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iForgot Sam's Birthday

Chapter 2

iWant To See Your Breathtaking Smile

Who knew bathrooms had more then one use? The first one is for your…business. And the second one is crying your freaking eyes out. That's what I did at least. Ha that's probably the last thing you'd think I Sam Puckett would do but I did. I am actually.

I wipe off my eyes as I exit the filthy stall. I see a girl I didn't really know. I think her name is Tammy. I think it was the girl that Gibby was with on a date the night of the girls ask guys dance. I look away from her. She already probably thinks I'm pathetic for wanting to steal her "boyfriend". I don't need that kind of publicity from a Gibby-kissing maniac. I look at myself in the mirror and wipe away some stray sweat that was above my left eyebrow. They really should make bathrooms have less heat inside of them. Heat and waste don't mix. Trust me I've tried that experiment already. With Freddio's pants last summer. Hehe. That was a good time. I started to smile then stopped. I remembered WHY I was mad in the first place. I knew it was kind of a stupid reason to be mad. Isn't it? I don't even know. I mean, if your best friends.. Well. Yeah best friends forgot your birthday you'd be mad too wouldn't you? Yeah you probably would. Cause after all you're a nerd listening to a girl tell her story about how her friends forgot her birthday. Aren't you lame? Yep I'm pretty sure you are. I look at the clock in the bathroom it's three minutes til lunch. Should I wait it out in here? Then I remembered something. Every lunch hour all the populars come into the bathroom and gossip about who they think is hott and not. Well I'm not gonna be those wussy buttmunchers and talk about Joe Jonas or whatever. I mean who do I look like? Hannah Montana?! No. I didn't think so.

I decide to just TRY and see what Freddie and Carly say when I walk out of the bathroom.

I see them looking really confused still and talking to each other.

I walk past them and go to my locker. I'm going to "act" like I'm getting my textbook. Yeah I know I'm brilliant don't wear out my amazingness. Oh god look at me sounding like Freddie. I really need to stop reading his computer journal thing.

They look at me then look at each other. Then look away. Oh as if it wasn't awkward enough already with the silent treatment I'm "trying" to give them.

"Uh.. Sam are you okay?" Freddie said then moved around uncomfortably. I gotta give the kid credit asking me if I was okay knowing I might give him a beating. That's some pretty interesting guts right there. But I did end up answering him.

"What the freak do you think?" I answered bitterly at him and gave him one of my signature glares. He put his hands up in defeat."I tried Carly. Your turn." He said and turned around and leaned against a locker talking to one of his AV club dork friends.

"Sam… What's going on? Why were you crying?" Carly said as she put on her best "motherly" tone as she could. Ha some best friend she was. Really? I don't think even a surprise party forget and surprise you goody-goody shiz is even an option for their effed up brains. I try not to roll my eyes as I answer her.

"You seriously don't know? Ha. I'm gonna let you figure it out of yourself Carly Shay and Fredweirdo Benson." I yell and slam my locker right onto my hoodie. I groan and just take off the hoodie and leave it there. Who cares? I'm coming back before schools over.

Then again maybe not. I'm getting pretty sick and tired of this school and the people in it.

As I left I could still hear the remains of Carly and Freddie's conversation.

"What's going on? What day is it today? I don't even know!" Carly said starting to get a little hysterical.

"It's Friday…And…October..12th-.." He said then stopped as he covered his mouth.

"No…way.."

"What?!" Carly said almost going ballistic

"I know what it is today…" Freddie said as he looked down and began to get very guilty.

"Well what?!" Carly said again yelling even louder causing Ms. Briggs to shush her.

"…Frick It's Sam's Birthday…Her Sweet Sixteen." Freddie said as he hit a locker. I tried not to laugh as he removed his hand from the locker and cradled it as it ached.

"Oh my god. I'm a horrible friend!" Carly squeaked out.

"No your not." Freddie started.

"But I-"

"We BOTH are." Freddie said and shook his head as he looked down.

"Man. I even feel really bad…Even though for my birthday Sam gave me a double wedgie...and that trophy cleaner." He said with a slight smirk on his face.

