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I phased through Freddie's door. I'd been out all night, messing up Seattle and freaking people out. I planned to sleep, but I never got tired. Must be another ghost thing.
I looked at the boy sleeping in his bed. He was laying sprawled out on his stomach. One of his feet were sticking out of the covers, and his head was underneath his pillow.
I chuckled at the sight. But being me, I couldn't resist the temptation to wake Freddie up. I grabbed an extra pillow from off of the floor.
I raised it above my head and smiled before I began to beat Freddie with his pillow, screaming "Get up! Get up! Freddie wake up! Get up Freddimommay Benson!"
Freddie abruptly sat up, holding a stuffed dog that was tucked under his covers a moment ago, and yelled "No, not Mr. Snugglelumps!"
"Morning Freddie." I chocked out through my laughter. Freddie's eyes met mine. He suddenly realized the situation, and quickly stuffed 'Mr. Snugglelumps' under his pillows. He laughed nervously "Uh, morning Sam."
"Aww, were you having a scary dream, and was Mr. Snugglelumps keeping you safe?" I asked the boy in a condescending tone.
"Oh, shut up!" he said and hit me with the pillow from his bed. I smiled, and hit him right back.
"So, where were you last night?" Freddie asked me, still grinning.
I sat on his bed next to him "I was annoyed so I went and had some fun freaking out Seattle." I said with a devilish grin on my face.
Freddie sighed "Can't say I'm surprised." I smirked at what I considered a compliment. I know my death was caused by picking on people, but no one knew it was me except for Freddie.
"Okay," Freddie began as he stood up from his bed "I should probably get dressed."
"Alright, I'm leaving." I said and quickly left the room.
Once outside Freddie's room, I went to his living room and lazily plopped onto the couch. After about three seconds, I hit official boredom. What were you supposed to do here? All Freddie did was nerdy tech stuff. Definitely don't want to do that. At all.
I looked around the room, and my eyes fell to the TV. Of coarse. I leaned forward and picked up the remote from the coffee table, and switched on the television. It was on the tech channel.
"God Freddie, can you ever stop being a nerd?" I mumbled to myself.
I began to flip through the channels. Nature channel. Snooze fest. Food network. If I couldn't eat food, no point in watching other people eat in front of me. Dingo. No way, those Totally Terri writers stole ideas from us.
As I continued to scan through the channels, Freddie exited his bedroom, and came to sit next to me on the couch.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked me.
"Preparing my rocket so I can go to the moon and see if it really is made of cheese."
Freddie grinned "What are you watching?"
"Nothing yet. Everything is suckish."
"We could watch the te-"
"I'm not watching the tech channel." I snapped, cutting him off.
While I continued to flip from channel to channel, a woman's voice was heard throughout the loft "Freddie? Are you in the living room?"
As soon as Mrs. Benson stopped talking, Freddie put his hand over my hand that was holding the remote in the air.
"What are you doing!?" I asked, surprised by the small sparks I felt from his hand touching mine.
"If my mom sees a remote floating in the air, she might get a little suspicious."
"Well then you just take it then!" I yelled thrusting the remote into the boy's hand. In the process, the channel was switched to news.
"There you are Freddie. I made you breakfast. It's some of my famous-oh my, what is going on?" Mrs. Benson moved to another topic as she focused on the TV and saw the news.
"I'm Elena Gilbert, reporting to you live from Oshwell Avenue where the shops and businesses of this street seem to be in chaos. Over the night, nearly every business upon the road has been damaged. Or in one rare case, the owner of the Fruits and Family produce market was supposedly attacked."
The camera cut to an old woman who was scared out of her mind. I smirked. That's what you get for being around on a night when I'm ticked off.
"I was just packing up some of my food for the night, and suddenly, all the lights in the store started flashing on and off. And then, I heard some crazy thumping from a few isles over. Then, stuff started falling off of the shelves! Crashing all around me. Then, things began to float in the air around me, and they were laid on the floor and formed the words 'I'm going to get you.' And here's the really crazy part-"
The old, frantic woman disappeared and cut to Elena again. At this point I was dying of laughter.
"I'm sorry." the reporter began "We seem to have lost the feed from the Fruits and Family market owner." yeah, lost the feed. More like cut the feed because that lady sounded like she was crazy "But anyways, all the other businesses very just vandalized. Things knocked off of shelves, writing on walls, and items moved to various parts of the buildings. The police have no leads as to who might have done this because all the security cameras were bashed out by what seems like nothing. But the authorities are still searching for the culprit. I'm Elena Gilbert, back to you in the studio Mark."
Freddie then switched off the TV.
"Freddie," Mrs. Benson started in a worried tone "I don't want you leaving the house after dark anymore."
"Aw come on mo-"
"No more. Now come eat your breakfast." she said firmly, and then made her way to the kitchen.
Freddie watched her as she left out of sight. Then he turned to me "Really, Sam? You couldn't have found a better way to get out your anger than to terrorize and ruin businesses? And you even did permanent damage with the marker."
"It was washable!" I shouted in defense.
Freddie rolled his eyes at me, then looked down at the floor. I didn't break the silence, I just looked around the room. My eyes fell upon a photo of me, Carly, and Freddie.
I missed Carly. She was my best friend and I was stuck with Frederly as my company. But I didn't want to kiss Carly any more than I did Freddie.
I turned to look at the by next to me "Hey Freddie?"
He looked back at me "Yeah?"
"Can we go see Carly. I miss her."
The boy nodded "Sure we can."
We both stood up and headed for the door.
"Fredward Benson! Just where do you think you're going? You have breakfast to eat." Mrs. Benson screeched.
"I'm not hungry mom. I just want to go see how Carly's doing."
Freddie's mom was now sympathetic "Oh, okay honey. I'm glad you're at least feeling better. Last night you seemed so much happier. I know you miss Sam but it's god for you to move on." she grabbed Freddie into a hug.
After a few seconds, she let go of her son "See you later mom."
"Bye Freddie. I love you."
"Love you too." and with that, Freddie and I left the Benson apartment.
We walked across the hall, and I knocked on the door.
A filler chapter, yes, sorry about that but I hope you did like it anyway. And as for the news report, I made up everything (I would have done research for real businesses and streets but iCarly has never specified what part of Seattle the iCarly gang lives in). And Elena Gilbert is from one of my favorite books; The Vampire Diaries ;P
