Chapter Four.

iCarly (c) not me

(Friday, Melrose's POV)

I checked my watch again: 7:45. Freddie said earlier that I should meet him at the Bushwell Plaza at eight. He mentioned something about his mom wanting to meet me, to make sure I wouldn't 'hurt his little Freddie-bear' or something. I felt sorry for Freddie, with such an overprotective mother like her. But I still couldn't help but be jealous . . .

A loud knock on the door interrupted my could-have-been-totally-depressing thoughts. I heard Sam's muffled voice from the other side telling me she was coming in. I cursed under my breath; I still had to finish getting dressed, so I picked up my outfit from Sam's messy bed and covered myself with a towel before telling Sam she could come in. She came in wearing plaid shorts and a loose t-shirt, eating a large, fatty piece of bacon happily.

"Sho," She said to me, with words garbled due to her mouth full of pigskin. "Are shoo eshited for shur date?" I pulled my black shirt on over my head, followed by my worn-out leather jacket Melanie had given my for Christmas a few years ago. I winced slightly as the cool leather touched my skin, I had a relatively new, black snake tattoo running down my arm, along with a 'love bruise' from my mom. I turned away from Sam to face myself in the mirror: My curly, rainbow hair was tied back into a make-shift bun, I had on a knee-length black skirt and knee-high leather boots.

"Aren't you going to wear, I don't know, color?" Sam joked and I turned to her. She had finished her bacon pretty quickly, and I wasn't surprised. She loved meat.

"Ha ha," I deadpanned. "I'm going to be in a dark movie theatre for two and a half hours, so why should I care whether or not I wear colors?" My cousin stuck her tongue out at me. "Well, how do I look?"

"You really think I should be the one to judge that?" She asked me, as if I was a complete idiot to even consider talking to her about looks. "You should ask Carly when we get there."

"Oh yeah, how are we getting there? Your mom doesn't exactly have her license . . . " I commented.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? Spencer's driving us."

"Spencer's Carly's brother, right? The dude with the cool socks?" I laughed. Spencer did have some cool socks, you have to admit. Sam laughed and nodded. I checked my watch yet again. 7:50. Time to go.

(Bushwell Plaza, Carly's POV, 7:55)

Sam and Rosie should be arriving soon. I'm actually pretty surprised Freddie actually said yes to a date with Rosie, I mean, I really doubt his mom would approve. But hey, if Freddie's happy, I'm happy. Just as I thought that, Sam and her crazy cousin entered the building. Was Rosie wearing make-up? I never really saw Rosie as a 'make-up' type of person, date or no date, but I couldn't really be sure, I'd only talked to her a few times. I looked her up and down, trying to pick out any flaws in her outfit I could fix to make her night better. I couldn't find any, and my eyes wandered to Sam. She looked pretty bored, like she didn't really care about being here, but I saw something else flickering in her eyes for a moment, but what it was I couldn't quite place.

"Hey hey, Carls," Sam announced. I rolled my eyes; She had bacon in between her teeth. "Is Fred-wartface here yet?" Oh Sam, will you ever stop teasing Freddie? No, probably not.

"Not yet," I answered, and turned to Melrose. "So Rosie, what movie are you seeing?"

"Only the worst movie on the face of the planet," She replied. Twilight, of course. "So, uh, do I look okay?"

"You look great," I smiled.

"Thanks," There was a bit of a silence that followed, and I glanced down at my shoes. Whoops, one of my shoelaces was untied. I bent down to tie it as Freddie and Mrs. Benson entered the plaza. Freddie was wearing just a hoodie and "Galaxy Wars" T-shirt, and some jeans.

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(Freddie's POV)

Carly, in a short jean skirt and tight top, was tying her shoe, Sam was getting bacon out of her teeth and Melrose was just standing there nervously. Rosie did look pretty, in her leather jacket and skirt. I felt myself blush as she looked up at me. I heard my mother clear her throat behind me.

"Mom, this is Rosie," I introduced. My mother looked her up and down. "Rosie, this is my mom."

"It's v-very nice to meet you, Melrose," My mother choked out, sanitizing her hands before holding them out for Rosie to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you, too, Mrs, Benson," Rosie replied, shaking my mothers hand before taking off her jacket. Rosie had a tattoo? Oh great, Mom's not gonna like that.

"Oh, my, you have a . . . tattoo, my dear," She stuttered, and turned to me, pulling me away from Rosie. "Freddie, dear, do you really think this . . . date is such a good idea, I mean, there are plenty of other girls who would love to-"

"Mom, please. It's just one night, and I'm sure Rosie won't do anything illegal," I said calmly. Mom took another worried glance at Sam's cousin.

"All right, but if anything happens, you need to tell me straight away, okay honey?" She bit her lip.

"Okay, Mom, promise," She wrapped me in a tight hug, and much to my embarrassment, kissed me twice before letting me go. I walked over to Rosie, who was twirling her thumbs nervously. Spencer, who had just walked in, said loudly:

"Well come on lovebirds, let's go!"

"All right, Sock Man, we're coming," Rosie called. Spencer's eyes lit up when she called him 'Sock Man'. We walked out to Spencer's car, Carly, Sam and my mom watching us every step of the way.

Oh yes, End chapter.

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