Sam's POV
After yesterday's spectacular performance by Fredfreak, I decided to do check out what the fans of iCarly have to say on the event.
"SpeedyPheonix103 says: Good one, Sam! You got him there!" I read out loud.
"Why are there such mean people in this world?" Carly walked over to the computer, bringing a bag of chips along the way. "If Freddie sees this, he's going to freak."
"I know!" I exclaimed in excitement. "I actually thought of using this as the day's gift, but pity it doesn't come in 8s or it would really be a great gift."
Carly just smiled in disbelief. "Just make sure that Freddie doesn't see this yet, or I-"
"Carly! Sam!" Swanward burst into the apartment. Yup, Swanward. Cool name, huh. I thought of that on the spot. It ain't worse than those that I spent hours to think of. "Did you see that? There's a video on Splashface about my encounter with the swans yesterday! And it's got more than a million views!"
"Freddie, we're sorry it happened. But we promise that it won't hap-" Carly was interrupted.
Fredswan smiled in excitement. Yup, score two for Puckett's book of sudden names. "Those views got our site the most page viewers yet! Now, almost the entire Seattle knows about us!"
"You mean the entire world of nerds and computer geeks." I corrected him.
"Whatever," he replied. "I'm in a mood too good to care about your remarks."
"Fredpus Benson doesn't care about Sam Puckett's remarks? Wow, that's new," I was really shocked, but I decided to shake it off. "I may be surprised by your new attitude, but don't get your hopes up, Benson. I'm still on with my little plan for the next 3 days of Christmas."
Carly frowned as she walked towards the calendar. "It's the eighth day of Christmas already? Since when?"
"Since Fudgeface first met Santa," I teased. "Sitting on his lap and telling Santa what he wants for Christmas. Little Freddie. Aww..." I made funny sounds to exaggerate the situation.
But Freddiffer didn't move an inch at the sound of my remarks. Boy, has he really changed his attitude. But wait till he sees what I've got in store for the eighth day of Christmas. It would be a miracle if the Queen of the tech-geeks doesn't respond to my little gift.
"Knock knock," someone was at the door. From the nasal voice and the impatience, it was obvious who it was. "Oh, I just let myself in. Come on, Fredward, let's go meet Santa Claus at the mall. We're going to be late."
"Coming, mom," he replied nonchalantly. It seemed that he couldn't care less for the remarks I would make.
"Carly," the mad woman called. "Remember to lock your door next time. You wouldn't want strangers in your house, would you?"
Once again, that lady was spreading her propaganda about home safety. Usually, it came with health advises too.
"Oh, and Sam," she called before leaving the apartment. "Those chips aren't very good for your health. Here, try these oranges. They contain vitamin C and helps prevent bronchitis, asth-"
"Okay, mom," Fredmud pulled his mother out of the door, making her drop her oranges on the ground.
I picked them up, rubbed then against my shirt and thrust my thumb into it. It reminded me of the time I presented my idea of going green to the class. Good times, good times...
"For once, the food that Crazy recommends taste good," I yelled out to Carly, who was still in the kitchen. Spencer was out collecting items from the town garage, so he left the chores and cooking to his baby sister. "You should try one of these."
"No thanks," she replied, looking disgusted. "Unlike you, I take my share of vitamins everyday."
"What?" I frowned. "Just because I take more proteins than vitamins doesn't mean I don't take them everyday too."
She rolled her eyes.
When I turned to face the TV, something shiny caught my eye as the perfect gift for the eighth day of Christmas was lying on the couch.
"Fredqueer left his laptop here," I announced.
Carly ignored me for a second, before it struck her too. "No, Sam. Don't you even think about it. It's Freddie's laptop. You could ruin his life!"
"Chillax," I grinned. "I'm just fixing it. It would work even better once he comes back. He would be surprised at the speed of this baby!"
"I hope it's a good surprise, Sam," Carly seemed wary of me. "You better not be up to no good or you'll not be tasting any ham from my fridge for the rest of the year."
"Don't worry, everything will be okay. Trust me."
I sat down on the couch and switched the laptop on. It's a PearBook, so the interface looked different from the usual one I used. But, I still have an idea on how to use it.
"Password... Hmm... I know!" I smirked. "ilovecarly."
The laptop was still locked.
"What?" I was surprised. "Impossible!"
"What's wrong?" Carly asked, walking over to me.
"I can't log in to Fredpus's laptop," I still had that shocked look on my face. "I tried the usual password, but it didn't work."
She shot me a confused look. "What usual password?"
"ilovecarly," I stated. "And surprisingly, that didn't work. It used to work the last time I tried it!"
"When was the last time you tried it?" she asked while trying to figure out the password to Fredweird's laptop.
"Err... Two months ago?" it came as more of a question than an answer.
She giggled. "There, we're in." She passes the laptop to me.
"How'd you figure that out?" I looked at Carly in a different light. Not bad for a goodie-to-shoes, I guess.
"Freddie got over his little crush ever since we broke up," she smiled. "So, I just changed my name into someone else's name."
"Who?" I was getting more and more curious by the minute.
She giggled. "He'll tell you some day, but for now, it's better for you not to know about it."
"Maybe you're right," I grinned. "It's time for some new updates for this old baby..."
Freddie's POV
"Hey Santa," I stood beside him since I was too old for his lap. "It's good to see you again."
"Nice to meet you too, Fredward," he smiled ever so brightly. "What is your Christmas wish this year? Is it about that girl again?"
I blushed. "You know me best, Santa. But this time, I'm not asking for her to change for the better."
"Then what would you want for Christmas this year then?" he asked.
"All I want for Christmas is to be right beside her forever, even if I have to watch her from afar while she dates some other guy, I am content just to have her around. I would guard her from danger, do everything I can to keep her safe, even if I can't keep her by my side," I replied. Noticing the smile on Santa's face, I knew that this year's wish was going to be like last year's.
"Freddie, my boy," he gestured for me to go over. "As long as you have the motivation and determination to do something, you will be able to do it. You don't need no wish to do something for the people around you. All you need is love and care."
I sighed. "Santa, you say that every year, but does it really really work if I have the determination?"
"You'll have to wait and see," he was ever so fatherly. "And now, to take the very first step, why don't you tell her how you feel? See her reaction and maybe, just maybe, you don't have to watch from afar, if you get what I mean."
"Oh... No, I don't really get it." I shook my head in response.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Just confess to her already!"
"Okay, okay..." I tried to calm him down. "Santa, maybe you should take a vacation or something. You seem a little cranky this year."
"I guess you're right, Fredward," he breathed deeply. "I guess you're right."
I left the mall after mom finished her Christmas shopping. Yeah, talk about late. I was looking forward to making some personalized e-cards for Carly, Sam and Spencer. But I didn't expect something like that to happen...
"NOOO!" I yelled in agony as my computer crashed and flashed its blue screen of death repeatedly in front of me.
When I finally managed to start up my laptop, I immediately ran a scan on the system, hoping to find something that I could put the blame on. And there it was...
"EIGHT COMPUTER VIRUSES?" I read the warning message on the antivirus software. "How did this happen? I only left my laptop at Carly's and then I left for the mall and... Wait a second..."
I checked my files and documents to find that my e-cards were gone. All gone...
"SAM PUCKETT!"
Yup, I probably shouldn't believe in Santa Claus anymore, should I?