I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!
Hey guys! I'm super sorry for not updating, honestly I've just been lazy :P
But as a 'sorry gift' here's a SUPER long chappie! (Note: Freddie drama on the way)
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Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, Lady Ga Ga, The Twilight actors, M & M's or Victoria's secret.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sam's POV~~~~~~~~~~
I laughed at Carly's joke, slurping on my smoothie.
"Hey." I heard the familiar voice of Gibby behind me.
"Hey Gibby." Carly greeted him.
"Hey Gibbs."
"So where's Freddie? I thought he'd be with you guys."
"Yeah Carls, why didn't he come?"
Carly sighed, looking into her lap. "He's working…again."
Gibby and I exchanged a look.
"Well, see ya." He said, taking off his shirting and dramatically walking away.
I glanced at Carly, the smile she had moments ago was gone, she seemed upset.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Carly! Come on! What is it?"
She sighed.
"It's just that, Freddie. He" she sighed, tugging on a lock of her hair " he barely goes out anymore, all he does is work, and. I- I really, he, I."
She sighed.
"He's hurting, Sam."
What? What was Carly talking about, he wasn't hurting, right?
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"He's blamed everything on himself, we both know this isn't his fault," she gestured at my stomach " but he's acting like it, all he does is work, like he needs to redeem himself or something, I don't know. He-he thinks he's some horrible monster."
I stared at Carly, a few tears were falling down her cheeks, and I knew this was serious chiz.
Without a word I stood up and left.
I needed to find Freddie.
Mr. Alley's Bowling was where his second job was.
I know, how does a minor get TWO JOBS?!
Beats me.
I walked into a room filled with happy people.
Little kids playing the arcade games in the corner, teenagers on first dates.
Boys chowing down on hot dogs, girls munching on candy.
I was never a fan of bowling.
Usually I went because the place had A/C, pizza, and it was something to do.
Not today though, today I came for Freddie.
"I'm a size 6 ½, and my fiancé's a size 10."
"Here you go." Freddie handed the shoes to the young blonde woman.
"Thanks." She said through a perky smile, walking away.
"May I help- Sam?!" He glanced up it mid sentence to notice me.
"Sam what are you doing here?" His voice was panicky and shaking.
I glanced at the nametag of his co-worker.
"Paul, can you cover for him?" I asked. Paul nodded and I lead Freddie outside.
"Freddie, this isn't your fault."
He gave me a questioning look.
I gestured at my stomach in response.
I could see Freddie's eyes wandering away, he didn't believe me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and made him face me.
"We were drunk Freddie. You didn't even know that stupid punch was spiked. Neither of us knew what was going on. We were wasted Freddie," I sighed "It was a trick thing. It was an accident."
His russet eyes stared back as he nodded.
They just weren't the same, neither was he.
As he turned and walked back to the building, the only thing I could think was:
'Why is he wearing a sweatshirt when it's so hot out?'
He never wore them when it was cold, but on the one hot day of winter, he does?
Weird.
~~~~~~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~~
I laughed as Carly danced like a dork to "Just Dance."
Even though I lived here now, it had been awhile since we had a REAL sleepover.
So tonight we had it all: Pizza, soda, music, movies, phone (prank calling), nail polish, makeup, hair stuff, popcorn, chips, candy, ice cream, EVERYTHING.
This night was going to be so epic.
We were in Carly's room because hers had more room than mine.
The walls were purple, with blue polka dots. A bed with gray sheets.
We sat on the floor in our beanbags, sipping mountain fizz and talking.
"Hey!" Spence yelled opening the door. Carly looked up and I turned around to face him.
"I got you guys the best thing ever!"
"What?" Carly asked, amused.
Spender held up a sign, it was shaped as a striped flashing sock, with the iCarly logo on it.
"Cool!" We said in union.
"Later." He told us, leaving.
~~~~About an hour later~~~~
"Ok, umm Taylor or Robert?"
"Taylor!"
