iDress Up As Melanie
Chapter 5
Crazy
"Mama's in the house!" I exclaimed, plopping on the blue beanbag chair.
This one was a cool blue, all blue-green and fun. It was unlike Freddie's boring blue couch, but a lot of fun can still happen on his couch.
"Hey Sam!" Carly smiled. I'd texted her back while outside and told her I was fine. I'd just got back from changing in the port-a-potty, and then nearly blew the plan when I realized I was still caked in make-up. I swear liking that boy is affecting my smarts. I snuck into Lewburt's bathroom, and washed all the makeup off. I then secretly went to Carly's room and touched up my makeup the way I usually did it; which is more natural and a lot less. I liked being back in my normal clothes, a black and green striped tee-shirt and dark boot cut jeans. Never will I be a skinny jean wearer.
Freddie was giving me a weird look from behind the laptop.
"How's your mom?" His voice was soft and caring.
"She's better now. Melanie told her prescriptions and everything, stupid idiot of a mother," I shrugged.
Freddie's eye brows arched up in confusion, "are you bipolar or something?"
I laughed at Freddie, and quoted one of my favourite crazy people, "I'm bi-winning!"
Freddie rolled his eyes at me and continued doing some more work. His phone started ringin and he answered it curiously.
"Hello?" he asked. A frantic annoyed voice was slightly legible on the other line. Freddie hit speaker phone, a look of horror on his face.
"And I swear to god if you send me one more text I'm calling the cops! I don't know who this Sam guy is but if you're planning some murder you better do it to someone else buckaroo!" The woman's voice was slightly masculine and threatening. Freddie's face was a muddled expression of discontent.
"No lady, I'm sorry, it was the wrong number…" Freddie tried to explain in his dismay. I felt sweat gathering on my forehead. How could I mess up like this!
"You will treat me with respect! You will stop texting me or else I will track you down, kill you slowly, and break you into pieces!" The lady let out a murderous laugh at the end, and the phone made a sickening click.
"Freddie! Don't harass people for fun… especially when they are scary like that!" Carly exclaimed, giving Freddie a worrisome look.
"No, I swear I don't even know what she was talking about!" Freddie said, exasperated, his hands flying up exaggeratedly.
"Well, look at the caller I.D," said Carly simply. She was wearing some strange grass hula skirt for some sketch she was working on, and she walked over beside Freddie to look at his phone. I watched in dreadfulness from the beanbag.
"Hmmm, well it says my last caller was… Sam?" Carly and Freddie looked at me, folding their arms across their chests accusingly.
"Playing another joke now, are we?" Freddie sneered. My palms got sweaty, how was I going to get out of this one? If I said it was a joke, he'd text that number again later on if he needed to, and then the physco chick will get even crazier!
"No! I swear that wasn't me… freaking brilliant if it was though," I laughed.
"Let me see," Carly said, yanking the phone out of Freddie's hand.
She looked at it defiantly, "that's not Sam's number, her number ends with 76. I know I remember it."
"Sam… why would you give me a fake number?" Freddie asked curiously.
I put on a bored expression, "Why would I want you texting me?"
"Sam! You could've had Freddie killed!" Carly said exasperated, "and all because you didn't want him texting you?"
"Whatever, are we going to talk about the damn sketch?" I asked, my annoyance clearly coming through in my tone.
"Yeah, whatever," Freddie mumbled, giving up for now.
The night continued on with us talking about iCarly. No more accusations or fights came out, although I'd continually see Freddie sending me weird looks. My plan just had so many flaws! I'd seriously have to consider stopping soon. But, I should have at least one more getting-rid-of-feelings session, right? With all it took to make this stupid plan I should at least get to use it more than once!
Rehearsals ended and Carly told me I could crash at her house, but I wanted to go home and clear my mind. So I found myself on the familiar street between Bushwell Plaza and my home. My hand was in my dark denim pocket, holding the yellow can of pepper spray. Carly always got angry that I walked around at night, and I always had to call her as soon as I got home so she knew I didn't get kidnapped. But at least I was somewhat prepared with pepper spray and all. Look, if my mom was normal and actually cared, I'd make her drive me!
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped out the pepper spray and turned around fast to view my attacker. Instead of a big burly rapist, it was little Freddie, standing in horror at the pepper spray, his hand in front of his face.
"Sam! No!" He screeched, freaking out.
"Oh shut up Freddifer before you attract the real crazies over," I said rolling my eyes, putting my spray back into my pocket. My heart was racing slightly, what was he doing? He hated leaving his apartment at night.
"You were going to spray me with pepper spray! And you're telling me to calm down!" Freddie was still slightly spazzing. I gave him a second to gather his thoughts, tapping my foot impatiently. Then I saw it. My bag! With Melanie's clothing in it! AND IT WAS IN HIS HANDS!
"Where'd you find that?" I demanded, ripping the bag from his hands.
"You left it at Carly's," Freddie said cautiously. I was so peeved! I turned around from him and opened up the clutch, making sure everything was there. Luckily, it was.
I turned back around to Freddie, whose scared face had just upturned into a taunting smile, "awwww Sam has a secret diary doesn't she!"
"As if nub," I punched his shoulder. This means he didn't look in, because he was guessing at what was inside! He respected my privacy and well-being! Thinking this for some reason made me feel guilty.
"Then what's in the bag you're so protective of?" Freddie still had the taunting pitch to his voice as he poked my shoulder.
"Somebody wants a death wish," I told him, shoving my fist inches from his face. Freddie's shoulders slumped, and he gave up.
"Fine, be that way," he sighed. I felt bad for not letting him have a silly banter with me like usual. I turned around and started walking back down the street, but not before I turned around, and said thanks, to the now more than confused nerd.
Hey everyone!
Sorry I took so long with this chapter! I thought it was one of the pre-written ones and I opened it up the other day to two sentences :P
And whenever I had time to write, nothing was really coming :P And whenever come stuff would come, I'd get a call from a friend to hang out or something :P
And then, when it was all ready, I thought I'd sent it to my beta… but FF had failed me. And then I was going out of town…
So finally, now that I'm back, it's all beta'd and everything by the wonderful Jaqui (Onedream 2dream).
I'm not actually too fond of this chapter. There wasn't really any Seddie, well I mean, there was that ending… but mostly just crazy stuff going on :P It was kind of short. Apologies!
BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO REVIEW!
Thanks to LyshaLuvsSeddie for her idea on the random number Freddie`s been texting to be some crazy person! :P
Oh, and 38 reviews? AWESOME!
If I hit 50, making it my most reviewed Fanfic, I will upload two chapters IN THE SAME DAY! So yah, remember that :P
Next chapter up on Tuesday night probably :)
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