Hey guys! This is a special not-so-little chapter because it was co-written! This has been written by me and by my very good friend and amazing writer SeddieCookie/BrittanyTiffanatic (she has two accounts, and her amazing multi-chapter story 'iGet Fed Up' is on her BrittanyTiffanatic account!). So we wrote this chapter together! She wrote half of it and I wrote the other half! Hope you enjoy this one cause me and Brittany had loads of fun writing this together! :D We'll hopefully be writing a whole fanfiction together one day so watch out for that one! :D Thanks to seddierules2468 for this idea, it's their last idea so thank a lot for their ideas! :D
~Charlotte & Brittany~
Day 74 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Dork
Freddie POV
19th of February is a date I'll always remember. It was the day Sam had actually listened to me, but it didn't really go according to plan... Me, Carly and Sam sat in the iCarly studio, rain was pouring outside as it hit violently against the window. We had been trying to think of new ideas for the next iCarly, but we just couldn't think of anything that would interest our viewers.
"Okay... How about we do a new The Idiot Farm Girl, or Gibby's little part?" Carly asked, quite fed up.
Sam, who was lying across two beanbags groaned, "But Gibby's idea is so... Gibby."
"Yeah, but he worked hard on it, and he's really proud of it. We can't just say no to him!"
"But-" Sam began.
"What do you think Freddie? Should we do Gibby's bit?" Carly asked me, smiling brightly.
"Ugh, don't ask him! He's a dork, he doesn't know anything about fun, or interesting things."
Carly shook her head lightly and sighed, "Sam..." She was getting really annoyed with our constant arguing, so I decided not to say anything back, but Sam had been really annoying me lately but continuously calling me a dork.
"What?! It's true! Dorks never do anything fun. His mom can think of more fun stuff than he can!"
"Alright, that's it! I am so sick and tired of you calling me a dork all the time. If you cared or liked me, even a little bit you'd stop," I shouted, at the blond girl, who had slowly got off of the two beanbags she was lying across and was now standing in front of me.
"Okay! I didn't realise it upset you that much," Sam said, in defence.
"That's your problem, Sam. You don't care about other people, and how they're feeling. You just do what you like; never ever thinking of how what you say could actually offend a person. Words can hurt, you know?"
Sam stared at her feet; her voice was quiet, "I..."
"Sorry Carly," I faced Carly, who had been standing at the side watching the argument, "You'll have to decide the bit by yourself, I'm going home."
The next day, I walked into school not really bothering to search for Carly like usual as I had to go to my locker first, anyway. I threw books I needed for later lessons into my locker and slammed the door shut. I turned around, noticing Carly and Sam standing next to their lockers, and decided to make my way over to them.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Hiya," Carly replied, smiling as she shut her locker door.
"Freddie," Sam replied, not bothering to even look at me.
"What, no nickname?" I asked, shocked.
Sam turned to face me, "You told me not to."
I was surprised! Sam had actually listened to me. Never in a million years would I of thought that Sam Puckett would do what I told her to.
"So..." Carly said, "Oh, Freddie, we decided to do a new Idiot Farm Girl, so after school you wanna come over to mine and help write the script with us?"
I looked over at Sam, there was still no comment about me being a dork and not being able to be creative. Wow. "Yeah, sure," I said. Again, I looked over at Sam to see if she was going to reply with anything offensive... Nope. Still nothing!
I was positive she would say it sometime today, there's no way she'll be able to go a whole day without calling me a dork. No way!
"We should get to lesson, our new teacher is so strict, I swear she'll murder us if we're late," Carly laughed, as we began walking.
As we reached the class room, English was just starting to begin. Our new teacher, Mrs Tenderlate, made us all stand at the front of the class room.
"Now, I'll be putting you in your seats as I believe children who get to sit where they like don't listen, so they don't learn, and I'm not going to spend my time talking to brats who aren't even listening to me! Now, you sit there, you next to her, you behind them, you next to him."
As she went through the whole class, Carly was picked to sit next to Gibby, which was okay. I looked around the class, realising everyone else had already got a seat, leaving just me and Sam. "You two, sit together at the back." Mrs Tenderlate demanded.
