iMarry You, Chapter 8

Hey there kids, it's been a little while, hasn't it?

Sup, so if I were dan then Sam and Freddie would still be together.

Freddie POV

We had been back in Seattle for five days now. It took us almost four to get home, because out of nowhere, Spencer would lose control and drive off the road, claiming he saw the exit where in reality, there was nothing.

My mom was so relieved that I came home in one piece, in the care of Spencer nonetheless. Hah. If she knew. If she really knew what happened. Sam and I had a semblance of a plan, and so far, we hadn't gotten an annulment, which I was ecstatic about. Not that she didn't threaten one almost everyday. We had failed to mention our plans to Carly or Spencer, because we didn't want to get their hopes up for nothing.

I tapped on the FruitSamurai app on my PearPhone, waiting for Sam to reply to my texts. We were supposed to go apartment hunting today, if she bothered to contact me. Frustrated at my lack of skill in the game, I threw my phone onto the table.

"Now Freddie, I know that wasn't you scratching up my table!" My mom called out from the laundry room. She was bleaching our towels white for the third time this week. Lord, I couldn't wait to leave.

"Sorry mom! Hey is it ok if I get lunch with Sam at the mall?" I picked the mall because it was far away, and it gave us a reason to be gone for the whole afternoon.

"Carly isn't going?" She called out.

"No? Why?"

"Then you can go. I just hate that Carly girl Freddie! She's no good!" I could almost see her distasteful frown radiating from the other room.

"I know mom, I know." It took Sam a good half hour, but she finally responded and we met up, taking cab to a real estate agent we managed to find.

In the lobby of Bushwell, I greeted her. "Hellooo, Mrs. Puckett" I chirped cheerfully. She all but attacked me.

"Not here Freddie! People could be watching!" She was whispering. I couldn't blame her. The last thing we needed was the world finding out that we were married, and even worse, the reasons why.

We decided on an up and coming neighborhood in one of the middle areas of Seattle. From what I researched and the agent, Cassidy, told us, the rent was really reasonable, and it was safe. I was fine with that. It was all we needed. I wondered if Sam planned on sleeping in the same room as me, let alone the same bed. Hmm. It would probably be awkward, but then again wasn't this whole situation?

The first apartment was a four story walk up, and Sam hated it. So that was a no. The second didn't look safe. The third had way too many plumbing and electric issues. We were at the sixth apartment at five thirty.

"Freddie, this is getting annoying," Sam pouted. She always got whiny when things took too long, or she was hungry. Rolling my eyes I handed her a bag of dried bacon strips I packed for her. "I guess we could look at a few more."

The building we were currently at was a goldish brick building, and looked pretty old. Cassidy took us inside, leading us up two flights of stairs. She unlocked the door, and I knew I was sold. There were dark wood floors, some areas pretty scuffed up. The living room was small, but contained two large windows, lots of molding, and a spacious archway into the dining room/ kitchen area.

"It's a two bedroom, one bath. The bathroom needs to be updated, and the kitchen. But besides the floors and some areas of plaster, everything is perfect! All of the electric and plumbing has been restored by the owner of the building, so everything is sound. It's $1,200 a month, utilities included," Cassidy smiled at us a showed us around.

She was right, both the kitchen and bathroom had a distinct '80's feel, and the bathroom desperately needed an update. The first bedroom was pretty sizeable, and had a closest. The other was really small, but whatever. There were a few closets here and there, and overall, I loved it.

I nudged Sam's side. "Whattaya think?" I asked. I really hoped she was on board with this one. The only one she liked was brand new, and had a $2,500 monthly rent, so that wasn't happening.

"I like it, but I dunno. Do you really feel like doing the work?" Of course. Sam wasn't really handy, and work was anything but up her alley. I really wouldn't mind doing a bit of work.

"I swear I'll do it! Really. Can we get this one, pretty pleaaaase?" I put on a pouty face, and Sam pretended to throw up.

"Fine" she relented.

We were taken back to Cassidy's office and managed to get the rent down to $1,000 a month. I was working at the Pear Store, and Carly got Sam a job at a fancy restaurant, where the manager was a huge iCarly fan. We should be able to handle a grand I thought, plus I had a nice cushion of savings. I decided that I would handle the money, since I was sure Sam was a disaster with it.

"When can we move in?" Sam asked.

"Next week!" Cassidy responded with a beaming smile. "Oh, I almost forgot! The current renter is leaving whatever furniture he wants in the apartment, so I wouldn't buy anything until you see what's left." With that, she handed us our keys and we were on our way.

