Hello everyone! Second chapter is up! Yay! Also, I am so sorry about my mistake of mixing up French and Italian. I don't know why, but I always mix those up! Thanks to all who corrected me, reviewed, and I am really sorry about that! I edited it, so it mentions Italian in this chapter, instead of having it mention French, so, yeah! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I will never own iCarly :(.
Sam's POV
"Freddie, I need to ask you a favor." I stated, trying to push the words out although the words wanted to stay inside my mouth.
"OK…what is it?" He questioned. I was about to rush inside the Shay's apartment. I REALLY did not want to ask for the dork's help.
"Um, well," I started, "I need you to come to Rome with me."
"Wait," He paused, "You NEED me to come? To Rome?"
"Yes," I groaned.
"Why?" He questioned, clearly puzzled.
"Because," I said, "I need someone to go with me in order to go at all."
"OK," He stated. "When?"
I'm not going to lie, it surprised me that he wasn't saying stuff like, 'Oh, I'll help you if you do this, or if you do that'. That was kind of…I don't know…
Sweet.
"Well, tomorrow. Carly wants us to meet at her place before we go. She's leaving to go see her Grandma Anne, so she wanted all of us to say good-bye together. Is that cool?" I responded.
"Cool," He said. "I'll be there." As he was walking back inside I grabbed him by the arm, which made him turn to face me.
"Wha?" He asked, as he was being whirled around.
I stated, "I just want to know why you don't want to get payback. Let's face it, I've done so many mean things to you."
He was silent for a moment.
"Because you're my friend," He said as he walked inside and shut the door.
I thought about this for a second. Friend? I thought. We're friends? After momentary thinking, I thought perhaps we were, even if I do mindless pranks on the kid. I walked back into Carly's apartment and sat on their couch once again.
THE NEXT DAY
I knocked on Carly's door. "Coming!" She exclaimed. A few moments later, she opened the door. "Oh, hey, Sam," She greeted.
"Hey," I replied, "So where is the nub?"
"His mom is making sure he'll be safe, has everything, and has everything safe." Carly said, chuckling. I joined her and chuckled too.
"So, you guys buy a cake?"
"Yeah, this morning," She stated, "Even though it says GET WELL SOON. That was the only kind they had." Then, Spencer came rushing into the room, just like yesterday.
"You guys ready to say goodbye?"
"Yeah, we just gotta wait for Freddie," She answered. Then, the door flew open.
"Hola!" He exclaimed as he walked in the room. "I'm ready to go to Rome!"
"Yeah, well stop with the Spanish and start with the Italian!" I shouted back at him. He just rolled his eyes. That was my favorite expression from Freddie.
"OK, Sam, Freddie, we gotta go." Spencer said.
Carly, Me, and Freddie wrapped into a big hug.
"OK," Freddie and I replied, "Bye, guys."
"Be nice you two," Carly scolded as they walked out. "And have fun on your trip!"
"Whatever." We stated in unison. The door shut.
"OK, Fredwad," I said, "Let's get into the psychopath's car."
"By the psychopath you mean Mom."
"No, I meant what I said." I smiled at him as we walked out. We slightly chuckled.
ON OUR WAY TO ROME
That lady-thing should've started driving faster. She was 10 miles under the limit! The cops had already pulled us over for driving too slow! Usually the cops pull me and MY mom over for going too fast.
When we arrived, Freddie mumbled, as the psychopath kept kissing his cheeks, "OK, bye Mom, I gotta go."
"Well, goodbye, Freddie." The psychopath stated as she took off. "Be careful!"
"How do you live with that?" I questioned, "I mean, she lectured you the whole car ride!"
"I know," He mumbled. "And she gave me that tick bath soap except in travel size."
I stared at him like he was nuts.
We walked into the airport, and did that check thing, you know, where your bags get checked for "harmless weapons" and you get checked to see if you have "harmless weapons" (and I didn't get caught! Huh? You don't need to know what I had!). We waited a long wait. We talked a lot, but it was mostly about how nervous we were. I mean, we've both never been on planes alone. Well, I haven't been on a plane at all, and Freddie's mom is, well, Freddie's mom, so it seemed pretty scary.
Plus…I was scared of heights.
When a lady on a speaker said, "C2 is now boarding," we took our place in line, but I didn't want to wait even LONGER so I just shoved all the people outta the way.
When we boarded, we were way in the back, second to the last seat on the right side.
He laid back in his chair, and I gripped Freddie's hand as we flew up into the sky. I was so scared of heights.
"What are you doing?" He questioned.
I paused. I didn't know if I could trust him with this secret.
"I'm scared of heights," I said.
"Wait," He said, "YOU'RE SCARED?"
"Yeah, Nub," I said, "I am, but if you tell anyone I'll break your neck. And you know I can." I had to admit, holding Freddie's hand made me feel…feel safer.
After a while, that lady asking you if you wanted drinks came around, and Freddie ordered me a drink.
"You don't have to order me a drink."
"It's OK," He stated, as he grabbed some money from his pocket, "I'm not thirsty, and my mom gave me enough money to stay there through college."
That's very sweet of you, ordering your girlfriend something to drink, and all." That lady-girl stated, completely oblivious to the truth.
"Woah, Lady!" I exclaimed, caught off guard, "We're not boyfriend, girlfriend!"
"Then why are you holding on to his hand?"
"Because I'm scared of heights," I said, annoyed, "Anything else you'd like to know about us? We're just friends, OK Lady! Now go away!" She walked away. I looked back on what I said. We're just friends…huh, I guess we were.
Me and Freddie talked the whole way, except for sleeping now and then. I woke up on his shoulder once, and immediately moved my face. Good thing he was asleep too! But anyways, it was nice to talk to him, because some things he understood, like our missing dads, and our crazy moms. It was…nice. I was surprised when a man's voice came over the speaker and stated, "OK we are landing." I couldn't believe it had been so long, and by Freddie's expression, I guess he hadn't realized it had been so long either. As soon as we landed, I took my hand off of his.
"Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"I guess we are friends." We smiled at each other as we grabbed our stuff and walked off the plane.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it! REVIEW! Hurry! Down there! It may fly away, so do it while you can!
~zazeendot
