Hello all the people who make me ever so happy with their reviews! How are you? Lol, yeah, yeah, I know, ONTO THE STORY!
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(NOW IN SPANISH! A different disclaimer...) Descargo de responsabilidad: No soy dueño de iCarly y sería muy diferente y probablemente no tan popular si lo hiciera ... lo agradecería!
(Howabout in French now?) Disclaimer: Bonjour, je ne suis pas le créateur de iCarly, et ne peut être de sitôt, mais je ne propriétaires de toutes les idées que je vous apporte aujourd'hui. Je vous remercie.
Ok, that's enough! Lol. Enjoy! (Most of this is Freddie's POV. Except... he's not talking... I'm narrating for him...)
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Spencer watched as a horrified teenage boy went over the ending of his dream that was caught on video.
Freddie opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He tried to squeak out a few more words, but still nothing. He was pointing at the video and at himself and at the door where Sam had rushed out, muttering inaudible things.
Spencer held back a smile and tried to sit in a fatherly position, "You understand a little better now, Freddo?"
Freddie sighed and scratched the back of his head, "I dunno... Why the chiz would I even have that kind of dream?"
Spencer knew why, but didn't want to say anything that would make Freddie uncomfortable, "Yeah, it's weird. Considering you hate Sam..."
Freddie stopped his pacing around the room and looked at Spencer suspiciously, "What are you trying to get at Spence?"
Spencer sighed and put his hand on Freddie's shoulder, "When I was your age there was a girl that constantly beat on me and humiliated me. I had a crush on her."
Freddie interrupted, hoping Spencer was telling the truth, "Really?
"No." Spencer stuck his hands in his pockets and continued speaking, "I just can't think of anything to tell you."
"Gee, thanks, Spencer." Freddie rolled his eyes and sighed again, stuffing his face in his hands, "This explains why Sam wanted to kill me."
Spencer laughed, "But she always wants to kill you!"
Freddie slowly raised his head out of his hands and with a tired look said, "You're not helping much, Spencer."
"Just trying to keep things a little upbeat." Spencer attempted to frolic jokingly, but tripped and fell.
"Is there anything helpful that you want to tell me?" Freddie tried to search Spencer for some kind of advice, but didn't get his hopes up.
"Probably not..." Spencer carefully got up and moved around the object he tripped on, "But I can tell you this: Every dream you have represents your thoughts, but they are more frank than you would like to admit. You have to face at one point that THAT is a portion of your thoughts."
"But..." Freddie knew he couldn't say that he would never dream of something like that, because he did dream it, "How will that help me? I mean, when I see Sam now, she'll seriously hurt me! She was even prepared to beat me to death with a beanbag!"
Spencer nodded and remembered to just a few minuted ago when th incident happened, "I thought it was weird, though. She didn't try and attack you right away."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Freddie was suddenly getting more and more nervous, which was rare when anyone was around Spencer.
"I mean," Spencer crossed his arms and looked oddly serious, "I saw Sam smiling during that part of the dream. She knew I had seen her smiling and she had a reputation to uphold, so she beat you with the beanbag."
"Pfft." Freddie raised one of his eyebrows, "I don't believe it. She was really upset when she beat me. Could you not hear the anger in her voice?"
Spencer shrugged and plainly said, "Sam knew I had caught her smiling, which made her angry. It can happen to anyone."
Freddie looked at Spencer like he was crazy and headed for the door, "I still don't believe it. I'm going home."
"Have fun in denial!" Spencer yelled as Freddie closed the studio door behind him.
The teenage boy was mumbling something to himself, walking down the stairs. He passed by Carly's room to hear her yelling. He stopped to listen for a minute.
"Sam..." Carly was saying into her phone. She was sitting on her bed with her back facing Freddie. Carly threw herself onto her pillows and sighed. Sam was on the other end, talking frantically.
"Sam..." Carly said again, trying not to sound annoyed, "Come on, Sam, calm down."
Freddie sighed and continued his venture back home. When he got to the main floor of the Shay's apartment, he noticed Gibby eating a banana in the kitchen.
"Gibby, what are you doing here?" Freddie rubbed his forehead and shook his head.
"Eatin a banana." Gibby replied before swallowing the banana mush in his mouth.
"Ah..." Freddie ignored the oddity in from of him. He just wanted to get home and try to think of what's wrong with him and how to straighten things out.
Though, when he did close the door of his apartment, his mother drowned him with, "Fredward Benson! Where were you? And why do you look upset?"
He ignored her and trudged to his bedroom, locking the door with a new set of numbers he came up with. He just needed to be by himself for a moment. It was too cold to refresh his mind on the fire escape, so he decided to go with the second most secluded place he could.
Freddie opened his closet and pulled down some boxes from the top shelf. He aligned them in a specific pattern so he could reach a door in his closet he found quite some years ago.
The brunette boy entered his code to get into his small room, 'G-a-l-a-x-y-s-a-b-e-r'. If you listened closely, you could hear the door unlock and creak open a little. As for Freddie, he threw the door open and locked the door behind him.
You could officially call it his nerd-cave. He had numerous wires running from monitor to laptop and there were small lamps everywhere. The room itself was big enough for two people if they were sitting down, but a third person could be squeezed in there as well. There were posters of various bands on the walls and screencaps of his friends doing iCarly. He had a picture of Carly and Sam where Carly had her eyes shut and was crying out of laughter, whereas Sam was looking at the camera out of the corner of her eye and smirking. On the same wall, Freddie had a few pictures of his mother.
Freddie pulled out his phone and twitched as he searched for a specific name to text to. He finally found the destination and wrote in his text, 'I'm sorry.'
While he waited for a response, if there even was going to be one, he searched the viewer's comments on that night's webbisode. There were plenty that stated that Freddie was so sweet and plenty that just commented on Carly and Sam's duet.
Freddie's phone vibrated next to him and he quickly picked it up to see a response that read, 'Who the heck is this?'
Freddie seemed confused for a minute, but realized Sam must've deleted his phone number. He sighed and just put his phone back beside him. He tried to focus more on the comments but couldn't. He kept remembering what Spencer had said.
But he wasn't going to admit anytime soon that Sam occupied a portion of his thoughts.
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Hey! You made it out alive! Cool... Well, howdya like it? Hm.. I'm sorry I can't hear you. Maybe you should review so I can hear you clearer...
Anywhos, I know this was quite short... shorted than my last two chapters anyways. But know that's only because I have a harder time with getting into guys minds than girls minds. I swear it will be more interesting in the Sam POV...
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