Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or the characters. Because if I did, I'd have there be more Seddie kisses. ;D
Previously:
"Exactly. Anyways, can we go to your apartment today? I need to talk to Freddie," I explain. Plus, Mom hasn't cleaned up in forever. "I think he'll be a lot of help..." My excuse to Carly was absolutely perfect and I knew after I told her my idea, she'd agree right away.
Chapter Three
Okay, maybe I've decided not to tell her until I've dragged her right in front of Freddie's house. But I know she'll agree. Besides, it meant more time with Freddie, which means luring him away from Alyssa Bray and her annoying high-pitched, squeaky-butt giggle.
"Sam! Can you please tell me why we're here?" Carly says in that shouting-but-not-really-shouting voice. I ignore Carls, and ring the doorbell repeatedly. It takes forever until he opens the door, and it takes even longer to realize that yeah, it's Carly and I standing there.
"Hi..." he says cautiously.
"Hey," Carly replies with a smile that's sure to make his little heart flutter.
I do not take time with small talk, but cut right to the point. "Listen Fredward, we need a favor. You've seen iCarly, right?" iCarly is basically a comedy web show Carly and I put on every week, and though it's not too popular at the moment, I guarantee we'll make it big.
He nods. "Of course, I watch it every Wednesday." This surprises me, but I push the comment aside.
"Anyways, we need your help to, uh, make it better. I mean, with your tech skills, we could really be big! Plus, Spencer's getting kind of tired holding up the video camera, so what do you say?" Carly turns towards me then, and I can see she likes the idea. She's so happy that I've finally thought of something helpful and brilliant.
It takes only a few moments before a giant grin's on the little nub's face. "Seriously?" I roll my eyes at the excitement of this little challenge we've presented him.
Carly nods like crazy. "This will be completely amazing! And since you live next door and everything, we could meet easily."
I am a complete genius. I mentally pat myself on the back.
Freddie looks like he's in heaven. He glances from Carly to me, eyes truly happy. I guess things like this pleases the guy. "No joke? You really want me to do this even though you kind of hate me?" As much as one part of me wanted to crush that hope in his eyes, I smile.
Because even though he's so nerdy and childish, he wants to help iCarly so badly.
"No joke. And sorry about earlier," I apologize. Sam? You're acting all odd and sweet. No I'm not. I'm acting civilized. Uh huh, sure you are.
Carly looks at me with a questioning expression. I shake my head, letting her know I'd tell her later. Though I wasn't really.
"It's fine," he replies. And after all the months of tormenting and bickering, I can tell he forgives me with my simple apology.
Maybe the old me would take it all back. But ever since, well, about an hour ago or so, my opinion on Freddie has slightly altered. Maybe it has to do with the money, or maybe I'm changing. Yeah, I know, a crazy thought, but who knows?
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"Sam! You- you actually weren't mean to him! At all!" Carly says, shocked. She immediately decides it's time for a hug, so her skinny arms are wrapped tightly around me afterward. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks?" I say, amused by her enthusiasm.
Carly pulls back, and scans me. "Hey, have you ever noticed you and Freddie would make a sort of cute couple?"
"What? Carly! Don't say stuff like that!" I shake myself, obviously grossed out by the idea.
She laughs at my dramatic action. "Just telling you the truth," she teases and sticks her tongue out. "Besides, you don't seem to despise him so much..." She raises an eyebrow, suggesting too many repulsive thoughts.
Me liking Freddie? No. I was acting! I needed to make them think that. Sure you were, Sam... I was! Carly giggles again, and I shoot her a glaring look.
"He's taken," I decide on saying, throwing out the fact. Even coming out of my mouth, it doesn't seem right.
Her eyes widen comically. "With who?"
"Alyssa," I reply with a bitter tone.
"Oh, so that's why her grades have increased! I was wondering how she could have gotten an 'A' when all I got was a 'B'!" Carly seems both relieved that Alyssa didn't actually beat her, and full of pity for Freddie.
I knew it! "So she's using him?"
Carly frowns. "I guess so. Plus, I saw her holding hands with Griffen. Not that big of a deal, but Griffen isn't much of a hand holder..."
A mischievous grin appears on my face. Now how do I both let Freddie know this, and humiliate Alyssa for dating a 'bad boy' who collects Pee Wee Babies. (A fact discovered by Miss Carly Shay herself and her attraction towards bad boys.)
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"Carls, there's nothing on!" I complain as I flip through channel after channel of boredom. Carly rolls her eyes at me, and comes from the table she was doing her homework at to sit next to me. I look from the TV to her. "Let's do something."
She raises her eyebrows. "And not just lay around like you usually do?" She puts a hand to her mouth in false surprise. "Sam!"
I laugh with her, because we both know she's kidding. That's what I like about her, that she knows when she can make fun of me and when she can't. The song "Bubbly" rings up, and immediately I know it's Carly's phone and not mine. I mean, Bubbly? Really?
Carly takes the phone out of her pocket, and reads the message. She's gets this excited look on her face. "Oh my gosh! Kevin texted me!" she exclaims. "He wants me to come with him to the party tomorrow! And guess what kind of party?" She doesn't wait for me to answer. "A senior one! What should I wear, Sam?"
I sigh, because it means she'll be gone that day and I'll have nothing to do. "I don't know. Some jeans and a shirt?" I could care less about fashion.
She narrows her eyes at me. "Sam! This is important, and plus, Zack wants you to come too."
My cheeks feel like they're on fire. "Oh." I gulp, and try to remain calm. Carly cocks her head to the side in confusion.
"Are you sure nothing happened between you two today?"
I continue the lie.
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"Mom?" I arrive at home around 6:00 PM, and I glance around the messy appartment. Clothes lay everywhere, and the dishes were piled high up.
I sigh when I get no response and head straight towards the sink. So she's out with a guy again...
Slowly, I clean each one, placing them neatly back into the cabinets. I hum a tune as I work, though it isn't happy. Finishing, I take one look at the house, at the disgustingness of it, and feel the need to escape it.
I bite my lip, then head out the door, off to find a freedom from my life. Mom won't care if I'm gone anyways.
Author's Note; Updates will take probably around a week. But I'm a little iffy about this chapter. But it lets you know more about how Sam feels about things. :) Review please? And any ideas for future chapters? :D Thank you.