Chapter sept: hold my hand, hold my heart, let love grow.
Author's note: Tadáááá the end. Wow, I can't believe how long it took to write me this. Well, I had actually finished it but I just never took the time to upload it. Shame on me. Anyway I had so much fun writing this. I hope you had fun reading it and please review. (oh by the way, excuses to anyone who speaks French and reads the part that is in French, my French isn't as good as I thought it would be. I apologise.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Icarly.
An usual Friday, this Friday was supposed to be an usual Friday. But it wasn't. The Friday that Freddie had in mind when he got out of his bed this morning was supposed to be as all his other Fridays, get up at nine, go to class, eat lunch, go to his other class and then go home to do some homework. And everything went according to his plan. His presentation for English went well and he had eaten his lunch at his usual table with his friends. He had even managed to avoid any football players who found it necessary to slam him in the lockers every now and then.
Yes, everything was actually going as he has planned it to go. Except when he saw his locker at the end of sixth period. His locker was covered with yellow post its. Not a single blank greyish place could be found.
He groaned knowing already that this has either to do with a prank pulled by one of the football players or a prank pulled by one Sam Puckett. Noticing that there aren't any violent remarks on the post-its, he guesses that it is the latter of those two.
He wants to rip them all at once from his locker. But something stops him when he sees the post it that is put on the handle of his locker. 'Don't take gifts for granted, Benson. Mama will know if you throw this away'.
What does she mean with that? Now Freddie is seriously considering to rip every post it from his locker. If only he didn't know Sam as well as he does. He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls her.
Voicemail. He should have expected it, Sam usually doesn't pick up her phone unless it is Carly or her mom. So he leaves a message before deciding to call Carly. She is usually up to date with the plans that Sam has for him.
'Hi Freddie' Carly says after only one dial. That girl is quick.
'Hey Carly. Weird question, but do you have any idea why Sam has decorated my locker with post-its?'
'Oh right, wait. I'll be right back'
Freddie hears her put down the phone before he hears her running up the stairs. It only takes her two minutes before she is back on the phone again.
'Are you still there?' Carly asks.
'Yeah, of course.' Freddie says.
'Alright, there we go.' Carly stays silent for a while but then he hears a soft mumbling. He wants to ask Carly to speak up but then she actually starts to speak in language that sounds a lot like Spanish.
'Voulez-vous something. Oh man, my French is crap.' Sam was the one who took French in high school, Carly and Freddie choosing Spanish instead. Sometimes Sam still uses phrases from her French, though mostly it is 'Merde' that she uses.
He can hear Carly sigh through the phone. He is just about to ask her what is wrong when she is talking again.
'You know what, I'm just going to say it. It is a puzzle. You need to put the puzzle together and then you will know what to do next'
'Right', Freddie rolls his eyes. God just his luck, how is he ever going to manage to put together a poster that consists of hundred or more post-its. 'Isn't there another way, Carly? There are like a hundred post-its! How am I supposed to fix this puzzle. Do you know what the message is? Can't you just tell me?'
'Oh Freddie, I am under strict instructions from Sam. She made it very clear that I can't tell you the message or give any other hints.'
'But..god, she is so annoying sometimes'
'I know, but you like her anyhow so…'
'I used to like her that way Carly,' Freddie wants to make his point but is interrupted by Carly once again.
'Oh Freddie, come on' Carly says Freddie doesn't have to see her face to know what kind of face she is pulling right now.
'Fine, fine, but can you at least tell me if it is a good message?'
'It is a good message, a very good message.'
Freddie can't help the grin that crosses his face when he hears that. He has waited for this to happen. He has waited so long.
'Is it to tell me that she loves me? Or that she wants to get back together?'
'I'm not telling you anything, it would ruin the surprise! Now go fix your little puzzle and end these endless situations that you two call games.'
'I don't choose to play these games, Carly. Sam is always starting them..' He wants to argue with Carly but is interrupted by the beep indicating that Carly has hung up.
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It didn't take him as much time as he had imaged to put the post it puzzle together. He first collected all the post-its in a bucket that he borrowed from the janitor's closet without the janitor knowing. He felt kind of bad about that, but the man has about a thousand of the same buckets in his closet. Freddie was sure that he probably would not even notice that one bucket was gone. (how wrong he was to assume that. But that is a story for another time).
Then he brought the bucket up to his dorm room. Thank god he had a room on his own and did he no longer live with his mom. If he lived with his mom right now she would want to know what he had in his hand and what he was going to do with it. God, she might actually offer to help.
When he got home it was actually time to start the puzzle. After a while (two hours and fifteen minutes) he had the puzzle completed and he was able to read the message that was written across the post-its. It was a poem if you could call it that.
les violettes sont bleues,
cela est votreindice final.
viennent à la maison,
où levainqueur duconcours de cuisinevies.
Just like Carly Freddie had chosen to take Spanish when he was in high school. But he was dating Sam when they were still in high school and sometimes she would take the time to teach him a few things and in return he would teach her Spanish. His French wasn't as good as it used to be when he still practiced it with Sam. But he understood where he needed to go, and that is all that matters.
The moment he got to Carly's he started to look at all the hiding places that Sam has used before. Like under the cushions of the couch where he had found his wallet once after it was missing for one week. He looked in the sugar pot where Sam used to keep her collection of German ham. He looked in the fridge because god knows what Sam has kept there. But he couldn't find anything that looked like a clue, though of course the clue being from Sam he could never be too sure.
He was just about to give up when a thought occurred to him. He had forgotten to look at Sam's favourite spot in the Shay's house. When he reached the attic, it was clear that this is where he was supposed to go. He could still smell the meat snacks that Sam carries around with her.
On the car at the back of the studio stood a lonely converse shoe with a heart on its white sole. Underneath the shoe was a note attached. Another post-it, of course. This one said something in a language that Freddie had never seen before. He figured that it was Dutch, since that was the only language that Sam every took time to learn because she had always wanted to go to Amsterdam.
Als je de andere schoen wilt vinden,
Kom dan naar het park.
4 uur, op het plein met de fontein.
When Freddie had translated the message (thank you, google translate), it was a quarter to four so he had to run to be on time at the park. When he got there, he saw the other shoe stand alone on the fountain. But this one was in a other colour (red) than the one that he found on the attic (black). Even more strange, this one was a total different size than the one that he found on the attic.
He was so focused on the two shoes and what the hell Sam was trying to communicate that he didn't hear the person coming up behind him. He almost jumped when he heard a soft voice behind him. So soft he almost didn't recognize it as the voice of his other best friend, his enemy, his former girl-friend, the blonde one of their trio. He turned so fast he thought he might have a whiplash, but he just wanted to see her.
"So Benson, I believe you have something for me', Sam said holding two other converse shoes up. They were identical to the pair that I had in my hands with one minor detail. The one that was red had a little heart on the sole, he recognised them now as his old pair. When he looked at Sam, she had the biggest smile on her face he has ever seen and he couldn't help it but smile back.
'I believe I do'.
Translations: (the french translation is done roughly because my french isn't as good as it used to be)
Violets are blue.
This is your last clue.
Go to the house where we defeated the cook
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If you want to find the other shoe,
Then come to the parc,
4 pm, at the fountain.