So, I watched iPsycho ;)
It was pretty funny. I don't know why, but I absolutely loved Gibby throughout the whole episode. He was just so funny and it wouldn't have been the same without him. Oh, and his little brother is epic. "Hey Gibby who was at the door ... AND WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?" hahahah. Oh Em Ge. Spencer had my crying on the floor in the fetal position at that one.
I also spotted some seddie scenes! The biggest is probably when Sam forces Freddie to kiss Nora. Oh, or when she said if she didn't get some food fast she was going to eat Freddie. And Freddie's like, "GET HER SOME FOOD NORA." Ahh. That entertained me greatly. Mission officially accomplished and exceeded over the limit Dan Schneider. Good show. Jolly good show, indeed.
Sam
When Carly ran out of the room and told me that Freddie hated her, I was surprised. I would think that Freddie would be the first person to beg her not to shed a tear and tell her it's all his fault and blah blah blah because he was 'hopelessly in love with her'. But apparently, he thought his being in the hospital was her fault. All her fault.
Looked like someone needed to talk some sense into that nub.
Freddie
Just when I think the whole meet and greet is over and I can just go back to sleep and hope this is all a really weird dream, an angel walks into my room. Woah. Maybe I was dreaming. The angel slams the door shut behind her and looks really peeved.
"Um ... I ... " Hmm. I wonder if I'm usually so tongue tied around hot girls like this ... If so, I must be a total dork.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Alrighty. So, this angel just sprouted some horns.
"Whoa ... what are you talking about? Did I do something wrong? Are you my girlfriend?" I asked, my eyes enlarged with hope. "Did I like, cheat on you or something? In that case, there's still hope that I'm not a dork!"
"Ha! You? Not a dork? That'll be the day. And no, I'm definitely not your girlfriend. Ew." She wrinkled her nose and walked over to my bedside.
"Look. I don't know what Carly told you, but let me just ... give you an overview of the real reason you're in this hospital. 'Kay?" I nodded, ready to finally figure out what happened. "Okay. So it all started when we were walking home from the mall. We crossed the street but Carly dropped her lip gloss. She ran back to get it, but didn't notice the huge taco truck coming her way. I know, how do you miss a taco truck, right? You, on the other hand, did notice it and well ... I think you can guess what happened next..."
"Uh ..." I said dumbly. I shifted in my bed and my angel rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly.
"You pushed her out of the street and you got hit instead! Gosh Freddie, really?" Said my angel. I smirked at her and shrugged.
"Hey. I've had my memory jacked. I'm momentarily uneducated." My angel raised an eyebrow at me, and I raised one back in return. She shook her head and laughed.
Oh yeah. We're connecting.
"So ... we went to the mall together ... I'm guessing we're at least friends?" My angel nodded slowly. She stared into space like she was thinking about something.
"I guess you could say ... best friends. Well, I wouldn't but ... " She shrugged and smiled at me.
"Ouch!" I said in a mock hurt tone and touched my free hand to my heart. She laughed and shook her head again. Man she was cute. I saw her hand dive into a bucket of chicken that I didn't notice before, and pull out a succulent looking fried leg. That's when I realized my mother was taking forever with my food. "Whoa. Where did you-"
"So, what, you don't remember me at all? Nothing?" She wanted to know. She took a bite of her chicken and chomped it loudly. It was kind of gross. But for some reason I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I must have really weird taste in girls ...
"Uh ... nope. But maybe you can jog my memory. I mean, I just now remembered my mom because she called me Fredward and said some other stuff that was sort of like a red flag in my brain ..." She nodded and the corners of her mouth were down as she did. I could tell she was considering her next words, in hopes that I would remember her. Dang it, how did I ever forget this girl?
"Well. That's all great and well, but I don't think there's much of anything I could say that would make you remember me at all ..." Poor, sweet angel. I felt guilty for not remembering her. I mean, she seemed quite worth remembering. Man! Since I've woken up, I've realized that I'm a real loser.
"There's nothing? Nothing at all you could tell me? No inside joke or 'remember that one time ...' stories? Nothing?" I looked at her expectantly. I watched her as she tilted her head to the side, squinted her eyes and pursed her lips. I guessed this was her 'deep thinking' pose.
Was it possible for her to be more cute then before?
"Well, there is ... one thing that might make you remember who I am ... " She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on 'might', and for some reason, my angel was sounding sort of nervous, she wouldn't look me in the eye. It was like she suddenly became self concious, as apposed to the confident girl who I'd been conversing with moments before.
