A/N: I admit, I haven't updated this soon enough. And, this chapter may not be QUITE as cool as the others. But give me a break! The show has given me nothing to work with! Please, if you have some ways to improve this chapter, I would appreciate them, because I honestly think I need some help because the show really hasn't helped me with thinking of chapters for this fanfic. Anyway, try to enjoy. :)
"It wasn't a date!" I told myself in the mirror. I stared at my own doubting face. "It wasn't! Yes, we had dinner. We were both hungry. Well, I guess I could have eaten at my house… But Sam's a better cook. And mom was making vegetarian pizza."
I smiled at myself. Once again I had found a reasonable explanation for everything. "I like Carly." I said to my reflection. I said that because it makes sense. And my brain is always happier when things make sense.
That morning as I came to my locker I heard Carly and Sam talking.
"So I know we didn't rehearse this." began Carly. "But I think we should tell everyone to vote for David."
"Yeah, maybe." agreed Sam. "I'm just so sick of those stupid websites saying he's going to lose."
"Hey Carly." I said, interrupting their conversation. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah. I just had a really bad headache but I think I'm better now."
As Carly was talking I couldn't help but notice Sam's face. I could've sworn she looked upset when I said 'hey' to Carly but not her.
"So anyway," said Carly forging on, "what do you think of telling everyone to vote David?"
"Sounds great." I smiled at her.
Sam scowled.
Sam always seemed to get annoyed when I flirted with Carly. And I never knew why.
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The next day at school I was in the kitchen with Carly and Sam. Sam was, as usual, eating her after-school snack. This time it was a dry, sugary cereal. She walked back to the counter where Carly and I were sitting and sat down. "Want some?" she offered to us.
"No thanks." I told her, knowing me mom would probably have a heart attack if she saw me eat that.
"Suit yourself, Fredwin." She shrugged.
"Fredwin?" asked a confused Carly. Sam just shrugged again. At this point, I really didn't care what Sam called me anymore. "Oh wait! America Sings is about to come on!"
I really didn't pay much attention to the singing show. I just don't have the same television interests as Carly and Sam. I kept telling them that David wouldn't win. So imagine my surprise when he did.
"Yes!" said Carly and Sam at the same time. Carly gave Sam a hug and then she hugged me and then Sam and I just looked at each other.
Yeah, that happens sometimes.
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"Ugh. I'm sooo bored." moaned Sam the next day.
"You brought your backpack, right?" asked Carly. "Do your homework."
Sam looked like she was about to protest, but stopped. I guess she realized that she really didn't have anything else to do. "Okay but you have to help me."
"Sorry Sam. I'm cooking dinner." Carly stopped. "Okay, don't even start. I'm just making hamburger helper. I can cook that! I'm sure Freddie can help you."
Sam's eyes went bigger and then she looked at me. " Freddington, you really want to help me? Last time that didn't go so well."
I shook my head at the thought. "I'll help you with anything but math."
Sam agreed.
We both sat on the couch, facing each other, Our backpacks were in between our feet so we sort of formed a 'W' shape. About 15 minutes in I asked: "So, need any help?"
"Um, yeah." so I came over to her.
"Which questions?"
"erhm… all of them?"
Oh boy. "Did you even try, Sam?"
"Yeah. Can't I just copy you?"
"C'mon Sam, it's really simple. Just… okay, what was the main point of the poem?"
"To be stupid?"
"No Sam! It's a great poem!"
"Oh man." said Sam. "Now you're into poetry, too?"
"There's nothing wrong with poetry!"
"Oh I think there is!"
"Oh come on!"
Yeah, this is the point at which Carly intervened. "Hey guys, I'm trying to make dinner! You're supposed be doing your homework, not fighting! Why can't you get along?"
Sam shrugged.
"Sorry, Carly."
Later that night we learned that iCarly had actually affected the voting process. Sam and I didn't seem to think of it as a big deal, but Carly was really stressed out about it. She felt all sorry for the guy that lost. I didn't know what Sam meant by this before, but I almost know what she means by being too nice.
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Wade Collins is an evil person. I swear, he's called me "hob knocker" like 30 times today. I looked it up on zap look, and I couldn't find any solid , I guess I'll have to deal with it until Carly can stop feeling guilty about making this guy lose.
"So many people in my apartment!" complained Spencer.
I sat on Carly's computer, editing the music video I was making for him. I put in lots of diamonds and a lion for good measure. Sam yawned as she watched me. "Why are you making a music video for that jerk?"
"To make Carly happy."
"Dude." said Sam. "Just because you have a crush on her doesn't mean you have to do her every whim."
"She's right!" exclaimed Wade right behind me. "You should be doing MY every whim. Which includes making my music video. Now get me some yogg-urt."
I don't know what part of Europe that man is from, but no one should ever pronounce yogurt that way.
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After the web show where we showed the REAL Wade Collins, I felt such a relief. And the video was really funny, too. Sam, Carly and spencer helped me edit it. It was hard to stop from laughing. So after the show, I talked to Sam outside the studio, after Carly had went downstairs.
"So, did you think about what I told you?" she said.
"What do you mean?"
"You shouldn't feel like you always have to do what Carly says."
"Yeah I guess.."
"And?"
"You're right."
"Really?" she sounded surprised.
"Well I was kind of thinking about that before you mentioned it."
She nodded.
"She does sort of expect me to do whatever she asks… sometimes. And I don't always have to do what she says. Even if she says, 'please, for me'."
"Oh." said Sam sort of quietly.
"Are you so surprised?"
"I don't know…I thought you'd be mad at me for even talking about it, I don't know."
We stood there in silence for a second.
"Let's go downstairs." suggested Sam.