Hidden Behind My Secrets
Don't Own iCarly...I wish.
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I sat on the couch waiting for Carly to call me like she always does because she thinks I'm raiding her fridge. I sat there staring at the door recurring the events over and over in my head, thinking of everything that was happening. What made Freddie snap? Where did he turn to? What friends? Those A/V nerds have bedtimes at 6pm. I asked myself several questions until I fell asleep.
Crash
I woke up suddenly and looked frantically around the room. Memories came rushing back into my head.
"Carly, Spencer, you okay?" I yelled.
Carly and Spencer both came out of their rooms in their Pyjama's.
"Yea why?" Carly yawned.
"Oh it's that I heard a—"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Freddie was yelling so loud we heard him from Carly's apartment.
"Honey, I know yo—"
"Then if you know why would you do that!?" Carly, Spencer and I stared intently at the door waiting for it to burst open.
"Freddie, please stop yelling!"
"I hate you! Leave me alone!" we waited for Carly's door to open it didn't we heard his front door slam and his footsteps hurrying down the hallway.
I turned to face Carly, "Morning,"
"Come on let's see if she's okay," she grabbed my arm and dragged me across the hall.
"Mrs. Benson," we said knocking on the door.
"Well no answer, we tried oh well, time for bacon." I walked back to Carly's apartment when we heard the door squeak open.
"Mrs. Benson?"
"Yes?"
"What happened?"
"Freddie got mad at me when I searched his room,"
"You what? No wonder he did that I would have—" Carly shot me a glare, "made you a pie, yum!"
"No your right Sam, but he seems so different," Mrs. Benson opened the door more and we saw the messed up living room and some broken plates and cups, it looked like my house.
"Umm, Mrs. Benson your place looks umm..."
"Bad, I know Freddie took his anger out on the apartment,"
Issues much, "Tell us when he gets back, we have iCarly tonight." (A/N: Forgot when they do iCarly so in my story it's on Sunday.)
"Okay," she closed the door and Carly and I walked back to my...her apartment for the 2nd time I wasn't hungry anymore.
"Sam, do you know why Freddie would act like that?" Carly asked while walking back to the apartment.
"What do I look like an asshole expert to you." I responded quickly.
"Sam... He's not right, he's..."
"Crazy, stupid, insane, an ass..."
"I was going to say different," she whispered.
It hurt me, I don't know why, but Freddie was hurting himself, Carly everyone for something. "Carly I'll figure it out," wait what did I say!
"Okay," she whispered and trudged upstairs as I saw her wipe away a few stray tears. Spencer was in the kitchen making cereal.
"Hey Spence do you know why Freddie would act like this is it like a guy thing?"
"No Sam, I'm going back to bed,"
"K," I watched him go to his room and went to work.
I got my cell phone and dialled everyone's number and hoped to get some answers. I called Gibby, Shane, Shannon, Wendy, Rebecca, Shawn, Jake, Jeremy. I got nothing I looked at the clock 1pm I couldn't believe it I spent my day helping Freddie. Where is he? I called him but got his lame voicemail I sat staring at the blank T.V wondering if Carly and Spencer were still sleeping. I managed to drag myself of the couch and walk to Freddie's apartment. I knocked on the door and Ms. Benson creaked it open.
"Ms. Benson, is he—"
"NO!" she screamed in my face and slammed the door.
"Well," I walked back to Carly's apartment when I stopped myself. I turned and headed to the elevator.
I waited in the elevator, what am I doing? The doors opened and I sprinted to the park. I ran and ran until I made it there I searched frantically but, there was no Freddie. He had to be here he comes here or he goes to the fire escape. The fire escape is empty for sure because he ran down the hallway to the elevator and his mom would know if he crossed the hallway to get the fire escape. He comes to the park a lot ever since his dad left and when he needed to think; this is a definite thinking situation. I sat down on the swings.
Flashback:
A small brown haired boy ran down the sidewalk visible tears in his eyes.
"Freddie, you okay?"
"Since when do you care Puckett," he shoved past me as tears flowed from his brown eyes.
"I always cared; I might act like I don't, but I do and always will,"
He looked up at me as if he was searching for some kind of lie, or trick.
"He left," he whispered.
"Who?" I sat on the swings and he did the same.
"My dad, he's not coming back," he looked up at the sky.
"Freddie," I placed my hand on his shoulder. "My dad left too I know what you feel," tears threatened to fall I never talked about my dad.
"..." he couldn't say anything so he cried. After a few comforting stories he stopped his tears.
"Thanks Sam," he whispered.
"No problem, tell anyone and I will break your arm," I smiled.
He chuckled, "got it," he got up and I watched him walk back to his apartment.
End Flashback.
He just had to change. I looked up at the sky like he did and closed my eyes. I looked down the same sidewalk and I suddenly I saw a figure in the distance, running. I knew who it was in an instant.
"Freddie," suddenly I realised I wasn't in my flashback anymore. "Fredwierd,"
"Bitch," he growled under his breath. He pushed past me and kept walking down the sidewalk towards his apartment. I couldn't even follow him. That night he didn't come to iCarly it was cancelled because with no technical producer we were a fail. It took us hours to find out how to post a banner to tell people we cancelled. Days and weeks passed it was easy to anyone to know that something was off. Something was different. He seemed to drift so easily and forget everything that was said and done. Moments passed where it seemed almost too unreal like he was a statute in this real world and only lived like a robot that would come alive when you clicked the magic switch of on and off. When he was awake and fully aware of the outside surroundings he would get ticked off with any comment and attack there was nothing playful, nothing happy, no emotion. He lived in his separate world where he would drift off during most periods of his daily life, his grades slipped, his appearance changed, his attitude became difficult, and he became a shell. He wasn't Freddie and I know what I need to do to figure out answers.
Lol I had to add the beginning chapter from the prologue X] Thanx for support pplz and the idea for the next chapter from what lurks beneath next chap soon, ideas!
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