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Daamn. Took me a while to get this up. Being back at school took the luxury of staying up till 2 to finish writing my pieces. Among other things…
Anyway, read it, enjoy it! And thanks to Secretseddier, for your input, I'm going to play on your suggestion, but in the next chapter. :)
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iBliss.
"What does it say?" exclaimed Spencer, trying to peer over the combined shoulders of Carly and Brian.
"Spencer!" scolded Carly. "Can you stop fidgeting?" turning to face him, before turning back to Brian and putting on a smile. "Couldya read it out loud Brian?" she sweetly asked.
How could he say no to her, it was almost as if she laced her voice with actual honey. Scanning the page quickly, he surmised that the letter was written in haste, and slipped under Carly's apartment door some time after they'd all fell asleep. The only reason why they hadn't read it before Brian came over was because it was addressed "To Carly, Brian, and Spencer."
"I'm sorry we couldn't tell you guys in person, but Sam and I have decided to go on a little get away." Brian read the letter as he paced across the room.
"That's why Sam's bag went missing last night!" exclaimed Carly.
"She must've taken the bacon too! Man! I really wanted some bacon!" complained Spencer.
Brian went on.
"We'll be back soon. But you'll have to either do iCarly without us, or put it on a one week break. At least that'll mean you'll get some down time too." Brian recited, his voice trailing off when he realised what this meant for the show. "We're going to be very busy, doing… stuff." at this point Spencer and Brian shared a brief look that acknowledged what Freddie had been hinting at, before continuing. "and don't try to call us, because I left our phones with my mom. If there's some real emergency then ask my mom, she'll know where to find us. Love, Freddie." he finished.
"We can't just put it on break!" cried out Carly.
"It's the only thing you can do Carly." reasoned Spencer. "Look, just go on and put up a notice saying you'll be back next week, or something."
It didn't take long for her to come to the only reasonable decision. With Sam and Freddie off on some vacation that they eloped on, iCarly would need to be postponed.
"Fine." she surrendered.
"I'll go put the news update up, and send out all the emails." whined Brian as he set on up the stairs to the studio.
Setting down the warm cup of powder-made coffee in her hands, Melanie pried open the lid of the laptop that was on her hotel bed. The image of her favourite band, Arrows For Fingers, greeted her on this fine Thursday morning. After her little manipulation yesterday, her sole purpose was to see if her mischievous twin sister, Sam, finally fell for her ruse. How would she know? of course.
"Yes!" she whooped, seeing the latest post, posted only moments ago.
"What is it?" her friend Stacy mumbled through toothpaste, as she stuck her head out of the bathroom.
"Freddie's single!" she squealed.
For a split second, Stacy's head disappeared back into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water, and Stacy spitting the toothpaste out.
"How can you be so sure Mels?" wiping her face with a towel, and taking a seat on the foot of Melanie's bed.
"Look!" turning the laptop around, revealing the news post.
"So? Jeez, that could be anything! Just because they went on a one week hiatus doesn't mean Sam ran away like you planned."
"Well what else could it mean? They can't do iCarly without Sam, and if she isn't there, then it explains that!" outstretching her hand towards the laptop. "See, that's why I beat you in that Philosophy exam!" taking a victory sip out of her warm cup of coffee.
"Okay fine, I guess you're right. But hey! That means you finally have a shot at Freddie!"
Stacy knew all about Melanie's crush on Freddie, although in recent light, she might've called it more of an obsession than anything else. She couldn't pin why exactly; whether or not Melanie was in love with him, or if she just hated to see her sister have anything that made her life seem insignificant. It never mattered to Stacy why though, she was just doing her job as a best friend. Over the years, Stacy watched Melanie move through a string of guys, her brief stint with Freddie included. There had been some really emotional moments late at night back in their dorms, when Melanie would whine and lament over him, but only a few. That's all that Melanie needed, because when she wanted something, she'd get it. No matter what the cost. All Stacy could do was caution her, and even then, her cautions would go unacknowledged. Melanie was stubborn, and from what she heard, so was Sam.