"I'll try anything," I murmured. She inhaled deeply then let it out slowly. Oh great. I was sensing something that would be extremely awkward. Well, for her. I mean, I don't even remember her so it's not really possible for it to be awkward for me...
"Um ... well, this ... this one time-"
"At band camp?" I interrupted her. I had no idea where that came from, the words just sort of came out automatically. As if that's just what you say at a moment like that. Weird. But fortunately, me mentioning it lightened the mood and she finally looked me in the eye again. She smiled so warmly I could actually feel the heat.
"Freddie, I have this thing where I like to uhh ... torment you ... a lot. And I did something once that was just ... just unforgivable ... and I basically ruined your life and long story short ... " I could tell it was getting really uncomfortable for her by the way she kept touching her face and playing with my blanket. She was averting her eyes again too. I, on the other hand, was enjoying the story with not a trace of awkwardness. "We ended up alone on a fire escape and I was actually apologizing. And I know you don't ... remember but, me apologizing, to anyone, let alone you, is like, uber rare."
"Well then. I guess I got lucky." I looked up at her and slightly smiled. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling that wasn't the awkward part.
"Yeah well ... " She swallowed and averted her eyes again. "In the end ... we, um ... ended up kissing each other."
It was like I had just one the lottery and at the same time the people with the 1,000 dollar checks had come to my hospital room. My heart started to beat rapidly and I was short of breath. I. Kissed. This ... This angel. Maybe I wasn't such a loser after all?
"But it was only business!" Bam. Ecstatic feeling gone. "Neither of us had kissed anyone, so we decided to just get it out of the way. And I'm not supposed to be talking about it because we swore to never mention it again, but considering the circumstances ... "
I slowly nodded, gathering my thoughts and what she said in my head.
"Well. This is a huge disappointment." I sighed, plopped my head onto my pillow and stared at the ceiling. I was nothing but a prop used for nothing but a scene in a young girls life. She probably didn't even feel anything when we kissed. That's how much of a loser I was.
"What, doesn't ring any bells?" She wanted to know. At first I had no idea what she was talking about, but then I learned she was talking about what I just said. Well, technically, it was a huge disappointment because I thought there was some sort of teenage love affair sort of scenerio going down, but all in all, it was nothing.
Suddenly. I had an idea. But I had a strong feeling she wasn't going to like it.
"I have an idea ... you know, something that could help me remember. But, like you said, considering the circumstances, I don't think you're going to like it very much." She shook her head and looked at me seriously.
"Sure. Whatever helps. Anything," She said frantically. My angel was so cooperative. At least she was so far.
"Well, you said that you basically ruined my life, right?" She nodded in agreement. "So, it's sort of a speculation, but a life almost being ruined seems like something I would never forget, don't you think?" She nodded slowly again. Alright. So far she was still with me. "So, maybe if I get reminded of that moment when my life was sort of ruined, it will be like a ... memory aid?" I looked at her expectantly, wondering if she thought my idea was stupid or not.
"And what kind of 'memory aid' do you have in mind exactly?" She said, sarcastically using air quotes. She had a sense of humor. Nice.
"Well, you said that we kissed. I was thinking maybe if we did it again, then I would-"
"Whoa whoa, you're kidding me right? You're seriously asking me to kiss you, in hopes you'll remember who I am?" She asked, looking like she was actually at the brink of laughter. I can't believe she found this amusing.
"It's only a suggestion ... look you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I'm not going to make you do anything. Excuse me if the thought of kissing me to help me is so ... repulsive." I turned to my head away from her, feeling offended and not to mention vulnerable, which I hated with all of me.
"No, Freddie it's not that, it's just-" She pleaded. But I didn't want to hear it. My dear angel had already bruised my ego enough.
"Look, maybe you should just ... leave," I started to say. I expected her to run out like Carly did. But I didn't hear any tapping of shoes. I turned my head back to her to see her staring at me with a serious expression.
"Did you not hear m-"
"Okay," She said, nodding. "I'll do it."
"What?" I asked her, totally confused. She looked at my bed for an empty space and sat down facing me.
"I said I'll do it. But you have to remember it's only so that you can gain your memory back and it has nothing to do with how I feel about you and vise versa. Alright?" I nodded slowly, then vigorously then decided to actually say something.
