This is my first fan-fic, but it seems to be coming along together well:)
I wanted to apologize for how short the first 3 chapters were, but from now on I'm trying to make them longer.
And, also, I know this might be weird, but I'm switching to POV.
It just seems to come easier to me in POV.
And, yes, thoughts are in italics.
So, here's chapter 4!
Freddie's POV:
Freddie stepped into the apartment.
"Hey, Carly," He said, glancing down at his notes, "I only have the first few pages, but..." His voice trailed off as he looked up at Mia. "Um, uh..." He stuttered, "Hello." His voice cracked as he stared. He cleared his throat, flustered. Mia swallowed the last of her cheese.
"Who's the dweeb?" She asked. Sam grinned.
"I really like her." She said with a smirk.
I stared up at Mia. She was gorgeous. Her golden hair fell past her shoulders and down her back. Her style was so...different. Even the way she was looking at me in disgust attracted me to was just something so familiar about her...
"What are you looking at?" She asked threateningly. I cleared my throat again, feeling blush creep up on my cheeks.
"Um, uh...um," I stuttered, "Freddie..."
Smooth.
"Is...my name." I finished, saving myself. Skillfully, I might add.
"Okay...Am I supposed to know you, or...?" She asked, still in her hateful tone.
Oh, how much I liked that hateful tone. There is seriously something wrong with me.
"Um, yeah," I choked out, reaching my hand out to her, "I'm the iCarly techie, and one of Carly and Sam's friends." Sam raised her eyebrows.
"Fine. I'm one of Carly's friends." I corrected myself. Sam jumped in front of my arm, pushing it violently back to me.
"Don't touch his hand!" She said quickly, "It probably has some kind of anti-tick lotion on it!" She added, laughing. I felt the blush return back to my face.
She has to ruin everything, I thought as I retracted my hand back, embarassed, Why does she have humiliate me every second of my life? What motivation does she have? Why does she have to embarrass me in front of people like-
"So you have the notes?" Carly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, here you go." I answered, my eyes glued to Mia. She was talking to Sam with a smile on her face. How anyone can smile when around Sam is beyond me. I didn't hear any of what they were saying, mainly because I wasn't focused on it. I was focused on Mia herself. She was so pretty, yet so familiar. I even liked how much she hated me, when she just met me a few minutes ago. It was like...her hostility and edge gave her something I really, really wanted. She suddenly laughed loudly.
"Oh my God, we totally should do that to him!" Sam said, laughing hysterically. Her blonde hair swayed as she leaned forward to grab the couch for support from laughing.
"He seems like such a dork!" Mia added in between laughs.
Fantastic.
They both stopped when Sam turned to me, noticing me stare at them.
"Don't worry, it's not about you." She got out before they both busted up laughing again. I rolled my eyes, feeling like a loser around Sam yet again, and sat on the couch.
"Hey, I'm going to go put my stuff up in Carly's room," I heard Mia's voice from behind me say, "I'll be right back." Sam waved her off and sat on the couch next to me.
"Carly, Mia is so cool!" She said, leaning toward the chair Carly was in.
"I thought you might like her." Carly answered with a smile.
Did you have any idea that I might like her? I sighed.
"Yeah, and you were right, she is really funny."
Carly chuckled, "You're a lot more behaved than I thought you were going to be," She said, "Congratulations." Sam tipped her head slightly at her and smiled. Carly glanced over at where I was sitting.
"Hey, what's up with you?" She asked, "You've been really quiet."
"Ohh, he's just mad that Mia hates him." Sam replied, pinching my arm.
I don't think "mad" is the right word...
The next day I walked into the Shay's apartment to find (of course) just Mia laying on the couch.
"Hey." She greeted me casually, as if we had known each other our entire lives.
"Um, hi." I greeted her awkwardly, as if I had just met her yesterday and had a huge crush on her.
Wait...
"So what are you doing here?" She asked quickly back to her old hateful tone, grabbing a cube of cheese from a bowl she was hugging tightly.
Lucky bowl...
"Oh, nothing," I replied, "I just, you know, come over to hang with Carly sometimes. Is she here?" I shoved my hands in my pockets and glanced around the living room.
"Yeah, but she's taking a shower." She said, sitting up and placing the bowl in her lap. I nodded my head and let my eyes drift anywhere but Mia.
"You can like, sit down, you know." She said, glancing down at the spot next to her.
"Um, no...I'm okay." I answered, still not looking at her.
"I know I come on a little strong or intimidating, but...I guess you seem like an okay guy." She responded, the hate in her voice still not letting up despite what she was saying. My whol face turned bright red, "Nevermind what Sam's told me about you."
Of course Sam would posion her mind.
I rolled my eyes and let out a nervous laugh.
"Um...okay, yeah." I said, taking a seat next to her. She turned to me and raised the bowl up.
"Cheese?" She offered.
"Nah, that's okay." I replied with a huge, idiotic grin plastered on my bright red face. She shrugged and popped a cube in her mouth.
"So, you live across the hall?" She asked with a full mouth.
"Yep," I answered, "right over there." I pointed towards the door. She nodded and continued chewing.
"That's gotta be cool, living right across from your best friend."
"Yeah, it is, it's just kinda weird living right across from Spencer." I said, feeling more comfortable in the conversation, "And by weird I mean dangerous." She let out an adorable laugh and looked up at me. She scooted closer so that our legs were now touching. My face practically just radiated heat. The door suddenly busted open.
"You're kind of cute for a dweeb." Mia replied, not in a hateful tone, but now flirty, (which I like just as much as the hateful one), just as the door was slammed shut. We both looked towards the door, and there was the she-devil herself.
"Whats, uh...what's goin' on?" She asked slowly. Mia shrugged.
"Nothing, just chillaxin'." She said, our legs still touching.
It was nearly killing me.
"Oh yeah?" Sam responded, taking a seat on the chair. She glanced up at me and glanced back down at her shoes. Mia turned back to me, both of us ignoring her.
"So, like I said, you're kind of cute..." She said leaning closer to my face.
My. God.
I breathed in, wondering how I could be so excited about this girl I just met. She was just so familiar, it seemed safe. I liked it. I leaned closer too.
This is it.
As I mentally prepared myself, I tasted something I didn't want to. Hair. I got a huge mouthful of blonde hair, and it wasn't even Mia's.
"You know what, I'm going to sit righhhht here." Sam said, squeezing herself between Mia and myself. She sat on both of our laps as she physically seperated our legs. I shot her my worst glare.
"What? Better acess to the cheese." She said, grabbing a piece from the bowl that was still in Mia's lap. Even though her words were directed to both of us, she kept her eyes on me as she talked.
She has to ruin everything. I thought, my cheeks still burning.