After the plane ride, Freddie couldn't help but feel jet-lagged. Once he got to the motel, he pretty much crashed for a couple hours. Then he woke up, unpacked his things, and put on some nice clothes - a long sleeve blue button up shirt and pair of dark blue Levi's. He intended to get a job, but first he had to get some food and caffeine in him. He got to the mall and bought a Bang energy drink, cotton candy flavored. Once he finished it, he then went over to the Burger McFlipster's, as he noticed a "Help Wanted" sign. He walked over to the counter. He saw a guy around his age working there. He had a crazy afro, which made him resemble Corbin Bleu. His nametag read "Wyatt". "Hi." He said. "Hi, I saw a help wanted sign on the door, could I get an application?" Freddie asked. "Sure. Let me grab my boss." Wyatt said. Then a man came out. He was middle aged and skinny, with short light brown hair that was receding a bit. "Hi, I'm Tim. I'm the manager." he said. He had a very monotone voice. "Fredward Benson, you can call me Freddie." Freddie shook his head. "So Freddie, what do you have to offer us here at Burger McFlipster's?" Tim asked. "Well, I'm polite, good with people, and I get good grades." He said. "Impressive. How old are you?" Tim asked. "Fifteen." Freddie said. "Sorry, we only hire sixteen and up." Tim said. "But I'll be sixteen in three months." Freddie said. "Sorry, young man. You're gonna have to apply when you're legally able to." Tim said. Freddie sighed. He went over to the Wendy's that opened at the mall. He didn't much care for Burger McFlipster's food anyway. He stood in line, waiting to order. He zoned out, as he'd had time to think. He'd been dodging Carly and Sam's calls and texts as well as his mother's, which got angrier and meaner (though Sam's texts were like that no matter what he did). He'd had it with them. Sam physically and verbally abused him constantly, and Carly was a lot nicer to him than Sam was, but that really wasn't saying much; she constantly used the fact that he had a crush on her to get him to do things she wanted him to do knowing full well he didn't want to do them. Not to mention, she just wasn't interested; she'd made that pretty clear yesterday when she and Sam were talking negatively about him when (they thought) he wasn't within earshot. And his mother was a whole 'nother issue entirely. She treated him like a baby, even in public, which at one point caused him to lash out and move into another apartment (albeit a very run down apartment near the elevator shaft with no toilet which Lewbert charged him $100 a month for), and she begged him to come back within a day, though he set some ground rules for how she treated him and she obliged, only for about a week, then everything went back to the way it used to be like clockwork. He didn't really get treated with much respect in general (Spencer being an exception), so what was the point in staying there? He didn't get it; he was nice to everyone, why couldn't anyone be nice to him in return? He didn't even like doing the webshow anymore (both because of how he was treated but also because that kind of stuff was only funny to a young kid, which he was when he started filming it; now that he was older, those kinds of skits were stupid and annoying, just like you'd think it would be to pretty much any kid his age, but he seemed to be alone, as everyone else at the school ate it up). Plus, the webshow made Carly and Sam internet famous; nobody cared about him, because he was behind the camera most of the time. Most of his life he was disregarded and ignored, but with the webshow, he was still disregarded and ignored, but worse because he did most of the work to make iCarly what it is and nobody, not even Carly and Sam, seemed to get that. He was done. Maybe now he'd find new friends and a new life where people actually care about Freddie Benson. He saw a guy working at Wendy's. He was around sixteen or seventeen, Latino, tall and handsome with short, purposefully messed up black hair and brown eyes. He had on a beaded necklace. His nametag read "Jonesy". "Hi, welcome to Wendy's, what would you like?" He asked. "Oh, uh, I'll take a ten piece nugget and a large fry." Freddie said. "Any dipping sauce?" Jonesy asked. "Ketchup, I guess." Freddie replied. "Alright, your order will be out soon." Jonesy said. Freddie paid for the meal and Jonesy handed him a reciept, which had the number "78" on it. Another customer came up to the desk to complain. "You gave me Coke, when I asked for Pepsi! What's wrong with you?" The customer yelled. "Dude, are you brain damaged or something? Wendy's only has Coke products!" Jonesy yelled back. A man with brown hair and a moustache cleared his throat. "Jonesy?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fired, whatever." Jonesy sighed. From the way he sounded, it must have happened to him a lot. Freddie just waited for his food and tried to mind his own buisness. "Seventy eight?" The man announced. Freddie came up and grabbed his order. "Thanks." He said. "No problem." The man replied. And so, Freddie took his seat and began to eat his lunch