iDress Up As Melanie
Chapter 6
Bothered? & Poached Eggs

It was a dark, foggy room. There were no definitive features to the room, it wasn't a square, oval, or even a circle; only a murky grey mist. A blonde with near perfect ringlets looked distraught, with a dress that seemed slightly torn, and make-up that was smudged. It was me.

In front of me stood Freddie. He seemed inferior to me, and had cold dark eyes. He looked uncaring and frigid.

"Freddie… I don't get it… I love you!" I cried as he looked at me with hard brown eyes.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have used me," he said in a hard tone, his eyes refusing to make any more contact.

"But you knew things weren't exclusive with you and Melanie… I didn't know you'd fall for her," I whispered.

"She's a perfect girl, how wouldn't I?" he glared at me.

"What about me?" I whimpered, peering up at him with my watery blue eyes. His glance back was cold.

"You are a manipulative mean person," my torn dress suddenly turned into sloppy jeans and a torn faded tee-shirt. My hair was now droopy and lifeless. My face was dark and ugly. Melanie walked up to Freddie's side; they smiled at each other seductively before embracing and joining their lips together hungrily.

I woke up in a sweat, my eyes were slightly wet. I shivered inwardly remembering the terrible nightmare. I felt a big weight on my stomach; so this was what guilt felt like. I turned around and grabbed my cell phone to check the time. It was 8:30, but I was wide awake even though it was really early for a summer day.

I sauntered off my worn out yellow bed and onto the creaky floor. My house was one floor, so I opened the peeling white door into the short hall to the kitchen. My mom wasn't home again, I hardly saw her these days. I opened the refrigerator, to the usual disappointment. Last week's grocery list was still taped to the refrigerator.

Well for Breakfast, I can eat 2 month old yogurt, cheap cereal without milk, or a piece of mouldy toast. Yum. Looks like I'll be doing the grocery shopping again.

I sighed inwardly. I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pyjama short bottoms. I opened the cell phone up anxiously anticipating who it would be.

Freddie: Good morning Melane :) I was wondering what time you were planning on coming up today?

I was too hungry to even think at this point.

Melanie: Well, it depends… this hotel has terrible food, and no service to come with it! I just wish I could have a nice meal so I can get a move on with my day.

Freddie: Well, you could come over here for breakfast. Eggs and Bacon!

My mouth began to water immediately after reading the word bacon.

Melanie: Aw really! You're so sweet. I'd love to :)

I sighed inwardly as I grabbed my bag containing Melanie's old clothing. Apparently my conscious wasn't that imperative.

I walked into Carly's house warily. I knew Carly would still be sleeping so I would have to quietly do my make-up in her room. I opened the door to her colourful room and slipped in quietly. Carly was in a quiet peaceful slumber so I made my way to her desk. I really needed to invest in some of my own makeup for this to work better.

After about 15 minutes I was finally finished. I put the large brush down and looked successfully at myself in the mirror. Suddenly, the large pink brush was rolling off the dresser and fell on the ground making a thud. Carly stirred in her sleep a little.

I tried to make a break to the door, but not before my foot kicked her bed making a sickening noise. My foot throbbed as I tried not to scream. Carly turned over, slightly lifting her head. She tried to blink the seep out of her eyes.

"Sam?" asked a confused and tired Carly.

"Sorry… left something in here… didn't want to wake you… go back to sleep," I stuttered.

Carly shrugged and went back to sleep.

I ran out of the house and found myself soon in front of Freddie's door. Yet again, I felt butterfly's in my stomach. It was sickening.

I could already smell the bacon wafting from his apartment. I knocked on the door politely, even though I wanted to kick it down.

Freddie opened the door. He still looked somewhat tired and his hair was a little messy, but in a cute way. He was wearing a loose fit light grey v neck and striped pyjama pants. As always, the corners of his mouth were upwards in a warm smile.

"Hi," he beamed, opening the door and beckoning me inside.

"Hi," I said back nervously. The apartment smelt strongly of wonderful bacon. But, it wasn't normal bacon. No, it was my all-time favourite, Bolivian! I tried to calm down to say something level.

"It smells great in here," I said with a smile. He led me to the quant wooden table and held out the mahogany chair for me.

"That'd be the Bolivian Bacon," he smiled back. Se he knew it by name! I thought I was the only one who knew of this foreign bacon.

"Really? Sounds expensive…" I commented, curious about the bacon.

"Oh yah, it is, but Sam mentioned it once and I've been hooked ever since!" he exclaimed, turning away from me and moving the slices of heaven with a fork in the sizzling pan.

"Sam does know her meat!" I laughed, taking a sip of the orange juice already set out for me.

