Hey guys quick author's note: I'm soooo sorry I've been out of this for a while but I've had a loooot of problems you see I just graduated high school and I'm entering college August 1st therefore I thought since right now I'm at a pretty good point and I started getting inspiration again from my dreams I should continue my stories I think this story has only 2 or 3 more chapters to go because ever since the new iCarly episodes I sorta lost SEDDIE inspiration but let's not be sad and continue shall we?...
Previously on itherapyboxagain!:
"You know Samantha why don't you come over and we can talk he said he'd be out until 8."
"Sure, and Mrs. B..."
"Yes Sam?"
"Thanks"
Sam smiled to herself as she went for a jacket to make her way to Bushwell Plaza. Meanwhile Mrs. Benson smiled at her apartment, thinking how much she would've liked to have a daughter to talk to like she was going to with Sam and was actually liking the idea of talking to Sam.
For some reason she was happier it'd be Sam than Carly per say.
Sam rushed herself to Bushwell Plaza careful to look out for Freddie or Carly who could be out looking for her. She got on the elevator and pressed the very familiar number 8, this time though she'd be going into the apartment in front of the one she practically lived at. Instead of going straight in like she was accustomed to she knocked on the door. After hearing a few steps the door handle began to move. Her heart had never beaten as hard or loudly before she thought she was going to pass out until she saw a familiar pair of blue/gray eyes in front of her.
"Hello Samantha" Said Mrs. Benson
"Hi Mrs. B"
"Well come on in"
They both walked until they reached the living-room's couch where they both sat down.
"So Samantha…"
"Sam, please call me Sam I hate Samantha"
"Ok, Sam why is it you needed to talk to me about Freddie, Did you do something to my Freddiebear?"
Sam had begun to wonder where the wacky Mrs Benson was and now she fouond her.
"Look lady I didn't do anything to him if anything he did something to me, and before you ask what Im not going to tell you."
"then why did you come here and asked to talk to me then?"
"Maybe this was a mistake…" Sam said as she began to get up.
"WAIT, I mean just forget I said anything and tell me what you cae here to tell me."
"But that's the thing see, I have no idea why I called you or why I ran here to see you it's just confusing. Ok?"
Mrs. Benson smiled softly looking at Sam like some sort of lost kid you see at a supermarket trying to act tough and cool but is desperately looking for their momy in between a crowd of creepy strangers.
"Samantha, sorry Sam, what happened earlier, did you have some sort of fight with Carly and Freddie or did they do something to upset you?"
"No it's, look I'm going to be honest here but I need you to promise me this stays between us, and I'm only trusting you because outside of my wack-o family, T-BO and Spencer you're the only adult I know. I can't talk to my mom she's out of town my sister lost her cell-phone and Spencer…. I just don't want to go across the hall just yet."
"Oh, I see it's boy troubles right? Did I get it right ooooh! I'm so excited I always wanted a daughter and Freddie doesn't like to talk to me about girls."
Sam couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'm sorry if I got a little carried away, ok you can trust me but I just have 1 question before, does any of this involve my Freddiekinns?"
Cliffhanger ok I'm sorry but I just wanted to let you guys know I was still alive and upload something before I completely forgot about this story so… I'll be back later on today with another longer chapter, it just started raining though so I want to upload quickly in case my internet fails because of the storm ttyl, 3 y'all PLEASE REVIEW
