iOMF

iOh My Fudge

Chapter 21: iLove Who?

Brad's POV

"I know we haven't been dating a while, but I feel like I've – no, no, no, that's too cheesy…" Freddie rambles in the iCarly studio without knowing I'm there. "Maybe some reverse psychology and tell her that I hate her? …No… I could come right out and say it… I love you!"

I smirk and walk into the studio. "Wow, I'm flattered, but I thought you had a girlfriend."

Freddie jumps and yells (apparently men yell, not scream? Psh) as he turns around to face me. "Dude!"

I start to laugh. "Sorry, sorry, I just had to! But, uh, are you practicing to say the L word?"

"No, I'm saying it to my imaginary friend!" Freddie says sarcastically.

"No need for sarcasm!" I tell him.

"Sorry… I'm just nervous, you know? I feel like that if I said it, it would be too soon and scare her away or something… and I really don't want that!" Freddie tells me honestly. He looks like he's having a really hard time about this.

"Well, are you sure you feel that way?" I ask.

"Absolutely! I spent all of yesterday thinking about this! I just really don't want to lose her. She has a tendency to run away from her problems or if she's going in too deep… plus, she hasn't had the best experience with guys, and I just want to be there for her."

I smile softly at him. "You really love her." He smiles and nods shyly. "Well, I think you should tell her. We pretty much already know how she feels…"

"Yeah…" he sighs. "I guess I'll go home and figure it out, later."

"Bye… oh and Freddie?" he turns back to look at me and I smirk. "It's after school on a Tuesday at Carly's apartment… you're lucky I was the one who found you and not your girlfriend."

He rolls his eyes and laughs. "Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right."

iOhMyFudge

On Thursday, we're – as in Carly, Sam, Freddie, Gibby, and I – all sitting around the living room at the Shay's apartment. Where else would we go? This is a time for one of those snort-laughs.

"But I just don't get the whole concept of pineapples being underwater, I thought they could float," I say.

"No, that's the whole point of the show!" Freddie defends the cartoon.

"But there's an astronaut squirrel living underwater," Carly says incredulously.

"They must've been having some good times writing that show…" Sam smirks and nods her head. I raise an eyebrow. I'm not sure if I even want to know what she's saying.

"I have no idea what you guys are talking about. That show is perfectly normal!" Gibby tells us seriously.

"GUYS!" Spencer yells as he stumbles into the apartment with uh, things that look like they came from the dump in his hands.

"WHAT?" Carly asks in the same manner as her brother.

"I'm almost positive that Jenny is the one…" Spencer smiles goofily. I'm not sure if it's a lovesick one or just his natural grin. "We've had so many good times already."

"Good job, Spence," Sam says absentmindedly while moving her position to lie against Freddie on the couch. Freddie rolls his eyes.

Spencer looks at her weirdly. "Um… thanks? Anyways, I feel like I should tell her that I love her, you know, before it's too late."

"What's too late?" I ask.

"When she gets tired of me!" Spencer says as if it were obvious.

"Oh..?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, so I was thinking about a good place to say it and I was thinking…" he looks at us excitedly as if he was about to tell us the greatest fudge recipe ever. "The junkyard!"

We all look at him skeptically as he looks at us, making gestures to say something. "…The junkyard!" he repeats, expecting us to say something.

"Guppy always wants me to take him there," Gibby randomly says. We all look at him for a moment before focusing back on Spencer.

"The junkyard?" Freddie asks with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the weird Gibby comment.

"Yeah!" Spencer smiles excitedly. "You know, there we are, looking around for new stuff to put on our sculptures, when bam! I tell her that I love her!"

Carly sighs, but smiles anyways. "Whenever you feel the time is right…" I look over to Freddie with raised eyebrows, hoping he's get the hint to listen to Carly. He subtly nods while rolling his eyes.

"Awesome!" Spencer smiles and stumbles into his room.

"This is going to be interesting…" I tell them.

iOhMyFudge

It's finally Saturday and I'm driving over to Freddie's apartment. Last night he said he was planning on telling Sam that he loves her! I can't wait to hear what happens! I hope nothing bad happened! That would be really bad, especially since he was really stressing over that.

I think I should ask Carly out… random thought, but still. I mean, there's just something about her that draws me towards her. I can have an actual conversation with her and I feel so happy when I'm around her… but would she say no? If she said no, would that ruin things? I sure hope not! Hopefully she wouldn't say no, though…

I sigh. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't ask her out… It would be weird, right? Plus, Gibby would probably feel like a third (fifth?) wheel. Doesn't he have Tasha, though? Or are they still not exclusive?

…I don't think I should. Not now, at least.

