Authors Note: Hey guys, I'll be upfront when I say I dont know how long this will be. Was inspired by stories like 'when something better comes along.' And 'freddie goes to Hollywood.'

This is a Teddie story through and through. It will start very similarly to 'when something better comes along,' so don't come at me with all that stealing crap. I enjoyed the whole story but want to take the teddie idea and do my own thing with it.

This is my first time writing on a public forum but I really like the topic as well as the characters in it.

Freddie will be a bit older than the icarly gang. His mother didn't want him to go to school to early and get hurt so she held him back. This is to coincide with Tori's age. As I believe she was a year or two older than them in the show.

Anyway, enough housekeeping. I Really any feedback as long as it's respectful and constructive. Don't just tell me you don't like something. Tell me why and how you would've done it. If you can't do that I don't feel you have the right to comment negative things on someones work.

Enjoy the chapter:

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Freddie Pov

Last night was a blur to me. Graduating college and becoming an adult.

What did stick out however is my surroundings. Let me give you a bit of a backstory. I've been crashing on different friends couches for most of my teenage life. I had the cliché situation of growing up with a dead mom and an angry, drunken dad with nobody to take it out on but me.

That'd been the reason I got into Mixed Martial Arts so quickly after getting out of his house at 13. I needed to be confident again. To feel comfortable.

Over the years to about 19 I thought I'd moved past my experiences. Until I got into a fight with someone not named my dad for the first time.

While in reality it was another 18 year old kid who liked the same girl as me, in my mind it was my dad. The guy who kicked me while I was on the floor. The one who punched me in the stomach and chest so as to keep it hidden from being overtly visible to someome who'd want to call CPS.

That all came together to create a perfect storm. I lost it...

The kid is still in a coma from what I heard last time. My lawyer went with the trauma based reaction that seemed to pacify the jury's rightful disdain toward me. It also helped that because of my home situation, or lack of one, I wasn't incredibly healthy. The other kid, however, had been a varsity athlete. Someone with college prospects.

Prospects that I ended the night he came to fight me. While I was sorry about the length I went to during the fight, I don't feel sorry for defending myself against someone I deemed a bully and threat.

I'd eventually moved on and out of the city that happened in. Afterall, highschool sports can get a rather cult fanbase. Especially in my small texas town.

So I vanished one night. Like a puff of smoke, here one second and gone with the wind the next.

I'm broken from my musings by a knock on the door and a women I recognized popped her head into the room. "Hello sweetie. Breakfast is ready. Try not to laze about all day in the house. Its summer. Go and make friends. Ones that aren't carly and sam." She said before leaving without giving me a chance to speak.

That was typical of her character I suppose. And I do say 'character' truthfully. Because the women who just walked out of my room was... Melissa Benson.

I shot up out of the bed I was resting in and run to the bathroom. I flick the light on and my worst fears are confirmed... somehow... someway... looking back at me is the face of one of my favorite characters on tv as a kid. Freddie Benson.

"What the fuck!?!" I yell into the ether before the world again turns dark.

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A few hours later

Coming to this time is almost as disorienting as the last. But that was before I realized I'd taked over one of the most sympathetic characters in kids tv show history.

Freddie Benson. 'The nerd. The hang around. The nub.' I thought, the names coming easy as well as memories I don't remember of various people, mainly a certain blonde haired mental patient named Sam Puckett.

The name alone sent feelings of revulsion down my spine. I never understood why Freddie went along with dating her. 'Wait! Dating her.' I think to myself as images of the lock-in and Sam kissing me.

I remember this happening in the show. Sam thought herself crazy for liking Freddie-- who I'm glad had started the workouts that would make him a decently muscled dude in the future-- and then kissing him.

If I'm honest with myself, that's one of the biggest slaps in the face of Freddie throughout the series. I decide to begin preparations while I turn the shower on and begin to plan my apparently new life.

The Freddie of old may have been a love struck simp. Something that always bugged me given how many girls liked Freddie. That's okay though.

The new Freddie Benson will not be lead around by Carly Shay.

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As I'm getting dressed a frantic knock at my front door begins. A cursory glace through the peephole comfirms my suspicions. Outside the door stands Carly.

"Carly," I say to the girl the kid behind this face used to be head over heels for. I never saw the appeal. She was controlling and bratty about things that didn't go her way. Something I think I'm about to have to deal with.

"Freddie, I'm worried about Sam. She hasn't come over or answered any of my calls since the lock-in." The brunette internet starlet said.

I nod, Not wanting to go through the process of 'finding,' Sam but also ready to put my plan into action with the 5,000 Freddie has saved up. "Well yea, she kissed me that night then disappeared."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't she?" Carly asked in a bossy tone of voice that irked me to no end.

"Well I can't speak for Sam, but because it meant nothing to me." I say turning from her and beginning to do the dishes like my mom(still weird to think I have one of those now) asked of me in a note on the kitchen counter.

"What do you mean it meant nothing? Sam likes you, kisses you, vanishes into thin air and you expect me to believe you don't care?" Carly asked.

I decided to get her out of my presence as soon as possoble. I didn't want to look at this girl. Any of Freddie old resentment mixed and mingled with my own of his treatment, causing my mood.

"I'll ping her phone. Give you her location." I say heading over to Carlys apartment before siiting at the counter and thanking whatever put me here that Freddies tech knowledge stayed with me as I glided through the find my phone app.

I put on my best acting skills, "she's... in a mental hospital."

"Oh my god. We have to go get her!" Carly screams grabbing the keys to Spencer's car and runnimg towards the door only to stop short and look at me. "Come on."

"No. I have things to do." I say walking past her and toward my own apartment.

"But-" Carly began only to be cut off by me.

"But what? I have NO interest in Sam other than testifying against her in court at some point in her life. She's treated me like Garbage for YEARS.

So no, I think I'll be doing just about anything except seeing And helping Sam Puckett." I say slamming my door and only feeling more sure of my decision to leave Seattle for the summer. To just drive. I'd never seen the West coast and decided to take advantage of my newfound life to see things I'd never seen. To do things my past experiences held me back from.

With my mind made up I grabbed my backpack, the keys to My newly acquired car, and began writing a note to my new mother who I planned to love as much as possible in this life. The experience of not having one was something I'd always regret. But now, I can make up for it.

Mom,

I know this is confusing. But I have to get out of Seattle. I'll be taking a trip to see the west coast. I think it might give me the time I need to think through some things. Mainly my future. Regardless, I want you to know I love and appreciate all you do for me. Even if it can be a bit excessive.

I need this. Badly. To just be free. To be Freddie. Not your son or Carlys lapdog or Sams punching bag. No. This is for me and only me. It's long past time that I began MY life. I'll be home before Summer is over. I hope to have a bit more clarity when I do so.

Freddie.

With that done I made my way towards the parking area and got into the older model camero, started the engine and began my new life.

The new Freddie is just getting started.

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Authors Note: Hey, wanted to do a full Freddie chapter first. Next well get an all Tori chapter, though I don't think it'll be as long.

I know there are mistakes. If you wish to volunteer your services to help proofread that would be amazing.

Have a great day everyone, this won't have a schedule of any kind. I'll write when I want and gauge the feedback from there.