Hey guys, just wanted to say I love you guys for all your nice commets love it but these are some stories that should defiantly get some praise
Clinical Depression by 3ohe M
A Chance Encounter by Isob3l T
Both in my favorite list you can find them there I highly recommend ")
September,
Her name was Rebecca. She was apparently a God loving weirdo who pushed Ryan to far. Even though she was annoying and overstepped the line she didn't deserve to be pushed well she'll be fine but there was something in Ryan's eye's that scared me. Something almost sinister it scared him but he couldn't have done anything Moose and Griffin went with him. Well they were high but not that much. Everything would be alright As Buddha said, "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."
Freddie
Freddie shut his journal. Freddie started to like writing in his journal. It was an outlet. He carefully took the journal and put it under his bed. Where he kept other 'things.' He sat on his bed still reminiscing about yesterday night, Friday. He laid out on the bed relaxing when his mother came in. She had her hands on her hip, with a stern look on her face. She was a 'mom on a mission.'
"Freddie, Did you sneak out last night?"
"Yes in fact I did," He said not wanting to waste time.
"FREDDIE BENSON . . .,"
"Look it is, what it is just punish me already," he said getting a headache. Ms. Benson face softened. She then sat down.
"Freddie I won't punish you,"
"What?"
"Look it's natural for teenage boys to. . ."
"WHAT, Last month you grounded me for 3 weeks because I didn't finish my asparagus."
"YOU HAVE TO FINISH YOUR VEGTABLES,"
"YOU KNOW ASPARAGUS MAKES MY TONGUE ITCH," She sighed.
"Look I want to have this talk now before I wimp out. Just don't talk okay," Freddie nodded and laid down on his bed.
"Well Freddie your a growing boy and your doing pretty well without a male parental figure," Freddie's chest tightened, "Well . . .,"
She stopped talking for a while, "Your a healthy boy with healthy urges," Oh NO Freddie shot up, " You may feel things around girls your not accustomed to," We are not having this talk, " You may even get erections,"
"MOTHER," he said putting his hands over his ears.
"What," She said innocently.
"We are not having to having this talk," He said walking out of his room into the kitchen.
"Freddie," She followed.
"NO THIS TALK ISN'T HAPPENING,"
"Look so I won't get into get into specifics so here," She took out a small box and gave it to me. Freddie opened it, it was a thick band and on it said the words, "to be pure,"
"A purity ring?"
"It was your fathers," Freddie's chest tightened again. Freddie's father had left years ago when he was 5 and never came back. Freddie didn't remember him that much but his mother certainly did. We weren't even sure if he was alive. He slipped on the ring.
"Your father waited until he was 21, until he married me," She looked straight into his eyes glass-eyed, "If he could wait, so can you,"
This ring suddenly meant more to him then a promise not to have sex but a token that his father very much was alive . . . in his heart anyway. She blinked away the emotion and gave him a smile.
"Medicine time," She took out a bottle of pills, that she insisted he take once a day. Truthfully the pills made him woozy he hated them. She took the pill and dropped it in a glass of water and told him to drink up. He stared at the drink.
"No,"
"What?" She said incredulously.
"There's no real reason for me to take them right,"
"W-Well," She stuttered.
"Look they make me feel like crap and I'm not taking something that makes me feel like crap for no real reason," He took the bottle of pills and dumped them in the trash.
"Freddie!"
"Sorry Mom I'm late for iCarly," He than left the apartment. He stood in front of Carly's door looking at it. He than took a good look at the ring. It was classic and had no real design but to him it looked beautiful. He smiled and ran up to the studio.
Carly's P.O.V
5 minutes earlier
Carly watched as Sam feverishly munched on a piece of bacon. Her face was mean as she stared off into space.
"Sam whats wrong?"
"What do you mean?" She hissed.
"Because you've sat there and ate 3 packs of bacon, 2 bags of ham, and the bacon bits from MY BLT salad and threw the lettuce at my wall." She said accusingly.
"What? What's the point of the lettuce it just takes away from the deliciousness of the bacon," Carly sighed.
"Sam, You eat a lot but not like this,"
'What do you mean I ate the same amount yesterday," Sam pointed out.
"Yea but not under 10 minutes," Carly retorted. Sam sank in the bean bag chair.
"What's wrong?"
"Well last night Freddie was invited to Shannon's party and,"
"Really, I heard those are impossible to get into," Carly interrupted.
"Yea but he did anyway he stopped by my house and asked me if I wanted to go,"
"Wait," Carly said interruping again, "Why didn't he ask me and why didn't you guys invite me?"
"Cause Shay it was late and my house is 15 minutes away from Shannons," Sam said annoyed she interupted.
"Oh,"
"And then he picked out my out fit and I got dressed and,"
"Wait he picked out your out fit"
"Shay you interrupt one more time I'm putting your panties in the boys locker room with your name on it,"
"I'll be quiet," She said amused.
"I told him I didn't want to be left alone and then he ditches me to be with Shannon and other ugly people to go into the basement. When he comes back up stairs he ditches me again and leaves the party!"
"Really," Carly said confused, "That doesn't sound like Freddie,"
"Well if you haven't noticed lately Freddie isn't acting like himself,"
"Still, What were you doing when he came from upstairs?" Sam buried herself deeper into the bean bag.
"Sam?"
"He was cute!," Carly looked at her.
"Sam?" She sighed.
"Well There was this guy Brad. He was cute and he brought some fudge with him, he makes AMAZING fudge."
"Who brings fudge to a party?" Carly said laughing.
"A innovator that's who!" Sam said defensively. Carly laughed.
"What happened?" Carly pushed on.
"Well we started to dance,"
"So?"
"Okay we started to grind,"
"SAM,"
"What?"
"Grinding is icky," She whispered the last part.
"Well my favorite song was on I needed to dance."
"I think freddie may have saw it and got mad,"
"Or jealous," Carly said playfully getting up to do her makeup.
"WHAT, Why would you say that you think he is?" Sam said eagerly.
"Sam do you like Freddie?" Carly said. Sam looked at her wide-eyed not responding.
"SAM DO YOU LIKE. . .," Sam put her hand over Carly's mouth.
"Ham yes I do, Hi Freddie," Sam said gesturing towards Freddie who just entered the room.
"Hey senorita's sorry I'm late had some mom issues," Freddie went straight to the technical stuff. Sam shot Carly a look. "Just wait well talk later"
I was going to write more but its sorta to long so gonna write again soon review!