I watched Sam as she walked slowly to the back of the class room, muttering words I can't repeat about our teacher. I followed behind her, as Mrs Tenderlate began lecturing us about using proper English. Sam slammed her bag onto the table, and threw herself into the blue chair, whereas I put my bag next to me on the floor and quietly sat down. I watched the teacher as she stared daggers at Sam for interrupting her with her bag slamming while she was talking.
About 30 minutes into the lesson, Mrs Tenderlate gave us a huge pile of work to do. Sam groaned, "Freddie, do my work!"
"Why should I?"
"Cause... You're a..." She stopped, picked up a sheet of work and threw it at my face, "Just do it!"
"I'm not gonna do your work!"
"Ugh, you're such a d- Nothing, forget it. I'll do it myself."
"Such a what?" I asked, watching Sam as she read the first part of the sheet, placed it back down on the table and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
"I said nothing."
"But that's not what you were gonna say," I pointed out.
"Why does that matter? I said nothing, so leave it," she said, looking down at her phone.
"I wanna know what you were gonna say!" I demanded.
"Forget it," Sam glared at me, leaving long pauses in between each word.
"I just wanna know what you were gonna call me." Honestly, I knew what she was going to say, but I just wanted to hear her say it. I don't know why. I just did.
"Freddie!" She raised her voice, making half the class turn to face us.
I sighed, deciding to not say anything else and just do my work. Sam gave up on her work, and began drawing on her sheets and arguing with people sitting around us. Oh the joys of having to sit next to Sam.
The lesson finished after 40 more minutes of work, and people ran out of class as quick as possible, hoping our evil teacher wouldn't give us a million pages of homework. The rest of the day went pretty quick, though I wasn't really concentrating on what was happening. I kept thinking about Sam... She had to say dork today, I just know it. She was going to say it.
After school I went over to Carly's to be greeted by Spencer, who was hanging upside down. I asked him why and he explained how he wanted to see how a bat lives. Yeah, I don't know. I worry about him sometimes, I really do. I went up to the studio, where Carly and Sam had already begun writing the script.
"What shall I put next?" Carly asked tapping her pencil on the book she was writing in. "Sam, any ideas?"
"We need more ham," Sam told Carly, as she picked up the empty plate next to her.
"Sam! The script! We need to finish it, iCarly is tomorrow!" Carly paused, "You ate our whole ham?!"
"Was that wrong? And I've got nothing," she said, referring to the script.
Carly rolled her eyes, "Freddie, what about you?"
"Urm, maybe we could have Spencer come in and..." I looked over at Sam, "Still nothing?!"
"What?" Sam asked, confused.
"Nothing..."
"Spencer come in and what?" Carly asked.
"Oh, yeah, urm... Maybe he could use that new sculpture he made and blow Sam's moustache off," I said, using the first idea that popped into my head. I honestly didn't really have anything to say about the script, I just wanted to see if Sam would say anything about being a dork.
"You want him to use that thing next to my face?! No way! That's a stupid idea!"
"It is kinda dangerous," Carly added. "Oh! I got it! I can finish the script!"
"Okay then..." I said as I checked my phone, "It's getting late; I should go home before my mom calls the cops."
"See ya," Carly laughed.
"Bye Benson."
I got into my apartment and made my way into my bedroom, chucking my bag into the corner of the room and jumping onto my bed. I didn't get it. At first, I wanted Sam to stop calling me a dork, and now I'm basically begging for her to call me dork again. Why?! Why hasn't she called me it?! The first time she actually listened to me, and I wished she hadn't. It's like I actually enjoyed being called a dork.
~As I sat on my bed I thought about different times Sam had called me a dork and I hadn't mind. One of the times was when I had suddenly burst into a long speech using a lot of techy words that I knew no one but my AV club friends would understand. I had just got a new software that I could use on the iCarly site to make it a million times better and once I had stopped talking Sam just looked at me straight in eye and said, "Wow...there was dork Freddie and now this just broke the scale of how dorky you are," but I didn't mind because I was so happy and even that comment made me laugh at the time.
I remembered another time that she had called me a dork but this one wasn't a funny time, it didn't really annoy me either. It was one of those times that I would give Sam 'the look' to show my annoyance when it didn't really bother me. It was the many times she had greeted me with "Dork," and a nod, or when she had said "Hey there, dork," and the other countless times she had said 'dork' to greet me. That made me smile as I thought about those times and I wasn't completely sure why.