"Y-Yes. Alright." I smiled at her and she returned the favor. We stared at each other, just smiling, for what felt like years. Then I saw her slowly start to approach me. Here it comes here it comes here it comes here it comes here it comes was all that was running through my head. I was about to kiss this beautiful girl, and for the second time!
When she was about a half a foot away from my face, I told her to stop. She looked at me bemused, then looked at my free arm and started to understand. I sat up on my arm so I was face to face with her. I smiled at her again, and she giggled.
Oh God. I've found my soul mate.
"Okay," I whispered onto her cheek.
And then it happened.
Our lips crashed together like ocean waves and that exited feeling sprung back into me. It was absolutely amazing. Like pure bliss. After a while, I decided to take a chance and I let my tongue graze her lips, and she welcomed it warmly.
I pulled my arm away and we both fell back onto my bed, and instead rest my hand on the back of her head. At some point, I'm not sure when, but at some point, she got on top of me.
Well.
This was just about the most epic way to wake up from a coma.
Then she stopped. She stopped kissing me altogether. I wasn't done yet, however. I left her lips and started to kiss her cheek and trailed down to her neck, caressing it with my hand.
"Um ... Freddie?" She whispered uneasily.
"Yeah babe?" I whispered back, kissing another spot on her soft neck. I wanted this girl so badly, it hurt.
"Do you remember anything yet?" She asked me expectantly.
"Oh Freddie! If it wasn't for me, none of this would be happening, none of us would be here! Me, Spencer, Sam, your mom, you! I'm so sorry Freddie!" I remembered Carly saying.
Hmm. I knew who Carly was. Spencer and Sam are both guys names, but Sam can also be short for Samantha, so Spencer must be her older brother, the tall guy with dark hair. That explains the resemblance. I definitely knew who my mother was so the only person left was ...
"Sam ..." I murmured into her neck.
I felt the familiar heat of her warm smile.
Sam
So I'm not proud of it. Me kissing Freddie. But it wasn't like I was really kissing Freddie. It was like I was kissing somebody else. And boy, was this guy a good kisser.
Freddie
"Freddie? I brought you your food..." When Sam heard the knock on the door, she jumped off me immediately and ran over to the door to open it. "Oh. Sam."
"Hey Ms. B," Sam said politely. Sam turned and walked over to me. I thought maybe she was going to kiss me again, but my dreams were crushed when she reached down to grab her bucket of chicken.
"Here." Sam smiled sloppily at me and I grinned back at her. I took the chicken bucket graciously from Sam, and she slowly backed up towards the door, not once turning around until she actually closed it behind her.
"Hmm. What was that all about?" My mother asked me nosily. I wasn't sure where she stood with Sam, but it sounded like she was curious as to where I did.
"Um ... nothin'" I said shaking my head. She looked at me suspiciously with slitted eyes, which just made me feel really uncomfortable.
"Well ... it's not really usual for Sam to give up her chicken for anyone ..." She said raising an eyebrow. That just made it all the more special. But I didn't say that out loud.
"Uh ... well you know, maybe she had a change of heart ... considering the circumstances ..." She nodded, but her expression still looked uneasy.
"Right ... right ... "
" ... Uh huh ... " It was so awkward sitting there, I almost couldn't breath.
"So I bought you a bologna sandwich, no mustard, your favorite," Hmm. I had good taste. "And I got you some Apple Cyder, not juice. I know how serious you are about authenticity."
"I am? Well, thanks mom. You're awesome." And I ate that sandwich and I drank that apple cyder, not juice and I smashed that chicken because I was so jittery from the amazingly awesomely astronomical thing that had just happened to me, I could eat an entire buffet at the moment.
Aha. Aha. Aha. Ahhhh.
haha [[insiderr]] ^^
Anyways! I liked writing this. It was... interesting. It's really hard writing Freddie like this. It's like, he's half OOC and half IC so I have to flip flop back and forth. And as clarification, Freddie remembering Sam's name has nothing to do with them kissing. Sam might think it is, but sorry Sam, you have been mislead. It's just him remembering Carly when she came in to talk to him, and talking about everybody's names.
In other news, feeling epically embarrassed. I'm currently doing a collab with someone (thelaughter123) and I have no idea why (shakes head and laughs apologetically) but i just assumed they were a girl. Which, was the wrong move. Ever done that? Gone on fanfic and just assumed someone was a girl? idk. I didn't mean to sound steriotypical or anything because iCarly is one of those shows that everyone can like, you know? Idk. EPICALLY SORRRYYYY. *sends a huge bear to hug them* ('~') huggggggsssssssss.
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