Hey guys and gals of the webernet! It's me, Charlie, back with some more of my first ever fanfic, Something Weird. First, I just want to answer a few of my amazing reviewers and all that chiz then we can commence the Seddieness.
To abracadabra94: Thank you so much, you speak so highly of this story in your reviews and I loved your story iGo On Jeopardy. I've never seen Jeopardy, I don't think it's on in the UK? But I still love this story. And yes, it was obviously "Freak the Freak Out" Sorry you missed it, I watched it on youtube. It was really funny. And thanks, once again. You're a star!
To teamjacob101: Thank you also for your reviews, you're right the chapters should be longer but I write as soon as something pops into my head. It's sort of spontaneous and when I'm done it goes straight on fanfiction. So that basically means I update it as soon as I'm done so there are no other chapters. At the moment, I'm just going where the story takes me and having mental breakdowns if I don't get anything good. So yeah, thanks again for your reviews. You're another star!
I forgot the last disclaimer so here's two!
Disclaimer (1): Sure, I own iCarly…
Disclaimer (2): SHE LIESSS! :)
Previously on Something Weird:
"What exactly can you do?" he asked curiously. I wasn't expecting that, but hey. At least he's not running for the hills.
"Well," I started, "I can make objects move around and do what I want. All I have to do is focus on what I want and move my hands." Still waiting for the fleeing of the country to begin.
"You mean, like this?" Freddie looked over at his desk where his personal laptop was perched and twitched his hands. I watched with my eyes almost popping out of my head as the laptop rose and flew through the air, landing lightly on the bed in front of me.
Holy crap.
Chapter 6:
New Discoveries
Sam's POV
Holy crap. Did I say that already? I think I'll say it again. HOLY CRAP! What the hell does this mean? Can Freddie do what I can do? Why us? What did we do?
I was still frozen in my place on his bed, staring a hole into the laptop in front of me.
Freddie decided to speak up, "Sam?" he said nervously. "Speak to me, please?" he begged. I tried to communicate but all that came out of my mouth were a series of choked whispers and the words,
"Holy crap."
Freddie had moved back to the bed, where I was sitting and placed himself directly opposite me, as we had been before.
"Are you okay? Do you need anythi-"
"Holy crap!" I repeated, though this time was a bit louder as the events of a few moments ago actually sunk into my already overloaded brain.
"You already said that, Sa-" Freddie tried before I cut him off, yet again.
"Holy crap! Do you know what this means? Seriously, I'm begging you here 'cause all this chiz is jacking me up big time, Fredhead. I mean I cried yesterday! I never cry, Sam Puckett NEVER cries!" I hadn't taken a single breath throughout all of that mess and started hyperventilating. Which made Freddie even more worried.
"Sam, Sam. Calm down. You're gonna give yourself an asthma attack and me a heart attack!" he said, fearful eyes seeming to take over his face. Wow, I've never seen Freddie panic this much over me. I steadied my breathing and drew a playful smirk across my features.
"I don't have asthma, you nub, and you're not going to have a heart attack. But there is always…" Smiling evilly, I raised my hand to slap him and swung, but before it could reach its destination, my hand collided with something other than Freddie's face. Freddie's hand. He had stopped my forthcoming blow with some random panther-like stealth move. It was impressive, for a nub that is, so I smiled a little at his new found boldness. Then I realized we were practically holding hands and the smile fell from my face, to be replaced by a look of wonder.
Freddie seemed just as entranced as I was as we sat, unspeaking, holding hands on his bed. The trace of a smile lingered around the corners of his mouth as we let go of each other and came out of our weird little 'moment'.
"Random panther-like stealth move, Sam? Really?" he murmured, the thick teasing tone rolled off his tongue.
"Don't mock me, ner-" I froze. I didn't say that out loud.
"Freddie, how did you know what I thought?" My voice was shaking, anticipation and fear moulding into one as I awaited his answer.
His face went blank, as if trying to block out all the emotions that I was feeling right now.
"I don't know." He said simply. Urgh, it's like wringing blood from a stone with him today. Actually, I reckon I could probably do that.
"Well, try again! I'll think of something and you use your power-thingy to try to read my mind, kay?" I proposed, but his face remained blank.
"FREDDIE!" I shouted.
"Yeah! Wha-? Oh, right. Let's do it." Idiot.
What can I think of? Something totally random should do it. Let's see… Ah!
The hobo on my street likes to suck cheese sticks and throw them at cars!
Freddie moved his hands and had squished his eyes shut in concentration, but from the look he gave me when he opened them, I knew it hadn't worked.
"Sorry Sam. I've got nothing." He sighed and frowned.
Oh well. Wait, I've got an idea.
"Freddie, what were we doing when it happened?" I asked, my eyes full of hope as I stared at him intently.
"What do you mean?" Some days, this kid drives me nuts, honestly.
"I mean, what if we backtracked to what we were doing at that exact moment in time? Do you think it would work?" I urged, starting to feel a little excited at this point.
"It couldn't hurt to try, I guess." He agreed and I nodded in response. "But Sam? We were… holding hands when it happened." Freddie looked into his lap shyly and a faint blush swept up his neck. Aw, he's all embarrassed and cute. Is it me, or did it just get really hot in this joint?
"Um, it's fine," I added nervously, "Let's do that then."
Freddie looked as if I might bite his head off, and normally I would but the certain situation that we're in at the moment tells me otherwise. And I was growing increasingly impatient as my hand started to tingle from the memory of his touch. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him.
"Just take my hand, nub." Still smiling, I unfolded my fist, palm facing upwards and held it in front of him.
Freddie smiled slightly and looked straight into my eyes with his warm chocolate colours and took my hand. Static electricity came to mind when we touched.
I thought my part again.
The hobo on my street likes to suck cheese sticks and throw them at cars!
And then I waited.
Haha. Typical Sam, thinking something completely rando- OHMYCHIZ, I can hear her!
We had both stopped breathing altogether and let out a few strangled chokes.
"Sam, I heard you!" he exclaimed, wonder filling his eyes.
"I know Fredly," I replied breathlessly. "I heard you too."
A/N: Okayyyy, and there is yet another chapter! I really should be revising, but I just had the idea and started typing. I really am too good to you guys. And woohoo, I got over a thousand hits the other day so I'm really pleased.
Keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing! I know that sounds like I only do it for reviews, but I only want to know what you guys think so I can improve my next chapter. Plus, it makes me feel reeaalllyy good :)
-Charliee