Carly POV

I shut the door to my apartment as I began to head out. Neither Sam nor Freddie was answering their phones, and Wendy and Gibby were busy. didn't like how Sam and Freddie were ignoring me all of a sudden. I had nothing really to do today since it was my day off from work so I decided I would head out and shop around. Maybe I would get a manicure. I glanced down at my chipping pink nails. Definitely a manicure. I

I turned the corner to go to the main elevator on the hallway when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to see Mrs. Benson. Greaaaat. Ever since we got back from California the four of us had been acting weird around her. I had been stuttering and running away almost every time I talked to the woman. It was just sooo hard not to tell her about Sam and Freddie! Oh dear, what does she want?

"Hi Mrs. Benson!" I said with a chirp, trying to remain bubbly around her. If I gave her an attitude, it would only give her another reason to hate me. I just hated it when people didn't like me!

"Hello Carly," She said coolly. "I was wondering if you had noticed a change of attitude in my Freddie since you returned for California. He's been acting strangely around me lately. Did you have something to do with this? I don't want you messing with my son!" Of course she would accuse me. Oh no,no, no! What to tell her… Ahh! I was getting fidgety, and started pacing around her.

"No, Freddie's just a friend ma'am! And, uh, sorry! I don't know what you mean! Is that a bird flying down the hallway? Gotta go!" Mrs. Benson turned to where the 'bird' was supposed to bed, and I ran into the elevator.

As I was shutting the door, I heard her call out that she didn't see a bird. Ah man Carly! You didn't play that smooth. Not at all. I hit myself on the head. I began to pace around the elevator. "It's ok!" I said out loud. "She's never gonna know. If I don't tell her, then nothing can go wrong, right? Ah man, Carly you know you can do better than a fake bird! Why not a dog? A dog's way more believable!"

I didn't even notice the woman and her young son get onto the elevator. That Is, until I heard him ask his mom if I was crazy. The woman put her arm around him protectively and said, "Stay away from people like that, ok honey? They're not right in the head." Hey! I was plenty right in the head. I folded my arms. In the lobby, the practically ran out of the elevator.

Lewbert was off duty today, and a relatively boring man was in his place, not that I minded. I strolled down the Seattle streets, relatively pleased that today it wasn't raining. In fact, the sun was popping out every now and then!

I popped into Jacy's department store, browsing the clothes for awhile. I soon got bored, so I went to a cute little nail salon and got a mani-pedi. It wasn't as fun without Wendy to gossip with, or Sam to drive the ladies crazy. While the woman was doing my feet, I decided to text Sam again.

To: Samm is my life

From: Carlotta

Sent: 12:17 p.m.

SAM! this isnt funny. If u nd Freddie stop answering I swear im gonna tell mrs b about u guys! ANSWER ME!

I knew this would get her to answer. Me telling Mrs. Benson wasn't something Sam was gonna test me on. Not so shockingly, Sam answered within minutes.

To: Carlotta

From: Samm is my life

Sent: 12:19 p.m.

Sorry! Frednub and I are out do u want us to meet u?

It was kinda weird how much time alone Sam and Freddie had spent together lately. I was really happy though. Weirded out, but happy for them. I really did want it to work. The three of us decided to meet up at the Groovy Smoothie.

Sam and Freddie walked in a few minutes after me. I was sipping a strawberry splash and swirling around in a pivoty chair. I decided I wanted to know more about their little relationship thing going on. It was like when they kissed and didn't tell me!

They sat down at the table and I decided I would start off with my suspicions. Hmph. "Guys," I said in my coolest voice I could manage. "You know how I feel when you leave me out of the plans!"

They exchanged a look. Yeah that's what I thought! Freddie spoke up first. "I know Carly but you gotta understand that you aren't" his voice changed to a whisper "you know, married, to me. Sam is."

"But it isn't fair that you don't keep me updated! No more secrets, remember?" I pouted. If I was married, I wouldn't keep them in the dark. No I would let them in on stuff that was happening. It wasn't very nice that they weren't telling me stuff.

Sam gave Freddie a look. "Should we tell her?" Freddie shrugged, and Sam took this as a yes I guessed. "Freddie and I just signed on to rent an apartment for a year." Sam wasn't looking at me, probably afraid of my reaction.

I squealed! Ahhh I knew it! They were in love! And moving in together. Oh how romantic! I couldn't wait to help them decorate it! Oh, and the baby's room! Wait Carly. I reminded myself, they weren't pregnant. Yet. Hehe. "Yayy! I'm so happy for you! When do you move in? Have you told your mom? Oh, can I help decorate? Please, please , oh pretty please?"

"Well next week. No. and why not? Just keep in mind, this is a test run, okay?" Freddie sounded tired. But hey, that's what you get for marrying Sam.

"Ok! Hey Sam, what do you think of a pink bedroom?" I thought I saw Sam and Freddie exchange a glance, but I barely noticed. We had a lot of work to do!

Not my best, but guess who finds out that Frednub's married in a couple of short chapters? Mama Benson ;)