Chapter 4: First Real Day

It was Sunday, and I'd moved in with Freddie and his mom on Saturday. I still couldn't get over that I lived with them. I know, you're probably sick of me being in shock, but I am. It's crazy.

I got up in the morning, and when I opened my eyes I saw Freddie in a blue tee shirt and plaid pajama pants looking through drawers for clothes. I smiled. More than anything, living with Freddie was going to be cool. I don't know, I just found it cool that we were going to actually live together.

I don't hate Freddie. He's a dork, yeah, but he's okay. He's actually nice, I guess, and he can be funny sometimes. And besides, if he wasn't a dork, then iCarly wouldn't exist.

iCarly. I wondered if we could continue doing iCarly, now that Carly's dad was home. I wondered why he was home, and why God had to make him come home right when I needed to move in.

Then, I glanced at Freddie and smiled. God did this because he wanted me to move in with Freddie for some reason. And I wasn't going to complain.

Freddie turned around from the drawers. "Oh, did I wake you?" he asked. "Sorry, I was trying to be quiet."

Stretching, I said, "It's fine."

Freddie just smiled and then turned back to his drawers. He had two sets of drawers in his room, and I got to use the other one for my clothes.

It was morning, and we always think different in the morning. By we, I mean everybody. Like, in the night we might be crying hysterically about something, but then when you wake up in the morning it's really not a big deal.

Why'd I bring that up, you ask? I don't know. I guess because last night I just couldn't believe that they let me move in with them. Now, in the morning, I was just so happy and excited.

So walking over to Freddie, I had a smile on my face. I loved that I was going to live here. I went to my drawer, which was right next to Freddie's. I looked up at him. "Freddie," I said, and he turned to me. "Do I really live here?"

Freddie laughed. "Yes Sam, you really live here."

"But, why?" I asked, completely serious.

"Sam, we talked about this last night," Freddie told me.

"Well I don't remember anything from last night," I explained. "I just remember being happy."

Freddie grinned. "You were happy, huh?"

I shrugged casually, but then I smiled when I looked at his face. "I'm still happy."

"Yeah?" he asked. "Well, me too."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Really?"

"Yes, Sam," he laughed. "We talked about this!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I said, but I still had a smile.

We each got dressed in his bathroom… our bathroom. We then walked into the kitchen, where Freddie's mom… or as she wanted me to call her, Marissa, had a huge smile.

"Uh, what's that smell?" I asked, smelling something disgusting.

"It's my breakfast asparagus surprise!" Marissa exclaimed.

I eyed Freddie, who was next to me. Our arms were almost touching. Freddie eyed me back. We both had the same look, but Freddie seemed to not be surprised about this meal.

"Dig in!" Marissa exclaimed as she put the plates on the table. I looked at the meal she was giving us. They looked like green pancakes. I looked back at Freddie again and narrowed my eyebrows. I would be laughing and insulting her now, but I had to be nice. I needed her to think that it was a good idea to have me move in.

Freddie seemed to slightly roll his eyes at his mom as we both sat down. I played with the pancake thing with my fork.

Suddenly, I heard a phone ring. "Oh! I'll be right back!" Marissa exclaimed as she walked towards her bedroom.

I looked at Freddie. "She's… enthusiastic," I said slowly.

Freddie nodded. He whispered, "Okay. This is what we're going to do. Rip up your pancake, and then throw most of it out of the window. It'll look like we ate them."

"You've done this before?" I laughed.

Freddie chuckled and nodded.

"Why can't we just throw it out in the garbage?" I asked softly.

Freddie shook his head. "My mom looks through the trash to see if there's anything 'suspicious' there," he explained.

"Ew! What the heck?" I laughed.

Freddie smiled and shrugged. He was so used to it.

I did as he said with my pancakes, as he did the same. We laughed as we did so.

"I'm still hungry," I complained.

"Don't worry," Freddie said. "She'll be on the phone for a while. We can grab some good food and eat in my room… our room."

Our room. I smiled at that. And then I said, "No offense, but I'm surprised that your mom lets you eat in your room."

"None taken, and she doesn't," Freddie chuckled.

I laughed. We grabbed some sugary cereal and poured it in two bowls and decided to just eat them dry. We went into OUR room and ate for a while, while talking.

When we were done, I asked in a bored way, "Now what?"

"I don't know," Freddie shrugged. "We can watch TV or something, I guess."

He turned on the TV and we found a good channel. As we watched, I looked at Freddie. This is the longest I've gone being with him and not insulting him. And there was a reason for that. I really just didn't want to. I didn't want to see Freddie sad and hurt because of something I said. I really just wanted to see his smile and hear his laugh.

I didn't know why I suddenly felt this way. I mean… it's probably because we were bonding or something and becoming close friends. Yeah, that's probably why… right?

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