my third chapter to the story, i added extra swearing words :-) P.s i do not own Icarly, it's a nickelodeon production... RxR and enjoy, cheers
Third persona –
The people who knew Samantha Puckett would know that she is not like other girls, not delicate dandelions that are sweet, neat and innocent…. Hell no! Sam is one of the most dirtiest, rudest and messiest girls alive, she would eat literally everything you have and turn your lovely home into a…I have no word for it, just disgusting, seriously just ask her BFF Carly Shay, who lived with it for years…
But for some sort of strange reason, she was different when she lived in the apartment of Fredward Benson, she wasn't the greatest housemate but she wasn't the horrid Sam before. He observed her regularly, she was the same Sam during dinner but when it comes to mess, she wasn't as difficult, he would sometimes see her doing laundry or washing up her dishes. It was hard to believe but she was WAY cleaner. She would wake up at around noon and have her brunch, then have a shower, then sleep, then eat and finally sleep again. And that was the cycle for a few days.
Sam's POV –
Why do I feel a sudden happiness feeling inside me so warm and fuzzy, where did all these weird trees come from?... they're actually kinda beautiful, autumn leaves gently shifting in the breeze "ahhhhh" that breeze…. Brushing slightly against my skin and the smell of morning dew from the rain droplets on the grass from the sprinkle on the night before… just as I'm walking past the big oak trees I notice a family siting and happily chattering amongst each other under the day sky. I have the sudden urge to walk closer to them. As I do, the faces of the family of three look more familiar.
"Mom? Melanie?"
They turn towards me. Yes that IS them, what are they doing here? Having a picnic?
The third family member slowly spins to face me, his soft long dark blonde hair pulled back in a low ponytail. His gentle face, his calming blue eyes and his soft smile…
" Dad?"
Waking up with sweat dripping down my face was some thing people would do when they are awaken from a nightmare but was this really a nightmare? It was a dream… or a memory.
It's 2:30am on a school night…fuck. I shouldn't be awake but I can't go back to sleep. Not with things cluttering my fucking mind. I need the Internet, yes, that's what I need or food I always need food.
Tiredly getting up from the couch and slowly finding my way to the only room in the house that had some technology that was Fred dorks room.
Walking to his room felt like forever, the floorboards creaked and got louder every step I took but this wasn't the hard part, it was the door I was mainly worried of, Fred weird almost always sleeps with the door completely shut, so opening it could make some noise.
With many small squeaks and creaks it was at last big enough for my body to squeeze through, the room wasn't entirely dark, there was a small nightlight near the corner of his bed shining against his sleeping body. His bedroom was almost exactly the same as a few years ago when I was last here, yeah, I remember that… slightly smirking in the darkness I recall the moment he was hit by a taco truck trying to save Carl's, they were some pretty good taco's… then him and Carly started dating as I think of it, my grin starts to die down. It wasn't the best thing that happened that year but it was over for a long time now…
Anyhow, the computer was of course the latest model of the pear flat screen, there were two monitors and a whole bunch of other technology shit lying around, well what do you expect for a nerd who has nothing else to do in his life.
Freddie POV –
I woke up from one of the most beautiful dreams I've had because of hearing clicking and giggling, at first I thought it was one of those nightmares that you think you wake up but you don't and something scary happens but then after seeing a bright light coming from my computer area I figured out it was only Sam, the living and walking nightmare of my life.
Yawning, I steadily reach out to grab my alarm clock near my bed, 2:45! Really, she had to be on the net at 2:45 at night?
I start to groan in annoyance while she silently laughs "Sam? What are you doing on my computer at 3 o'clock in the morning?" I finally say.
"Updating my status" she hesitantly says. I swiftly sit up and shoot her a confused/what the fuck expression. "Who the hell do you think is going to be on at 3 o'clock in the morning?" I end by emphasizing the last few words.
She doesn't reply… silence from her lips but her fingers are dancing all over my keyboard like fuck…
I groan one last time before collapsing back into bed thinking… why the hell did I let her live with me? While I mentally slap myself over and over again…
I eventually woke up because of my alarm clock. All right, it's six in the morning…yay! I moan as I tiredly walk to my bathroom a few steps from my bed to start on my daily school morning routine.
The icy cold water from the shower hitting my body and face wakes me up, okay time to wash up, soap rinse done. Luckily my mom stopped giving those stupid tick baths years ago. I am nearly 18 now and she just learned what the word privacy meant and how I need it, now she's not barging in my rooms so frequently, oh I remember how she learned that lesson, roaming in to my bedroom when I was trying to do my business on my bed… that was embarrassing like hell.
Brushing my teeth with a towel wrapped around my bottom half, I start to check myself out in the mirror. I've been hitting the gym at least twice a week and have been doing quite a lot of workouts and it all paid off with these abs and muscles, yeh not to brag or anything but, I'm hot!
All right. Finishing touches, I need lots of this hair gel crap to make my hair all pointy and sharp. One last look at my outfit before going out of the bathroom, white V-neck shirt, tight but not too tight black jeans and a pair of white socks.
Walking out of the toilet I take a quick glance at the clock, 7 o'clock, wow, I spend almost half the time Sam does in the bathroom.
I step into the living room and the first thing I see is Sam siting on the couch loudly chewing on a piece of bacon. Good she's awake so we at least aren't late for school. I grab my lunch that my mom had already packed and place it neatly in my backpack. My mom comes out of her room, grabs her purse and with a quick wave and a kiss she leaves out the door to work. I take about 10 minutes eating my breakfast and wait a few more minutes until she's done before I retrieve my car keys from the key hook and leave with Sam following behind me.
The car ride was quieter then usual, Sam sat on first passenger seat looking out the window into the Seattle rainy weather.
Breaking the silence I ask, "So what do you have first period?"
She answered with a grunt, "ah, who gives a shit, I'm not gonna be in it."
We stop at a traffic light and I yell concerned "what? Are you skipping classes again? Seriously Sam it's…" she cut me off before I could finish.
"I'm not skipping class dork, ted wants to see me for the first two periods"
I wasn't really that concerned about her going to the principal's office; she was there at least once every week.