I finally reach their apartments and go up to his door and knock.

"Mrs. Benson!" I exclaim with a fake smile, not expecting her to open the door. "Hi, is Freddie here?"

"Maybe… who are you?" she asks.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Um, Brad… we met the other day at Carly's apartment..?"

"Oh yes, are you one of Freddie's friends?" she asks.

"Well, yeah, that's why I came to talk to him," I tell her. I don't want to be rude, but maybe Sam was right about her being crazy.

"Oh, it's always a pleasure to meet one of his friends… as long as they don't make him get hit by a taco truck, constantly abuses him, or obsesses over liquid soap and has just too many problems," she says with a huge smile, but grimace when she explains Gib- I mean, the last one.

"Uh, that's basically all of his friends…" I raise my eyebrow.

"I know…" her smile falters as a grimace, but comes back. "What do you do?"

"Well, I make fudge!" I smile and begin to take something out of my backpack.

"What are you grabbing out of that bag? Is it a weapon of some sort?" Mrs. Benson asks incredulously with wide-eyes.

"No… I'm grabbing my container of fudge…" I tell her with a weird look as I bring it out of my bag. "Here, have a piece," I take one out of the container and hand it in front of me.

She looks at it warily. "Does it have poisons or anything that could harm you or-"

"Mrs. Benson," I interrupt her. "It's just a piece of fudge."

She sighs and puts it in her mouth. Her eyes widen and she hums slightly with a smile. "Oh, hm, this is good… one of the best I've had!"

"Thank you!" I smile brightly at her. "Now, uh, can I go see Freddie?"

"Oh yes, he is in his room! Nice meeting you!" she says happily.

"You too!" I smile and hurry to Freddie's room.

"Oh hey, who let you in?" Freddie asks once he sees me and I close his door. I sit on his desk chair as he sits in his bed with his laptop.

"Your mom…" I sigh.

"Oh, uh, what happened?" he asks warily.

I chuckle. "She said we never met, even though we did, and that she didn't like basically all your friends, but she likes me because I gave her fudge."

He nods with a serious look. "It changes you…"

I chuckle and shake my head. "So…" I smirk with raised eyebrows. "Last night…"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, I told her that I love her!"

"Yes!" I smile brightly. "Good job, man! Okay, what happened next?"

He eyes me weirdly. "Dude, you have been spending way too much time with Carly."

"Eh," I shrug with a slight smile.

"I know you like her," Freddie smirks.

I pretend to think about it. "Nope," I shake my head.

"Oh, okay…" He sighs and looks at his laptop.

"Alright, I do, but I don't know if I should ask her out or something! What if she rejects me and everything is all weird and stuff?" I cave in and tell him.

He chuckles. "I think you should ask her out. Sam thinks she likes you. We're both total Barly shippers."

"Barly? As in the dip? I don't know, I never really warmed up to-"

"No, dude, Brad plus Carly equals Barly!" he rolls his eyes.

"Oh…" I nod my head.

"Ask her out, you never know what might happen. I mean hey, look at me and Sam!" he smiles.

"True…"

"Go for it! Make a move!" Freddie encourages with a friendly smile.

"Alright… but you still haven't told me what happened last night," I smirk.

"Okay, well… I took her out to eat, since she's happier after she eats, and then back to the fire escape, you know, where we had our first kiss, and told her there. She punched my arm and then said, 'Love you too, nub,' then kissed me, and then called me extremely cheesy and cliché," Freddie tells me.

I blink. "That's sounds like on heck of a story…"

"Uh huh," he rolls his eyes.

"At least she said that she loves you back!" I smile brightly.

He sighs dreamily. "Yeah… she does…" he looks down as he smiles to himself. "Now go ask Carly out!"

I stutter and protest before I finally give in. "Fine…"

"Be careful, now. Spencer might be in his rare 'responsible big brother' mode!" Freddie warns.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. "I'll make sure I have extra fudge," I tell him before I leave his room.

Okay… asking Carly out… I can so do this…

DISCLAIMER: You know what the worst episode of iCarly is? iDon't Own iCarly. u_u Or any of the little iOMG moments. :P

I wanted to make a Scott Pilgrim reference at the beginning when they were talking about saying the "L word" but then I realized I'm making this as iCarly-like as possible… and as close as they have come to saying it, or hinting it, I couldn't say it. But hey, you Scott Pilgrim fans could guess what I was going to do? ;) I'll mention you people in the next (and last!) chapter!

God, I love the Brad/Freddie friendship so much. n_n Annnnd, Barly's on it's way! WOO! :D And yeah, next is the last chapter! :'( I know, it's sad.

Thanks again guys, for all your love for this story. :) Love you guys! :D

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