Twins. Of course.
"So what's the plan?" asked Stacy, trying to be supportive.
"Easy. I go over there, and pick up Freddie's broken heart. When he sees that there's a much better offer waving in his face, he'll be smart enough to take it!" she said, giddy with excitement. "Finally, I'll get Freddie, and my sister will finally see her destiny in following my mom's footsteps!"
"You'd better get ready then." suggested Stacy, getting up from the bed to make herself a wake-up cup of coffee.
"I'm always ready." bragged Melanie.
On the other side of the city, in Carly's lounge room, Brian sat there, waiting for Carly to get ready so they could go out, unburdened by the demands of hosting iCarly. He idly scrolled down Rollr, a blogging site, to pass the time. Spencer was also dressing up and getting ready to spend time with his girlfriend, Maria. It was to Brian's surprise when he saw Spencer walk out of the hallway, clad in full paint-ball gear.
"You're going on a date wearing that?" Brian exclaimed in disbelief.
"yeah." he simply replied. "What? She's really outgoing okay?" explaining himself.
"You mean she's really hot."
"Pretty much, yeah." admitting to it.
"Well, good luck Spence. Try not to get one in the eye. Baaad experiences with that." warned Brian as he turned back to continue scrolling down his Rollr dashboard.
For a time, after Spencer left the apartment, Brian was left alone. He was about to go and check on Carly if she was ready, until a suspicious knock placed itself on the door. Deciding that he should open it, he cautiously approached it, and turned the knob.
"Hi! Is uh, Freddie or Sam here?" asked a familiar brunette haired girl in a preppy tone.
"No… they're uh…" holding his tongue before giving her a straight answer. "…out. You're Melanie right? You look a lot like Sam, it's just putting me off a little."
"Yeah, identical twins!" she laughed.
"Sorry though, Sam and Freddie aren't here. If it's an emergency, you can go across the hall to my aunt. I'm his cousin." nodding towards the door behind her. "They left on short notice and…" she stopped listening, letting his voice trail on.
They what! No. I gave Sam that money, she had to have left Freddie.
Turmoil swirled in her gut. Waves of anger and frustration began to crash into each other. Had Melanie not been so skilled putting on a mask over her true emotions, she would've punched a hole next to the door frame. She wasn't accustomed to not getting what she wanted, but even if it meant tracking her sister down, she'd get it. He finished talking, but before she could ask Freddie's cousin anything else, a call rang down from the second floor.
"Brian, I'm ready!" hollered Carly.
Brian spun around on his heel, letting his eyes fall on a sight that would never leave his mind for as long as he lived. There stood Carly, in a simple red and white sun dress, her shining black hair, curled majestically down past her shoulders. He'd always wondered why girls took so long to get ready to go out, but if all that time Carly spent was spent on the miracle of making her even more stunning than she normally was, then he wouldn't argue.
What's this? Why am I feeling uncomfortable. He thought, as soon as the butterflies took flight in his stomach. It's Carly, I'm always comfortable around her. Maybe it's Melanie…
Descending down the staircase, almost as if she was doing it in slow motion, just for Brian's amusement.
"Oh." she stated, upon seeing Melanie in the doorway. Sam had approached Carly about her problem with Melanie, so she knew exactly why she'd be here. "Freddie isn't here. So just leave ALL of us alone." cautioned Carly. "Come on Brian, lets go."
With that, Carly herded Melanie out of the doorway, and locked the apartment behind her, leaving Melanie to stew in one of the only failures she's ever had. Brian was confused as to what just happened between Carly and Sam's twin sister, however it seemed that Carly already knew what he was about to ask.
"Melanie's been hitting on Freddie. Sam got annoyed at it." she explained, rapidly.
"Oh. Well, where ever they are now… she can't get to them."
