Hey, I hope you like this chappie, because it miht be few days before you see the next one. Well, there's a little bit of bad language inside, but nothing too bad. Oh yeah, if you're wondering, I kind of made Freddie a bit more Carly-centered because I was just trying to describe that Freddie still as feeling for Carly. This is supposed to be set when they are sixteen years old, but Freddie still is in love with Carly. *sighs* Thanks to all my reviewers out there!


I got ready for school quickly and quietly, ignoring the garbled shouts my mother made at me as I left the house. I didn't even say goodbye to her as I walked out the front door and slammed it as loudly as possible. I'd probably pay for it later today, but I didn't care. My stomach was already red and ugly. I didn't care about what she did to me at this point.

The walk to school was always about thirty minutes, considering the fact that I lived in a busy area with tons of cars. If I took a taxi to school, I'd get there in less than fifteen minutes. I looked inside my pocket for some cash. They were empty, of course. Unlike Carly and Freddie, I didn't get an allowance. Spencer may have gotten a cheesy phone for me, but I didn't get the twenty dollar bills he paid out to Carly every month. I didn't care really. It was just annoying, not having any money. I saw a taxi and started to wave down. Who cared about paying the dough? Maybe I could just run out of the cab and forget about paying him at all.

With that plan in mind, I hopped in the cab. "What up, Taxi Man?" I asked.

The cabbie gave me a dull look. "Where to, little kid?" he said in a heavy New York accent.

I was most certainly not a little kid. I was sixteen years old, dammit! I told him how to get to my school and he followed my directions. As soon as the car started moving, I looked down at my feet and tapped them nervously. I heard the cab driver grunt and I looked up quickly. He had pulled up against the side of the road and looked at me expectantly. I checked to see if we were at my school yet, but we weren't.

"What's with the chizz, dude? I gotta get to school."

"You need to have a seatbelt on, or I can't drive you anywhere else."

My jaw dropped. No one had ever asked me to put a seatbelt on before. I never felt the need to. My mom never told me to put on a seatbelt, so I never cared about it. In fact, I remembered telling Fredward that seatbelts were for wimps.

"Benson, only nubs wear seatbelts. Did your mommy want you to wear one?"

Freddie gave rolled his eyes at me. "Fine, Puckett, if you want to come to your mommy in little bits and pieces, be my guest."

I growled at him. "Never-say-anything-about-my-mother-Benson," I mumbled furiously. Freddie noticed my clenched fists.

"I didn't know you loved her so much," Freddie laughed. "I guess I know your weakness now."

I hated my mother. What was this fool thinking? "I have no weaknesses," I spat. Carly and Spencer walked towards us and we all got inside the car.

"WHO'S READY TO GO TO WISPY WONDERLAND?" Spencer yelled.

Freddie and I didn't speak to each other for the rest of the drive.

I rolled my eyes at the cabbie, but I did what he told me and put on my seatbelt. It was uncomfortable and tight, just as I had predicted. If I ever met the person who invented these things, I would sock them in the stomach. As soon as the cab started driving again, I kept having flashbacks of moments with Freddie and me.

We were doing another iCarly Halloween special. I didn't dress up, but Carly was in a revealing devil/angel dress. She had dubbed it, "Double Trouble" because of the fact that the costume had two sides to it, one side that was all red, and one that was all white. I thought costumes were for babies and had decided not to wear a costume, much to Carly's dismay.

"And now, we're going to do a segment called, 'Greatest Fears'!" Carly announced in what she thought was a creepy voice. I chuckled under my breath and got ready to do my part.

"In this part of the show, we're going to show interviews of people's biggest fears! Spooky, isn't it?"

Carly started hopping around in her freaky little costume. "First we did interviews with ourselves! Ooh, scary!"

I took out a crumpled paper ball that used to be my unfinished math homework and threw it at Freddie. He let out an annoyed noise and I said, "Well, go ahead and do your tech stuff, geek boy."

"Going to the interview clips," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and play the clips!"

Carly put her hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Sam. We've got an audience watching here. Oh, look, the clips are on!"

It was Carly's interview first. She sat on the car hood with a smile on her face. "My biggest fears have got to be, clowns, scary spiders, getting buried alive, breaking my nails, the color black, people who are scary, getting a bad hair day, and spitting in guys faces' when they ask me to the dance!"

I had to fight the overwhelming urge to strangle her again.

The next scene showed me sitting on Spencer's couch while I drank a can of Peppy Cola and ate ham. I let out a loud belch, and muttered, "I don't fear anything." Well, that wasn't one-hundred percent true. I was scared of my mother, for instance, but I would never say that aloud.

I saw the camera shake for a bit. "You have to be scared of something," Benson insisted. What a nub.

"I'm scared of you not shutting your mouth, that's what I'm scared of, you little turd!" I launched from the couch and tackled him. The camera went off.

The final scene showed Freddie holding an ice patch to a badly bruised eye. "I know what I'm scared of," he said in a loud voice. "Samantha Puckett, also known as the blonde-headed demon." I heard an angry shout and saw Freddie running away from a furious me, who had both her fists raised.

"Well, those are the staff interviews," Carly said. She looked back at the T.V. screen, which showed me pounding Freddie into a jelly. "Turn it off," she pleaded.

It just showed that I did have fears and that maybe I was a wimpy coward. I felt the cab come to a slow stop.

"We're here," the driver said. Oh, crap. I still didn't have the money to pay him with. He held his palm out, waiting for his money.

I shook my head numbly. "Can you give me a minute?" I asked weakly, forgetting about my plans to escape the taxi cab. The driver suddenly activated all the locks, preventing me from escaping. I started screaming at the top of my lungs. "Hey, wait, a second, he can pay you!" I pointed at Freddie as he was about to get into the school. "Please let me grab him," I begged.

The cab driver nodded and unlocked the doors. "Go ahead, but if you don't come back with the money, I'll call the cops on you."

I jumped out of the cab and literally used all of my energy to run to Freddie. He saw the fear in my eyes and his eyes widened. Then he shook his head and glared at me. I wished he didn't. "What now, Sam? Are you going to beat me up for calling you yesterday? I told you already, it was an accident. I don't know what came over me."

"No, no," I whispered rapidly. "I need at least twenty dollars to pay for my ride in cab."

Freddie swore loudly. I was surprised. The kid never swore. "Damn, Puckett, don't you have any money?"

I searched into his eyes, looking for any compassion in his eyes. "No, not really," I finally admitted.

Freddie rolled his eyes and threw a twenty dollar bill in my palm. "There you go."

I smiled at him, but he didn't return it. I started running towards the taxi cab. "Alright, Freddie, I owe you one!"

"Well then, let's see you pay it off!" he shouted loudly.

As I gave the cabbie the twenty and he gave me five dollars change, I decided that I would pay Freddie back. I'd just have to make a trip to the Groovy Smoothie after school today.


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