"Robert!" We both yelled out at the same time.
"Eww, how could you think Roberts hotter?" I asked her.
"He just is!"
"He's ugly!"
She dramatically gasped " Sam! Take that back! Have you seen his jaw line?"
I laughed, "Jaw line? Have you seen Taylor's 6-pack?"
"Robert has a six-pack too!"
"Well Taylor's eyes are dreamy! They're like two melting brown M &M's!"
Carly glanced at the melting bowl of ice cream in her lap.
"You know what sounds really good right now?" She asked.
I shrugged back.
"Sundaes with M&M's."
I quickly nodded in agreement. We dashed to her stairs.
"Be quiet on the stairs, Spencer might be asleep." She told me, Tip Toeing.
"I just don't know what to do anymore!" Cried a familiar voice.
Mrs. Benson?
She was sitting on the couch next to Spencer, she looked hasty in a way.
Carly sighed, "Wait until she's gone, she'll yell at us for an hour for being up so late."
She dashed back upstairs, not turning to see if I had followed.
I hadn't.
I kneeled down near the railing to listen in.
"Spencer, I honestly think their's something wrong with my baby boy."
"Well, maybe it's just a teen being a teen."
"This isn't him being a teenager, teenagers rebel to have fun. See Carly, or Samantha or any of his friends act the way he does? They don't, they act like kids."
"What are you saying? They're immature?" Spencer questioned.
"No Spencer, I'm saying they're normal. Freddie's not acting normal. He locks himself in his room. He hardly eats, he just seems so serious about everything." She let out a whimper.
"And just they other day, I walked into his room to find him facing a wall, holding a- holding a-"
"What?" Spencer asked, worried.
"A frickin razor blade!" She practically screamed (A/N: Plez don't hate meh, I promise Freddie will be fine)
"Oh my god." Spencer stated bluntly, summing up both our thoughts at once.
"Maybe, you could take him out somewhere. Even though I hate it when you do, I know he loves spending time with you. I don't know maybe you could take him to the movies or something, I'll pay."
"No need, It's fine by me to pay."
Mrs. Benson gave him a look then nodded, leaving.
"Sam! Come on! Oh, wait, is she gone?"
I looked up at Carly nodding.
Obviously she heard nothing.
I wasn't in the mood for M&M sundaes anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~The next night, still Sam's POV~~~~~~~~
I plugged my phone into its charger and glanced at my mirror.
Pajama pants, oversized T-shirt, messy blonde hair.
I was definitely ready for bed.
And that's when I heard the knock on my door.
"It's Freddie."
I sighed.
"Just a minute, I'm getting dressed." I lied to him.
I quickly tore of the t-shirt in replace for a new tank top I had just gotten.
It was from Victoria's secret and it was gray, and lacey and well…yeah.
I pulled a brush through my hair before tying it up in a high ponytail.
I sprayed on some body mist, and then opened the door.
I moved to the side to let him walk in.
"So uh what's this about?" I asked, closing my door.
"I um, I have the rest of the money, we can finally get an ultrasound.
"Thank you." I said taking it. I expected him to leave, but he didn't.
"I also wanted to, thank you for what you said yesterday." He added.
"Don't thank me for pointing out the truth."
He looked at me for a few more seconds.
"Your hair is up." He bluntly stated, gesturing towards my head.
"Uh, yeah, why?" I asked confused, trying to maintain my cool and treat him kindly.
"Don't wear it like that, it- it looks better down."
I felt his hand make its way into my hair, and pull the elastic out.
Since when was he so close?
"Thanks." I told him as long blonde locks fell around my face.
"Don't thank me for pointing out the truth." He replied with a tiny smile.
My hand went to his waist and my lips to his cheek, then I hugged him, I squeezed him.
I never wanted to let go.
But I had to.
He stood there dumbstruck for a moment, before silently leaving.
A/N: Guess what guys! I'm going to write another Seddie story! It's called "Dear Freddie."
Look out for it!