Finally I remembered when she had actually praised my dorkiness. It was a time when her laptop needed fixing and she was panicking because she had no money to pay for it to get professionally fixed so I told her to bring it to me to fix it. As soon as I mended it I handed it back to her and she said "Normally I would insult your dorkiness, but it just saved my life. Thanks dork." I hadn't forgotten that time but it was the first time I really thought about the nickname that she gave me.
Nicknames were technically an affectionate term and she was the only one that gave me nicknames and she knew that. Sam would always call me different names but when I told her to stop I realised that it wasn't right for her not to give me nicknames and she was always tempted to give me a nickname throughout the day but she forced herself not to so that she could prove a point, and I saw that point now. I missed her nicknames and I missed how she called me dork even if it was a little disrespectful. My life seemed dull without her calling me at least one tiny little nickname. 'Benson' was a nickname that she had given me and she had used it earlier but it just wasn't the same as her calling me 'dork'.
I had to speak to her and tell her how much I missed being called a dork. It was probably the weirdest thing I had ever admitted and it wasn't really a normal thing someone would miss, therefore Sam would probably get a kick out of me admitting it to her, and she would most probably kick me as well, so I decided to call her instead of facing her face to face.
I picked up my phone and dialled in her number...okay, who actually dials someone's whole number? I actually went onto my contacts, selected Sam's name and put the phone to my ear. I cringed at the sound of the 'ring ring' as I thought about what I was going to say. I just had to come out and say it. The dial tone ended as she picked up the phone and I started to panic.
"What?" she asked.
"What a lovely greeting, thanks for that Sam," I said, suddenly having courage.
"Oh shut it d—dude," she mended.
That was the final straw. "Sam, I need you to call me a dork!"
"What the—" she started but I interrupted.
"It's been annoying me for so long you not calling me a dork and I need to hear you say it! Or any kind of nickname! Seriously, you need to just call me a dork or just one nickname! Anything that isn't my name!"
"Are you on some new medication I should know about, or?" she said, but I continued to ignore her.
"You shouldn't have listened to me! It's just weird and wrong you not giving me a nickname! My day has been miserable without you teasing me or making fun of me! I know I said if you cared or even liked me a little bit you'd stop calling me names, but I take that back! If you cared or liked me, even a little bit," I repeated yesterday's words, "you'd call me names!"
"Wow, Freddie Benson is begging me to call him a dork..." she was silent on the phone for a moment and said, "You're such a dork," and hung up.
I practically screamed out in joy as I heard her call me that four letter word that should really annoy me but actually made me happier than a goldfish learning how to remember things (that's never happened, but you'd understand how happy a goldfish would be if that happened). I went to sleep happy that night at the name calling, I just hoped she would keep it up.
I went to school the next day a little cautious. I wasn't sure how Sam would react face to face after me pleading over the phone to her the night before. Would she still avoid nicknames or would she give in and call me them again? I walked to my locker and threw my books in like I had yesterday and spotted my best friends at their lockers together in absent minded conversation. I walked over to them and greeted them.
"Hey guys," I said.
"Oh, hi Freddie," Carly said as she spotted me.
"Sup," Sam said. I sighed and a sad expression fell over my face. Why should a boy of my age feel like this over a girl not calling them a nickname?
I groaned out loud and Sam looked amused. She turned to Carly and made a comment that possibly could've saved my life...not really, but saved my saneness.
"I think I upset the dork," she said. My face suddenly brightened up and before I could say anything the bell went and it was another lesson with Mrs Tenderlate sitting next to Sam.
I was positively beaming through the whole day because Sam had succumbed to my begging and hadn't stopped calling me 'dork' and a variety of nicknames for most of the day. She also tried to insult me a countless number of times but when she saw that I was too happy to be bothered by them she walked away from me.
After school we all went back to Carly's apartment to get ready for the show and for the girls to learn the script for the new instalment of 'the Cowboy and the Idiot Farm Girl Who Thought the Cowboy's Moustache was a Squirrel'. Eventually the show started and the new Idiot Farm Girl was hilarious as usual and the show was successful. The show ended and I went home.
Being called dork wasn't much of a bad thing; it was just a nickname, so why did I let myself be bothered about it in the first place? From then on I let Sam call me whatever name she wanted without getting extremely mad at her for it. The names did annoy me sometimes but nothing would make me ask her to stop calling me them altogether. I was proud to be called a dork...most of the time.
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