Chapter 3: Junior Year High School, June...
It's been another two weeks, It was June 1st and after school none the less till Sam finally talked to Freddie again. During that time the looks of longing and disdain was stricken in Freddie's voice. He couldn't understand himself the feelings he had for her, How much of a roller coaster she keeps dragging him on.
He couldn't understand himself how much he liked it.
He wasn't trying to make it any less complicated than it was because of the fact that he was feeling these feelings that he couldn't explain to himself let alone anyone.
He also couldn't see why Sam, all of a sudden was making out with him in these closets. So he did what he was best at...
He did research, and as he seen now he was trying to get a explaination, what he got was something odder.
As he was in the library outside the Bushwell, he was looking at different phobias, that is right, phobias and he was looking in the book and seen what he had found, it was a book on small places and the human mind, made by none else but University of Pennsylvainia Medical College, He knew about claustraphobia but this, as he looked on he seen this..
"As in rare cases as a person can have claustraphobia someone can gain Clastraphilia as well, Clastraphilia is the positive stimulation in small places as Claustrphobia is the exact opposite, much rarer than its negitive counterpart, but still gives off extreme arousal in small places."
Freddie stood in shock and thought about the kisses and felt that maybe it was just the claustrophilia, not her liking him in anyway possible. He felt so confused as he kept banging his head on the library's table.
"SHHH!" Said the Librarian.
Freddie had papers ready to prove his point. He wanted to know if their was something, or this is just her taking out her condition. He was fixiated on finding out one way or the other. Then he hears the door open, Freddie looks up ready to start his speech on his subject then sees something he only saw once in his life before out of this girl.
Sam Puckett was crying. It stunned him to his very core, for her to cry like this he knew something big was going down. He took big strides and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Sam," Freddie whispered, "What is wrong," He went the soft approach on her to see how was she gauging. He felt he could get a punch in the face for it but Sam just looked up and bore into his brown, worried eyes. He made sure that he was sincere in every way possible, including the eyes. He was a close friend and no matter what he would help her through and through.
"Missy's back." Was all she could spit out before sobbing into Freddie's chest. He understands now, what he thought of Sam as a Demon, he thought of Missy as the Devil's advocate. She wanted nothing more than to ruin Sam's life and take over as the co-host on iCarly and eventually his girlfriend. Freddie shivered at the thought, the stuff Missy did to Sam was just nearing unbelievable proportions, but when she really seen what she wanted to do. It made this whole situation more crazier to deal with.
But I took care of it, Freddie thought, Because I am Freddie, hear me roar! When he saw that smile when she found out that he was the one that gave her the tickets to go on that six month cruise it gave a confident feeling in him. That he can be their for a girl he lo- cared for.
And it seemed, he was needed again.
"Sam I got you, we can take this on together and make and tell this girl once for all, that the iCarly Gang shalt not be Chizzed with!"
Sam looked up with glare and a smirk. "Wow, you were doing so well, then 'that the iCarly gang can't be chizzed with!' really Fredwaldo?" Fredde gave a hearty chuckle, "Its 'shalt' and you wouldn't have it any other way, Puckett."
"What ever dork," She cracked a small chuckle, even through the tears. "What's ya plan on getting Missy out of our hair once and for all?"
It was a few days later and again, the JC, as Sam would call it as she felt that Janitor's Closet was way too long, was once opened again with Sam and Freddie busting through with a extra person, as this person was in a sack and wiggling, trying to break out of her stinky, potato confines. Then this person sat on the chair and was screaming in a muffled voice trying to get as loud as possible." The the sack was raised. There sat none other than Missy Robinson, trying to make a run for it but Sam, in here get up when she was doing Assassin with the iCarly gang, Army coat, pants Boots and camoflauge helmet even. Freddie was just in his Blue and white plaid button up and blue Jeans.
"So," Freddie said walking around a muffled and now restrained Missy. "Didn't we make it clear in our message, that we don't want you around Ridgeway anymore?"
