Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

#3-Birthday:

He was all alone.

Freddie Benson sat silently on the curb in front of Bushwell Plaza. He held a cupcake with a single candle in it, already burned out. He wore a simple blue polo with a horizontal white stripes. He wore a new pair of tan cargo shorts and white sneakers. The new attire was given to him by his mother, the one person who didn't forget about his birthday.

Freddie turned sixteen that day, a day closer to becoming a true adult. But not in his mother's eyes. She still saw he small boy with Galaxy War action figures and everything relating to computers.

But Freddie was growing up. He still admired the Galaxy War trilogy and liked technical equipment. But he wasn't as obsessive anymore. He took video designing classes in school and worked on iCarly.

Freddie watched the cars pass him, during the cold and busy night. The street lights lit up as the sun set over the city skyline. That was it. His birthday was done.

School was worse than it is usually was. More name callings, more teasing, less notice from friends. Carly was still herself and Sam was still torturing him. Nothing new from them, which hurt Freddie somewhat.

How could they have forgotten? He went to their birthday parties, he gave then presents, he acknowledged there birthdays as soon as he saw them.

Freddie sighed as he picked the paper from the cupcake. He picked it up for himself since his mom had an errand to run. It was chocolate with cocoa frosting. He went to take a bite but he then suddenly felt a rain drop hit his head. He looked up and saw the clouds cover the once clear night sky and rain on the Seattle streets.

Oh Seattle.

Freddie got up and slowly went back into the building. One car in particular, came flying by and the biggest and muddiest puddle that ran down along the edge of the road flew up and hit Freddie in the back. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and another hit the puddle which caused the mud to hit the front of his.

He didn't care anymore.

He entered Bushwell Plaza, passing the doorman Lewbert, and went up the stairs. He took his time, dragging his feet up the steps, and stepping on the lonely eighth floor.

Freddie walked down the hallway to where his and Carly's apartments were. She wasn't home, Freddie could tell. He opened his door with his house keys and went inside.

His apartment was much smaller than Carly's. His was one floor with large living room and narrow kitchen and small dining near a window over looking the city. But past that was a small hallway; to the left was his room, his mom's room to the right, and the bathroom was at the end.

He went to the kitchen and found some leftover meatless meatloaf and carrots. He could never figure out how his mom could make a meatless meatloaf. After heating it up, he went to his room.

He was shocked of what he found. A present lay on his bed with a card beside it. The window was open, but who would've climbed to the eighth floor? Freddie set his meal on his desk and walked over to his bed.

He went for the card first but noticed it said to open the present before reading the card. Freddie teared open the brightly wrapped present and saw it was a box. He opened the lid and gasped.

It was a new laptop, new camera equipment, and a fatcake. Freddie grinned from ear to ear. He went for the card and read it:

Hey Fredward,

I guess you can tell that I'm either awesome or nuts. I could be both actually. Lol.

Anyway, so I hear you're now 16. Little Freddie's growing up. I still can;t believe you have galaxy war action figures in you're room. You're such a nub. You can't deny it. So that's why I took the Nug Nug one.

Freddie looked on his nightstand and noticed the Nug Nug action figure was indeed gone. Freddie rolled his eyes and continued reading:

Can you believe I've known you for almost seven years? You're were a nub then when Carly introduced me to you. I hit you in the head with an ice cream cone. Ah...the good 'ol days. I could do whatever I wanted with no limits. No one to stop...until I met you. I met my match, my foe, my punching bag...my nub.

I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I had never met you. I'd be in juvy, I'd be unliked by everyone, maybe Carly. I'd be the person that people would either avoid or be friends with so they wouldn't get hurt by me.

But the past 7 years have probably been the bast seven years of my life. Not just because I'm on popular web show, not just because I have Carly as my best friend, not just because I can get my way. The past 7 years have been the best because you're the only nub that can actually stand me, can take my punches, and remarks and fight back once and a while.

That's why I sometimes feel guilty if I hit you too hard, or say something too harsh. I've never been this close to any guy, not even my dad. You, Carly, and Spencer are like the family I've never had.

If you weren't here, I wouldn't have Carly; she'd be with Missy. Spencer wouldn't help me, he probably wouldn't know me. I would not even have my first kiss yet.

Well, I'm rambling, nub. Enjoy the stupid laptop and camera stuff. You wouldn't believe the trouble I had to go through to get those things. (I stole them ;) )

Anyhow, Happy Birthday Freddork and thanks for the great 7 years.

-Sam

P.S: IF YOU DARE SHOW THIS TO ANYONE BENSON, I'LL DESTROY THOSE PRESENTS AND RELEASE A PACK OF WILD RACCOONS AND BEARS INTO YOUR ROOM AND PUT DEAD BIRDS IN YOUR PANTS!!!!!!!!!

Well #3 is done. I hope I wasn't out of character for Sam during the letter part.

Actually, I think she's the easiest character to write because one of my friends acts VERY similar to her. She's loud, lazy, doesn't care what others think, yet she has a heart that is rarely shown; like Sam.

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