In a lakeside cabin, Freddie was just rousing himself awake. The first thing that he took in when the sunlight finally coaxed his eyes open, were the wooden cross beams that hovered above him. To his right, the window gave way to the bliss that was Angel Lake. Tree branches framed it, with the morning sun just above the trees, making the lakes surface sparkle. In his left arm, slept Sam, head resting on his bare chest. Thankfully, her slumber wasn't accompanied by an open mouth full of drool. If he had a nickel for every time that she'd slept in his arms, and left a drool stain on his shirt, he'd have enough money to pay for college.
Rays of sun grazed her exposed shoulders and the white sheets they slept in. There wasn't a thing that Freddie would change about this moment; he had the girl he loved sleeping calmly in his arms, exhausted by what was a long night. He drew her golden locks back behind her ear, and took her in both of his arms and cherished her. Under the covers, her smooth legs enveloped themselves around Freddie's, their touch reminding him of the smoothest of silks. Her naked breasts pressed up against Freddie's ribs, reminding him of the spectacular night the two of them had. Eloping was the best thing he could've done for their relationship, and it was thanks to the money that Melanie tempted Sam with. The only person who knew where they'd be, was his Mom. Not because of the tracking chip that was still in his head, but because he was more than confident that she had learned to understand. Spending those six months in Troubled Waters made her realise how much Freddie had matured, and how much she could trust Sam with his care. Of course, she still maintained that protective, motherly personality, but it was within reason. All in all, Freddie was just glad he got to spend some true alone time with Sam. He felt her lithe body stir again, this time, her eye-lids began to flicker open, giving Freddie glimpses of the sparkling blue gems that were her eyes.
"Morning baby." she murmured, kissing his chest.
"Moooorning Princess Puckett." he said melodically, gently stroking her shoulder.
"mmmm." she softly voiced. "what time is it?" still finding it hard to get her eyes fully open.
"I don't know…" he lifted his head to look over at the bedside table on her side of the bed. "9:16." Freddie announced. "You wanna get out of bed and have breakfast or stay here?"
"You're killing me…" she purred, pulling herself even closer to him. "I'd never thought I'd have to choose between you and bacon."
Apparently, in her half-awake state, she could still make jokes. It was among the many things that he loved about her; she's funny, at almost any time of day.
"Well, I'd love a replay of last night." he suggested. "And then maybe we could have bre-"
The rest of that sentence was lost to the world as Sam somehow gathered enough energy to swing herself on top of him.
"Just shut-up and kiss me dork." she smiled, before swooping in to kiss him.
After they had re-enacted the beautiful moment (or rather, moments) that they had last night, Freddie and Sam finally got out of their bed and had breakfast. Needless to say, their breakfast consisted of all kinds of bacon, and given the amount of sex the young couple had in the past 12 hours, Sam had worked up an even larger appetite than she normally had. Every piece that Freddie didn't eat went straight down her throat. Of course, his natural Benson disposition kicked in when she finished the plates, taking it upon himself to carry them to the small sink that the cabin's kitchen housed. Before he got started on cleaning up, he leant back onto the bench, and admired Sam. Her messy bed-hair was pulled back in a hastily tied blonde pony-tail, and her supple skin was covered by one of his blue dress shirts.
She makes that thing look better on her than it does on me.
Sam noticed him looking lovingly at her as she drank her half-full cup of orange juice. She loved how he looked at her, like she was the only girl he'd ever seen before. Like nothing else in this world could come close to how beautiful he thought she was. Waiting for him to turn around and to wash the plates, she crept up behind him and enveloped his waist with her arms. His head nodded back in acknowledgement, gently finding the side of hers and staying there as he scrubbed their dishes. The light that streamed through the window perched above the sink dulled, but it didn't make this moment seem any less perfect for Sam. Something happened that did take away from her delight, though.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Ugh, I'll get it." reluctantly detaching herself from him, and trudged towards the cabin door.
The swing of the door revealed an unwanted face.
"Hey sis." chimed Melanie.
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