Bam, I was going to post this tomorrow (well, today where I am), but then I realized that I'd either be sleeping or out with my friend, so I wrote it up. I seriosuly want to thank you guys for the reveiws! All of them make me smile and it makes me happy to know that you guys like my writing! :D And that you're finding it funny and enjoying it as much as I love writing it! I seriosuly have a blast writing it, haha. XD
For the record, I honestly have no clue if there's a difference between chocolate and fudge. XD
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything! Sadly.
iOMF
iOh My Fudge
Chapter 6: iKnow Her Mood
Brad's POV
Fudge, what is her mood? I'm sorry, but I'm dying to know! I know it won't affect me as much as Freddie, was affected though. I don't care as much about Sam as Freddie does…
Whoa, that came out wrong, didn't it?
What I mean is… well, Freddie likes her. I like her, but as a friend. It's obvious that he likes her, but I'm not even going to try and rant about him liking her. I'd be here a while…
"What's got his antibacterial underpants in a twist?" Sam asks suspiciously.
I smirk and chuckle. "You said that to him on the phone, didn't you..?"
She smirks. "Maybe… but seriously, what's been up with him lately? He's been having some serious mood swings!"
Sam looks like she generally cares about Freddie's feelings, and I know that she does. They try to make it seem like they hate each other. Apparently it's a "game" they've played for a while, according to Freddie. What game? The "let's pretend to hate each other" game? Is that really a fun game to play? They "hate" each other, but they really just love each other, but they're actually just scared.
I don't get why she tries to hide that fact that she cares about him… same with Freddie about Sam! These two have to stop playing this game. It's probably hurting both of them… and I don't want two of my best friends to hurt like that when the answer is so simple.
My mom says I think too deeply into things... I think I'm starting to understand why...
I raise an eyebrow. "Like how?" Actually, I know what she means. It's all part of my non-meddling plan.
"I dunno… he's being nice and joking with me one minute and then the next, he's arguing with me… and worse than before! It's just… weird," she looks just as stressed as Freddie does.
Yeah, one minute they're flirting (they were so flirting) and the next he's accusing her of poisoning some chip dip (ha, that's rhymes). Hey, I don't blame her! I'd be confused, too! Hm, maybe her mood was confused… but that wouldn't lead to as big of a reaction as Freddie had, though… Stressed, maybe? Love?
"Why do you care?" I ask her, smirking inwardly. No, I am not meddling! I'm just… asking questions… to improve my… people knowledge... yeah.
"I don't!" she answers way too quickly, looking at the ground.
"You sure? 'Cause from what I've seen, you guys seem like really close friends…" I hint to her.
Sam looks up at me with wide eyes. "No, you're not saying..." I shrug. "Me and the nub? No way! That's gross... really gross…" she says, turning a bit shy at the end. She sighs sadly. It looked like it took a lot out of her just to say that about him.
I cross my arms and sigh. "So, what do you think your mood was?"
She looks pretty happy that I changed the subject. "I dunno, hungry?"
I smile brightly. "I have fudge!"
She laughs. "Nah, I'll have some later... I have an extra ham sandwich to claim…" she smiles off into the distance. Yeah, I've been told she has dreams about ham and friend chicken. That's not weird. I'm also not denying the fact that that's happened a few times with fudge for me...
"Extra ham?" I question with a raised eyebrow.
She looks at me like I'm stupid. Okay, that's the second time today, people! I'm not that stupid… right? "What do you expect me to do? Have a regular amount of ham?"
"Uh, I guess not…" I answer, but in a questioning tone.
"Exactly… well, later!" Sam says and leaves the room.
I sigh and close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. When will those two learn? Oh, maybe the other laptop has her mood! I smile happily and rush over to the other laptop.
"Sam's mood… Sam's mood… Sam's mood..." I mumble to myself, typing furiously and searching the files. "Nope, not here…" I sigh, defeated. I did notice that it's about 10:40PM, though. Freddie better come back with the laptop soon…
Suddenly the door opens and Freddie nervously walks in. He looks around and sighs in relief when he sees that Sam's not here, but he's still nervous about me being here. Me? Oh, what did I do now?
"Hey… so did Carly have those tissues?" I smirk at him and raise an eyebrow towards him.
"H-Hey, Brad…" he greets me awkwardly. Okay, what's up with him?
"So, dude, what's her mood?" I ask him.
"It was in-inconclusive… I told you that…" he says awkwardly again and tightening his grip on the laptop. I raise my eyebrow again.
"Yeah, and it also said that she hates my fudge," I say sarcastically with an eye roll. "Now, seriously, what was her mood?"
"Uhh…" he stutters, trying to come up with an excuse. I inch closer to him, hoping he won't no-
"What are you doing?" he asks suspiciously.
"Nothing…" I say unconvincingly. I quickly reach for the laptop in his hands, but he sees and pulls it back.
"You were trying to take the laptop so you could see her mood!" Freddie accuses, pointing a finger at me.
"Aha! So you do admit that she had a mood!" I smirk at him and point a finger back.
"Uh… no…"
"Just give me the laptop…" I reach for it again.
"No!"
"Dude, come on!" I reach for it again and we're fighting a bit for it while yelling out our protests before he finally pulls away.
"OKAY!" he says, giving up. "You can see her mood!"
"Awesome!" I smile as he opens the laptop. And her mood is… IN LOVE.
I smile. "I knew it!" I whisper.
"What was that?" Freddie asks. Fudge, I was hoping he didn't hear that. I shake my head, attempting to dismiss it.
"So, Sam's in love?" I look at him and he nods. "Who do you think she's in love with?"
He shrugs and awkwardly looks to the side. He walks over and puts the laptop on the table. "Um, I'll be back… Carly said she needed to talk to me."
"Okay…" I sigh and sit back down on the chair.
Okay, so we know Sam's in love, but we don't know if Freddie is too… and why was he acting so strange towards me? I sigh and rest my chin on my hands. I need fudge.
Hm, I wonder if there are fudge shakes… Sam said something about a fat shake once! I know that she's obsessed with fat cakes and then they went and made a shake out of it. So maybe they did that with fudge! Well, they do have chocolate shakes, but that's different! There's a difference between chocolate and fudge and people just don't get that! I don't know why; it's pretty simple!
All this talk about shakes is making me need to take a wazz… I sigh as I get up to head to the bathroom.
"'Cause Brad's awesome!" Carly exclaims from a few feet away.. Oh, why thank you , Carly, you're too kind! But… why is she talking about me? I stand next to lockers and peek around them to see Carly talking to Freddie. Well, at least he wasn't lying…
My pee can stay inside my bladder for a bit longer… or I can go use a different bathroom. Yeah, later will do.
"It's the first time Sam's ever liked a guy that's not disgusting… or heavily tattooed… or on parole," Carly explains to Freddie. Huh, well that's interesting. I knew Sam was like a bully and not the best role model, but I never knew she got into guys like that! Well, at least she likes… wait…
Did she say Brad? That's me! She realizes she's talking about me, right? No, she should be talking about Freddie! Not me! Sam doesn't like me and I don't like her in that way! Seriously, the iCarly crew has to be horrible when it comes to relationships…
"But if Sam doesn't even admit that she likes him, then how are we going to get them-"
"You're seen the animal channel!" Carly exclaims, cutting Freddie off.
Ohhhhkaaaay… and there's my cue to leave.