They hear muffles through the duct tape that is stamped on her mouth, trying to give her explaination, amongst saying some certain words.
"Wait, I can't hear ya, can you hear her Sam?" Freddie looks over to a sullen cross-armed Sam Puckett in her Assassin gear glory. "Nah, but what would she say be productive to the situation at hand?" She says with a frosty, low voice.
"Maybe, Maybe not. wanna try?" Sam just shrugged as Freddie came over and tore the patch of duct tape off Missy.
"YOU! YOU DUMB BLONDE JOKE OF A PERSON! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN THIS SCHOOL THE WAY YOU TOOK ME LIKE THIS," She let loose, Missy did. Trying to break into Sam's demeanor and get out of this decrepid small room.
"AND YOU!" Then she went after Freddie, "I THOUGHT YOU HAD SENSE! BUT NO, YOU STILL BE AROUND THIS BLONDE HAIRED BIMBO SKUNK! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M-"
Freddie put the duct tape right back on her mouth. "Okay," He said. "One, I know your name, its Missy Robinson? am I correct?"
Missy nodded furiously.
"Two," Freddie gave a big breath, and leaned his body so his mouth can be close to her right ear. "It doesn't matter what your name is!"
Missy eyes widened and Sam in the back cocked an eyebrow.
"The thing about you right now your sounding like the most annoying person on earth, which would make sense as you earned that title at least. I mean, am I right Sam?"
"You got it, Fredstud," She covered her mouth as soon she said it and even Freddie cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. "Well, isn't that a new one to my ears. I would like to hear that more often, thank ya very much."
He wanted to say more about it but he had stinky fish to fry, so he turned back towards Missy.
"Now, you and me know that you coming here, bad idea. As much you want to deny, deny deny."
Freddie came closer towards that very ear and gave a fierce quiet battle cry. "Me and Sam, will make you fry, fry, fry,"
Missy tried to hold on to what ever dignity she had in her but fear crept in more and more.
"My friend Sam may come to you as a brute, and I may just be the brains. But together? heh, we can be one devious team. And really, you don't want to take the brunt of our wrath together. We can end up making people cry. So, I give you a warning, Mess with her, you mess with me and Carly. Same way with Carly."
"And Freddie isn't excluded from that either," Sam spoke up and Freddie was labored speechless.
"What?" Sam asked like what just happened was the most regular thing in the world.
Freddie just shook his head, and went back for his prey. "But we know, words doesn't just get to ya, so..." With a handkerchief in his hand filled with chloroform, he rips the duct tape off and quickly puts it towards her mouth and made Missy's world go black.
"I am impressed with a classic "The Rock" quote." Sam said now with just him and Freddie in the closet.
"Thanks, felt like she opened herself up for that." Freddie answered trying to hold back the blush that is painting his face.
"She did believe me, but still impressive coming from Mr. King of the dorks."
"Well, yea thanks." This is deserving of some accomplishment, a Sam Puckett Compliment, may never hear one again.
"So, how long you think it would wear off on ole' Prissy?" Sam asks.
"Long enough Princess Puckett, long enough." They both smirk as they know in their minds, MIssion Accomplished.
Muffled sounds of Missy as she is laying outside of the school wearing a devils holloween costume but to reallly get the message through her red face paint and put a black marker towards to complete the devil ensemble. Students pass by and laugh at the sight of Missy tied onto that flagpole. As this was going on though in the background comes ole' Ed the Janitor, smirking. "My Job is never done, huh?" He mutters as he passes Missy. Hearing from some students earlier, he thinks she deserve at least another 20 minutes out there.
Don't mess with the bull, if you don't want the horns, Ed thought as he went to check the halls again for more messes.
AN: So, what ya think? I know not much, though I hope i give ya something funny to hang on as i Think what in the world to do with 'To be Something More' any ideas anyone.
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