I couldn't bare it anymore I just ran out of sight. Not being able to hear the rest of the conversation. Who cares if they didn't remember?! I got Carly a pare of Cuddlefish Slippers! And Freddie like he said I got him a trophy polisher cleaner for his AV trophies and Smart-Azz decathlon things. Ok, ok, I know it wasn't the best gift. But it was either that or dog shiz. You pick which one you'd want.

But seriously I mean my own friends? And they forget? Man you can't trust anyone in this world if you can't trust your friends.

No matter what they say I'm not forgiving them. Nothing will change my mind on that.

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End of Sam's POV

Going into Freddie's POV

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I woke up the next morning thinking that everything was relatively good.

It was, besides the fact that Sam hated me. Well, hated me EVEN more then she used to. I really felt like a prick forgetting her birthday. I mean even though she did just get me trophy cleaner and a wedgie at least she remembered my birthday. And if you knew Sam and how much she pretty much hates me and my guts that's pretty amazing for her to remember that.

Anyway, I wanted to fix this. I mean you think it wouldn't be that big of a deal and we could all move on with our precious iCarly lives and just go lada da dee dum and sing merrily in life. Well NO that's not how things work in Freddie Benson Land. Not at all. I mean if it was just a fifteenth birthday maybe Sam wouldn't be as peeved as she is. But we forgot the best one of the teenage years. 16th. Sweet Sixteen. And we knew with her mom in jail every 4 days She wouldn't be there to remember. Or to say it to her. So the only people she had to rely on. US. Me and Carly. Carly and I, forget.

Oh well. Let's hope she's not to abusive today. My moms making me wear my anti tick pants to school today since a recent breakout in…well ticks.

Don't ask how my mom got the way she was. I think it's global warming. Sam thinks she was dropped as a baby then I was dropped three flights and that's why I have an oddly shaped butt. But after she said that what was running through my head was,

"You looked at my butt?" I still smile to that day thinking about that. But where was I again? Oh yeah, Let's hope she isn't abusive… Well here we go to school.

-SCHOOL-

I walk over to my locker and get my things which are in between the two wrestlers who love meat. Ha I wonder why they don't date Sam? Oh well. I walk over to Carly's locker and wait there for her.

I wait about 5 minutes and no Carly. I text her saying

"You coming to school today?" and no response. Maybe she slept in or is sick?

I see Sam suddenly walk in. I see her see me then look away from my eyes and walk to her locker. I move out of her way and pretend to be reading my email on my Pear Phone.

She looks like she was crying. I push away the thought. Sam? Crying? Ha. Not in the same sentence. At least I thought. I bit my lip as Sam seemed to fumble opening her locker. It looked like her hand was trembling. I really hated seeing her like this. I'd hate seeing ANYONE like this. She suddenly just dropped her backpack onto the floor and slid down the locker and just cried. I looked like a freaking a-hole just watching her. People started to stare. I had to do SOMETHING. I mean I couldn't just leave her there like this. I crouched down by her. I really hope she wouldn't do anything to my pants. They rip easily.

"Hey Sam…" I say in a quiet voice. She doesn't look at me. Either she's ignoring me or she didn't hear me. I try again.

"Sam…" I say and shake her shoulder lightly.

"W-What do you want Fredbirdo?" Sam says to me. Her face is damped with tears. Wow the way I tell a story sure is sappy for a guy. But you get my idea.

"I..I.." I started to say. Truth is, I really didn't know what to say. So you know what I just said to her? Trying to make it better? Not knowing what she'll think?

"I want to see your breathtaking smile again." I said as I showed a smile that I never knew I had. I couldn't describe. But what Sam did next was the most surprising of them all.

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Did I just leave a cliffy? OopsJ Review please! Seriously I love how you alert my story but I really would like it if you left a review! Every word counts to me! I always try to reply to my reviews too! :] Pleaseeeee review and don't hate me for the cliffy. Faster I get reviews faster I update ;D Also, I called Freddie, Fredbirdo in the last portion because a flock of geese flew over my moms car when I was writing then and I screamed. Aha. That's just the way I roll. ;D --Linds