I should be practicing Scrabble for my school's Sports Fest
But no I'm writing this wow
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, so put away those papers for suing. I am innoceeeent
The next day, I could tell when I opened the door that Freddie wasn't fully healed from last night. He was asleep, but he was curled up, his blankets covering him, shielding him from pain. But I could tell it wasn't working. I didn't want to bother him, so I decided to go to the Shays by myself.
I stayed up all night thinking about this. I know, I know, it isn't healthy to not get proper sleep. Parents know this better than anyone. But I couldn't help it. I tried and tried, but my mind kept drifting to Freddie, to Sam, their breakup, Freddie's safety, Freddie's happiness. I figured going to Carly would help me if I should intervene or not.
But as I got ready to go there, I started having second thoughts. Carly Shay was Freddie's best friend, as much as I hate to admit it. She didn't seem as evil as Sam, but considering their close friendship, maybe there were some things I don't know about them. Maybe she hid her true wickedness with a fake sweet personality! Maybe they planned on getting closer to Freddie and when they got close enough they would attack him and-
No. No. I shouldn't think like this. Carly was trustworthy. She would know what to do.
I rapped on the door quickly. Immediately the door opened. "Sam, hey, you're early today," Carly began, but quickly recoiled when she saw me. "Mrs. Benson?" She frowned. "What are you doing here? Did something happen?"
"I need to speak with you," I said. She seemed to sense my urgency, and quickly let me in. "I may need to speak with your brother as well. Where is he?"
"Oh, Spencer's asleep," Carly said, hurrying to the kitchen while I sat down their couch. (Honestly, how can these two live in such a messy apartment? And- oh heavens, is that leftover mac 'n' cheese near that sculpture? They could attract horrible pests in here, goodness) She quickly poured two glasses of lemonade. She walked back to the living room and gave me one of the glasses. I nodded in thanks. "He stayed up all night working on that sculpture. Why do you need us?"
"It's about Freddie," I began. "Did you know he and the de- er, Sam, broke up last night?"
Carly nodded sadly. "Sam texted me about it this morning. And by this morning, I mean last night at 3 AM. She's probably really upset right now…"
I ignored the lump in my throat that formed. I took a sip of lemonade, hoping the lump would go away. "I need your help with something. You see, Freddie went home around midnight, crying. He told me it was because of his break up with Sam. But the problem is, er…" I didn't have the heart to tell Carly to her face that Sam was a horrible influence on my son. It may be a fact, but they were still best friends. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"It's okay," Carly said, smiling slightly. "I know what you're trying to say. Freddie has been so happy the last few weeks while he was with Sam. I haven't seen him since yesterday, but I'm sure he's just as broken as Sam is. You care about his happiness, as a mother." I nodded. "But you care about his safety as well. And, well, I know first-hand that Sam is kind of… dangerous to be with."
I nodded again. "I'm not trying to offend you or Sam," I said, "but, well, she's been arrested more than twice… her grades aren't the best… and goodness, she doesn't even wash her hands before eating with her fingers!"
Carly couldn't help but laugh at what I said. "You're right. I know. Sam's kind of… hard to deal with. But did you know she acted much better than she usually does while she was with Freddie?"
"What?"
"Oh, she was still acting like herself, but she definitely mellowed out. She didn't punch people in the face like she usually did, and she did try to do her homework twice." She grinned proudly. "In fact, with my help, she managed to get a B- in one of our tests!"
Ouch. That's much lower than I would expect of my children to get. I'm kind of scared to find out what grades she usually gets… "So what you're trying to say is, Freddie-bear's been a good influence on her?"
Carly nodded. "Yes, exactly."
"Well, that's nice, but her influence on him?"
She paused to think. "… Hm. Actually, I haven't seen anything drastic change with Freddie while he was dating her-"
Ha! I knew it! So maybe I shouldn't-
"But, well, like I said, he hasn't been that happy for a long time now. And as a result he keeps doing better with everything he does. Doesn't that count as influence?"
Never mind.
What was the point of coming here? All Carly is doing is making my decision harder to make. "So, what should I do?" I asked. "Should I care about Freddie's happiness or his future? Because instead of happiness, he might start acting like Sam, and then he'll meet other horrible people, and then he'll start to imitate them, and then-"
"Mrs. Benson, slow down," Carly interrupted me (which normally I wouldn't forgive so easily but considering I have more important things I have to attend to I'll have to let it go). "… Do you really want my opinion on this?"
"Yes. I know Freddie better than anyone, but you know Sam. Just help me decide what I should do."
She stayed silent for a minute. "I think Sam and Freddie should go back together."
"Absolutely not."
She knitted her eyebrows. "Then what was the point of asking me in the first place?"
"It's just…" I took another sip of the lemonade. Carly followed suit. "Are you sure they should be together again? What if it's actually a good thing? Sure, they may be sad now, but maybe they can overcome it sooner or later…"
"Well, to be honest Mrs. B, it's really your decision," Carly drank the rest of her lemonade and set the glass down on the table. "I don't want to meddle with them right now- I've done enough meddling to last a while. But if you decide to help them, well, I'll be here to help."
"Thank you, I appreciate your offer," I sighed and slowly sipped the rest of my lemonade. "I suppose I'll have to think about this further. Thank you for the talk, Carly."
"Hey, it's no problem," She stood up and grinned at me as she took the empty glass away from my hands and picking up the other glass on the table. "I'll help anyone who wants to help out my best friends." She her smile faltered a bit, but it stayed intact. "… I hope you make the right decision, Mrs. Benson whichever it is."
I entered my apartment and was immediately greeted with a small weeping noise. I quietly tiptoed to Freddie's room, where the door was half-open. I peeked a bit, and there my baby was, on the same curled up position he was in when I left, except now there weren't any blankets to cover his face, streaked with tears. I didn't need to ask to know why he was crying.
As much as I wanted to go in there to comfort him, I knew he wanted space, so I slipped to my room as quietly as I could.
He was so broken… I didn't do a thing, but this was eating me with guilt. Should I? Should I not? What do I do?
Maybe, instead of getting them back together as a couple, I should try to make them go back to being friends, without any awkwardness to leave any gaps in their relationship. Hopefully Freddie would be back to normal, or at least happier than he is right now.
I'll try to bring Sam back into my son's life, if this first plan succeeds. If it doesn't… it's not worth it.
Let it be worth it…
Ugh help I'm not satisfied
This is more of a filler chapter to be honest? Idk I always wanted Mrs B and Carly to have a civil conversation
On another note, I'll be participating in NaNoWriMo this November! I can totally reach 50,000 words in 30 days pff no problem yo
Ugh what have I done to myself
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