He turned back; his arm's out stretched leaning back on the counter. He smiled and looked down at the ground, shaking his head slightly. "Yah, she's great."

I immediately felt a twinge in my stomach. He thought I was great!

"So," Freddie began, out of his momentary daze. "How about a poached egg with some bacon?"

I looked at him wide eyed. Poached? What the hell was that? I thought I knew like, EVERYTHING to do with an egg! Fried, hard boiled, I even tried eggs benedict once!

"Uhm, I never had one before," I murmured anxiously. He looked understanding.

"Yah, a lot of people haven't. They are so good though, the yoke is perfect for dipping toast in," he beamed.

I looked at him adoringly, "you seem like you really know what you're doing."

"Yah, I love to cook. It's not something most people really know," he shrugged, as if the revelation was meaningless.

"Why not, I'm sure it'd impress a lot of girls, especially food obsessed ones like my sister," a look in Freddie's face told me I'd just given him the inner secrets of the world, but then it went back to usual.

"Yah, well it's kind of private I guess, it's kind of weird I even told you," he laughed.

I crooked my head to the side slightly. "Why is that?"

"Well, we aren't dating and I haven't even told my two best friends," he started making up two plates and filling two glasses of orange juice. I was hoping he was considering me as that other best friend and not Gibby.

"Does it bother you?" I asked curiously. He turned around while placing the orange juice back into the refrigerator.

"Does what bother me?"

"That we aren't dating."

Freddie's eyes looked a little nervous. He grabbed the glasses and the plates and put them in front of us.

"Look Melanie, you are a really great girl, and I love hanging out with you. But a long distance relationship wouldn't work."

"No no, I know, but if say, I lived here. Do you think we would date?" Things weren't supposed to get deep, but here I was stirring the pot.

"I really don't know, to tell you the truth, I don't think we would," Freddie sighed.

"Why not?" I asked, excited.

"I think we are just too cute around each other it would be boring and annoying after a while. We'd get so tired of the same old same old. Relationships need to be exciting while sustaining some sense of order," he seemed to be thinking of something in his mind.

"You sound experienced with relationships," I sighed. I knew he wasn't, but he smiled nonetheless.

"No, it's how my parent's relationship was. My mom was once not as crazy, but still pretty insane. She was caring to an extreme, and always worrying about things. My dad was carefree, exciting and fun. When he passed, my mom went on an overload. He used to balance her out."

I winced at the mention of his dad. Freddie didn't talk about him much but I knew he got hit by a drunk driver when he was 10.

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"It's okay. Hey, eat your bacon," he laughed. I would have gone straight for the bacon if it wasn't for how cool the eggs looked. I opened the yoke with my fork and dipped some of the toast in slowly. I ate some and it tasted so good! I smiled up at Freddie, but he was intently focused on eating. I felt my phone vibrate and looked down at it curiously.

Carly: Sam, I'm going to go get the watermelon piece for iCarly from Freddie then head out to the store to get the rest. I'll see you around 4 :)

"Uh Freddie, I got to go something has come up, I'm sorry I had to miss the wonderful food. Good bye!"

I lunged out of the chair to the door.

"Bye," Freddie said, not seeming to mind.

I ran behind the plant in the hallway and watched as Carly walked into Freddie's apartment. After that, she quickly ran back to her apartment and grabbed Spencer. She pulled him down the hallway as he murmured something about finishing a cheese sculpture.

I finally finish reapplying normal make-up and jeans and a penny tee. Voila, here is Sam. I go to leave again, bag in hands, as I leave the empty Shay residence. I open the door and see Freddie talking frantically to some guy at his door.

"I swear, I didn't order any packages!" Freddie looked peeved, as though he said that a couple times.

"Well do you want a package?" the guy asked, raising his eye brows.

"No! I would've ordered one!"

"Look, I'll give you packages on a stick for a good price." He held up a long stick about the size of a broom handle and had packages sticking off of it.

"Are you related to Teebo?"

"Oh yah! He's my cousin."

"Makes sense. Now get out of here!" Freddie laughed incredulously.

"Just trying to spread the love of packages," The man mumbled while walking away. I almost snickered like a little boy at how the word 'package' had a double dirty meaning.

"Sup Sam?" Freddie asked.

"Nothing, Carls isn't home so I guess I got to go find some food elsewhere."

"Well, I have bacon and eggs in here, made a plate for Carly but she decided she didn't want any," Freddie said smiling, looking inviting.

"You better be a good cook Freddifer," I joked.

With that, I was now entering Freddie's apartment, and this time as myself.

Hey guys!

Sorry I took so long, I wrote an over 2000 words chapter for you guys to apologise!

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