Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly!

Summary: The words spoken during iSpy A Mean Teacher strangely come true. Now, Freddie Benson lives in a life that wasn't meant for him. If only he could take his words back...

CHAPTER 1

"Freddork," I heard my name nickname be called by a certain blond. However, the voice was faint. "Open the window, nub!" the faint voice spoke again. I let my eyes wander from my laptop to my window only to notice Sam lightly knocking on it with an annoyed expression on her face. Not to mention it was pouring quite heavily outside. Oh, boy! You're going to get it now, Freddie…

I walked over and opened the window to my fire escape. Sam hopped inside, leaving wet trails across my carpet. "Grab me some clothes?" She asked while walking into my washroom and shutting the door behind herself.

"You spending the night?" I called as I went through my drawers and pulled out a pair of my sweats and t-shirt for her to sleep in.

"Yup!" She replied loudly. It was her luck that my mom had a night shift tonight else we'd be caught immediately by the sound of her loud voice. My mom's hours were changed to most night shifts except on Wednesday nights. She even picked up extra shifts on weekends now because many of their staff quit and they were dependent on mom. I didn't mind though… I got to spend time with my secret girlfriend and enjoying the freedom from being checked on repeatedly by her. "I want my clothes now!" I heard Sam call from the washroom.

I took the folded clothes in my hands and knocked on the washroom door. She opened it a little, exposing her bare shoulder to me. Her hand reached out and grabbed them quickly and the door suddenly closed in my face with a loud noise. While Sam changed clothes and did whatever she had to in my washroom, I walked to my laptop and closed the windows I had opened. I was proof-reading an English essay which was due Monday. I wasn't really paying much attention to it though, since I've already read it about three times. What's the fourth going to do?

"Ah," Sam sighed deeply, walking out of my washroom. "Finally, warm and cozy!"

I shut off my laptop and joined her on my bed. While she made herself comfortable under the covers, I sat at the edge of her feet. "I thought you were staying at Carly's tonight." I stated.

"I was, but she was boring me with the details of how we're going to spy on Mrs. Briggs tomorrow," she replied with an expression of 'bored' written all over her face. "I told her my mom wanted me home tonight because she broke up with her boyfriend again."

"But your mom isn't dating anyone right now."

She sighed and shook her head in disbelief, "What am I going to do with you, dork?"

"What?" I questioned, not understanding her sudden statement of me. Then I realized what she'd meant by that. "Oh." I stated foolishly. "I get it now."

"Yes, Mr. I'm-Smart-But-Slow," she passed a lame comeback at me.

"Not your best, Sam." I chuckled. "You've called me better insults before."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," She replied. "Got any bacon?"

I sighed, getting up from the bed and starting towards the door. "Only you would want food at ten-thirty at night."

She followed me into my kitchen. I cooked some bacon for her and tidied up, putting everything away in its exact place. I wouldn't want mom to come home tomorrow morning and stare at me suspiciously as to what I did in the kitchen last night. I swear, she spots the slightest changes, it's creepy! While Sam enjoyed her many slices of bacon, I just had a glass of water. I'd already brushed my teeth and didn't want to eat anything. Not that I was hungry anyway.

Sam sat lazily on top of the kitchen counter, watching me wash, dry and put away the plate she had used for her bacon. "Thanks for the bacon, Benson," Sam smiled at me big. "Now carry me to the bedroom."

"Really, Sam?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, dork." She jumped down from the counter. I sighed and carried her bridal style. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder as I carried her into my bedroom and threw her on the bed (playfully, of course. Do you think I'm an idiot to not know the consequences if I did it harshly?). I hovered over her, placing my hands on either side of her body and leaned down to kiss her.

Just as our lips were about to meet, I heard the loud buzzing of my phone. "Great timing," Sam said sarcastically with a hint of annoyance in her voice. I straightened my position and reached over to my phone which vibrated happily on my night stand. The caller ID displayed 'Mom Calling.'

I answered the call with a casual, "Hello?"

"Hi, Freddie-bear!" My mom greeted me in her child-like voice. Ugh! If only she understood how much I disliked her calling me that and especially the tone she spoke those words in. "I thought you were in bed already."

"I was just about to." I replied. "Why are you calling so late?" She never called when on duty unless it was to inform me of something important or if she was on break early and coming home for a while.

"I just wanted to tell you I won't be home till noon tomorrow because they really need me here. Will you be alright?"

"Yes, mom, I'll be fine."

"If you need anything, you have my number and you know what to do incase of an emergency. I should get going now. Good night, my Freddie-bear!" She cooed.

"Good night, Ma," I replied. "Love you."

"Love you, too." And with that I hung up the phone and dropped it back onto my night stand. Leaning back over Sam, I finally pressed my lips against hers without any distractions coming in the way. Her lips molded against mine perfectly and I found my hands resting on her waist. She easily pushed me down on the bed and was now the one to hover over me. She leaned down; her hair falling on either side of my face like curtains and gently kissed my cheek.

"Hit the lights." She said suddenly. "I'm pretty tired."

"You know, sometimes I don't get you, Sam." I chuckled. She truly was a mystery sometimes, but I still loved her. I walked over and shut off the lights that brightened my bedroom and quickly crawled under the covers with Sam. It wasn't too dark. The moonlight shined brightly through the drapes. I could faintly hear the rain hitting the cement flooring of my fire escape still. Thunder and lightning soon sounded as well.

I wrapped my arm around Sam's waist as she snuggled into my chest and planted her feet between mine for warmth. Her feet were surprisingly cold. Probably because she wasn't wearing her socks which were drenched from the rain. "Freddie, can I ask you a question?" She grabbed my right hand and intertwined our fingers together.

"Anything." I replied.

"You know today, when you said to Carly that you'd be her husband in twenty years from now?"

"Mhmm…?"

"How did you get so good at making up stuff on the spot?" she yawned audibly.

"I learn from the best." I chuckle, rubbing her arm up and down. I feel her smile against my chest and bury her face in the crook of my neck.

"G'night, Freddork."

"Is this the end of your random questionnaire?" I ask, jokingly.

"For now. I'll ask the rest tomorrow. I'm tired, now shut it!"

"Yes, ma'am." I reply while saluting to her in my head. My hands were kind of busy being placed on her waist and intertwined with her own to salute for real. Besides, I didn't feel like making much movement anyway. I was nice and cozy in this very spot.

I knew she had immediately fallen asleep upon hearing her heavy breathing and light snores. I smile to myself, pulling her closer into me. "Good night, Sam," I whisper to her before planting a small kiss on her head.

I couldn't help but wonder about the randomness of Sam's question. My mind replayed the scene in my head:

"Did you buy yourself a robot girlfriend?' Sam.

"I don't need a robot girlfriend because in twenty years from now, I guarantee you I will be Carly's second husband!"

"What happened to my first husband?' Carly.

"Nothing you can prove."

I became lightheaded and my eyes began getting heavy with each blink. Soon enough I was trailing off to sleep with certain words that lingered my mind and played with my thoughts. In twenty years from now, I will be Carly's second husband… I heard my voice echo inside my brain. You said to Carly that you'd be her husband in twenty years from now… Sam's words rang in my ears. Second husband… My voice corrected. I will be Carly's husband… In twenty years from now… Carly's husband… Second husband… Carly's husband… Husband… Husband…

I felt numbness take over me as words kept echoing in my mind.

Author's Notes:

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