box "I thought I heard your voices."
"Yep it's just us." said Sam.
"Well of course." said Spencer as he picked up the remaining pizza and put it in the fridge "Who else would come here every day eat my food, be super loud, and send their crazy mother, no wait mothers, in here and spend pretty much every day here." said Spencer.
"Gibby!" said Gibby as he walked in. "I would."
"Sorry Spencer." said Freddie as he waved to Gibby.
"No biggy. I like having you guys around." said Spencer.
"Then why'd you give that whole get out of my house speech?" said Sam.
Spencer shrugged. Gibby walked over to the couch.
"So, when does my counseling start?" said Gibby.
"Gibby this counseling is for Spencer you don't need counseling." said Freddie.
Sam looked at him.
"That we can afford." said Sam.
Carly walked down the stairs "I got Spencer."
"Speaking of that, what's with all the Barney stuff?" said Gibby.
"You know how I told you we're gonna counsel Spencer?" said Freddie.
"Yeah." said Gibby.
"Well his nightmare is about….. Barney." said Freddie "And since you're here to help I'll be right back." said Freddie.
He walked out the door and into his room. Then Freddie began to work on his homework Mackenzie's, and Mackenzie's friends. He had to lie again. When would it stop?
Over at Carly's…..
"His nightmare's are about Barney?" said Gibby.
"No Gibby. Freddie just said that, his nightmares are about caramel popcorn!" said Sam.
"Well actually there was this one time when I had a nightmare about tha-"
"Spencer." said Carly.
"I'll stay quiet." said Spencer.
Sam stood up and started pacing. Gibby stroked a fake beard. And Carly watched, waiting for whatever was about to happen.
"Do you think you can cure me?" asked Spencer.
"Perhaps." said Gibby "You're a complicated person, therefore it's a complicated case."
"Please doctor, is there anything you can do?" said Spencer.
"Don't question my authority!" said Gibby.
"I-I'm sorry doctor, it won't happen again." he replied.
"Thank you." said Gibby. "Now I hear your having some nightmar-"
"Would ya just get to work already?" said Sam.
"I'm sorry, are you the doctor?" said Gibby.
"No." said Sam "I'm the black belt."
"Good point." said Gibby.
"But why did Spencer have to bring down all his Barney stuff?" said Carly.
Gibby sighed "Ah Carly. So small minded."
Carly frowned and raised her eyebrows.
"The reason is, Spencer is having nightmares about Barney. So we simply get rid of any Barney related objects." said Gibby.
He pointed at the Barney filled box. Then he looked over at the TV.
"Well, Spencer might go to on demand and they could be advertising Barney. That would ruin the point of getting rid of all the Barney stuff. So I think I'll just take the TV and put it in my room. Ya know help out." said Gibby.
Carly rolled her eyes.
"The TV's staying Gibby." she said.
Gibby sighed "Fine."
"Wait, you want me to get rid of all my Barney stuff?" said Spencer.
Sam rolled her eyes "Yes. That's what we've been talking about for the past five minutes."
"But, this stuff is a part of my child hood." said Spencer.
"And it's causing you nightmares as an adult!" said Carly.
"But I can't just get rid of these guys, there my friends." said Spencer.
"Spencer do you really want to keep having these nightmares and wake up crying all the time?" asked Carly.
"Maybe." said Spencer.
"I better get paid for this." said Gibby to himself.
"Spencer how about we put your toys to a good cause, that way there'd be a good reason behind this and you could feel happy instead of regretful." said Carly.
"Not a bad idea Carl's." said Sam.
"I guess." said Spencer.
He sighed and looked at his Barney box.
"Okay I'll do it." said Spencer.
"Yay!" said the teens.
"But I want to keep some." said Spencer.
Gibby and the girls groaned.
"Am I getting paid for this?" asked Gibby.
"No!" said Carly and Sam.
Over at Freddie's…..
"There." said Freddie. "Finished, with my chapter."
"Freddie!" called his mother "I made you eggs, there good for you!" she said.
Freddie sighed. He didn't like to turn his mom down. Because it always made her so sad. But he had to finish this homework or he was dead.
"Maybe later mom!" called Freddie.
"Oh, ok." she replied.
"Sorry." he said back.
"It's okay." she said.
But he knew by her voice she was hurt. She was a very caring parent. She really was. She was just too protective. She was always worried about something. But she had a right to be. After Freddie's dad, she was always worried he would get sick. Freddie didn't like to talk about it. In fact none of his friends even knew. But he thought about it from time to time.
It wasn't anyone's fault. But Mrs. Benson seemed to think it was hers. But it was lung cancer. What could you do? At the time Freddie was only six years old. But he still remembered that day. He was picked up from school. His mother was late. But she was never late. He saw her face was covered in tears. He asked what was wrong. She looked up at him, he still remembered everything that happened in that small moment.
Flashback…
"Mommy?" said Freddie.
"Freddie, you know your father hasn't been feeling well. He's been very sick for a while. Do you remember when we didn't go to school for a few days because your father was feeling awful?" she asked.
Freddie nodded.
He looked at his mom. Freddie hoped his dad was feeling better. Maybe he could sneak into their bed like he did last year. But only when he was scared. But now his mom was going to tell him his dad was feeling better. The doctor's said he could come home now.
"What is it mommy, how's daddy feeling?" said Freddie.
A tear slid down Mrs. Benson's cheek at her son's hopeful words. How could she tell him? Freddie saw his mom's face.
"Mommy did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to make you cry. What did I say? I won't say it anymore." said Freddie.
"Um, Freddie your daddy didn't start feeling any better." said his mother.
She didn't know how to tell him.
"Oh, do the doctor's know when he'll start feeling better?" said Freddie.
She looked at her son. She let him see his father 5 times a week. But he wasn't supposed to see him today. And he was so sick. She didn't want Freddie to be scared. It was her fault Freddie didn't get to say good bye.
"Freddie, daddy became very sick over the past few days. He's been getting better and then getting even worse and today your daddy h-he he got s-so sick. W-we, we lost him. I'm so sorry Freddie." she said.
She hugged him. Freddie looked at her.
"What do you mean we lost him? Did he get so sick he had to go out of the country, to the best doctors in the world?" said Freddie.
Another tear slipped down Mrs. Benson's cheek.
"N-no Freddie. I-I mean y-your daddy h-he's gone." said Mrs. Benson "H-he passed a-away. I'm so sorry Freddie. I really am." said Mrs. Benson.
She hugged her son as a tear went down his cheek. He looked at him mother.
"H-he d-died?" said Freddie.
Mrs. Benson nodded and hugged him.
"It's okay Freddie. I'll protect you." she said.
He hugged her back, and the tears came.
End of flashback…
Freddie looked up at the ceiling. He was being pushed around by bullies. He wasn't being protected, and he could protect himself. A tear of the past slid down his cheek. How would his father feel about him now?
I know it's sad. I'm sorry! But I wanted to write it down and in a way it tied in with the story. And I did make this chapter longer. By like, six pages! And I hoped I didn't make you all too sad. Review Please? The video for today… Sam Freddie / Fall For You
