Hay Yall! I'm FINALLY done with my mini-vacation :D Which means…ANOTHER STORY!!!!!! (release the confetti, balloons and multi-colored feathers here). But I didn't do this all my own. What Lurks Beneath gave me this idea and he asked me to write it, and we've both been throwing in ideas to the story plot for a while now, and it's ready for you! We hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own only this idea, not anything to do with iCarly. Trust me, things on the show would be different if I ran it :)
"Hey Carlotta, Fredwiener." Sam Puckett greeted as she entered the Shay apartment. Carly Shay and Freddie Benson were sitting next to each other on the couch.
"Hey Sammie." Freddie responded.
"Don't call me that Benson." Sam snapped as she slugged him in the arm. He just cringed when Sam's fist came in contact with his bicep, and then went back to his normal state as if it hadn't bothered him. Freddie was really getting on Sam's nerves today. She fed off of his pain and their fights, but today he was acting as if nothing bothered him. It was driving the blonde crazy. Why wouldn't he react?
Sam jumped next to Freddie who was in the middle of the couch, resting her feet on his lap as she laid sprawled across the sofa.
"Sam, can you get your feet off me please?" his face was solely politeness.
"Why don't you just get up!?" the Puckett roared, trying to start any form of a fight.
"Fine, I'll move." Freddie stated calmly and lifted Sam's feet off of his legs and moved to the chair near the couch.
Sam growled under her breath, hiding the true anger that wanted to show on her face. She was getting beyond irritated now. Why was he acting like this? They hadn't had one fight today. He just took in Sam's words calmly, and responded nicely. It made the blonde sick.
Sam suddenly just jumped off of the couch and started to walk to the kitchen. Maybe this would start a fight. Like he would say 'Why did you make me move if you were going to get up right away!?'. She looked at Freddie out of the corner of her eye. Nothing. He just continued to stare at the television screen, and interested look on his face.
"Hey Sam," Carly began, making the blonde pause in her tracks "Can you get me one of the Cupcake Jake cupcakes from in the kitchen while you're up?"
"Sure Carls. But only-"
"If you get one too. Of course you can." Carly cut in with a smile.
Freddie moved his gaze to Sam "Can you get me one too?"
Sam would have spit something like 'Get it yourself!" at the boy, but she had a better idea "Whatever Fredblob."
Sam went into the kitchen, and picked up one of the cupcakes from the tray on the counter. She ate it in roughly three bites. Then, she grabbed three, one more for herself, and one each for Carly and Freddie.
She walked out of the kitchen, almost eagerly, eating her second cupcake on her way, then handed Carly one of the two cupcakes left.
"Thanks Sam." Cary said and took a small bite from the mini cake in her palm.
"You got mine?" Freddie asked.
Sam's face twisted into one of her most evil smiles "Absolutely."
She strode over to the boy, and smashed the cupcake in his face, the cake crumbling while the whip cream stuck everywhere. Sam was sure she would get a reaction out of this.
But all Freddie did, was scrape a finger across his face as he collected some of the residue off his cheek, and put it in his mouth "Mmmm, just as good as always. But did they change the filling?"
Carly thought for a moment, acting as if nothing was wrong "I think they might have. It tastes…sweeter?"
Freddie nodded in agreement "Mhm, really good. Better than the old ones."
While Carly and Freddie chitchatted about the new cupcake filling, Sam just gaped at Freddie wide eyed. 'How did he not care?' Sam thought 'I would have gone haywire if anyone had done that to me'.
"Anyway, you need a towel Freddie?" Carly asked with a slight giggle.
"A towel would be nice." Freddie smirked as Sam fell down to the couch, still in slight shock. 'I mean seriously, how would that not bother him?'. This question just kept running through her mind.
Carly rose from her seat, still holding her half eaten cupcake, and went to the kitchen to grab a hand towel for Freddie. She skipped back into the living room, now grasping a light blue piece of fabric.
"Here you go." Carly smiled, handing Freddie the towel.
"Thanks. I'll be right back." the boy said as he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Carly asked.
"Oh, to the bathroom. That way I can make sure I get all of it off my face."
Carly nodded as Freddie left.
The brunette fell to Sam's side "Why do you torture him like that?"
Sam didn't answer. She was still baffled Freddie was acting the way he was.
"You really should ease up." Carly continued, trying to prolong the conversation, despite the fact Sam never answered.
Sam crossed her arms in thought at her best friends words 'Psh. Ease up. If this isn't bothering Freddie anymore, then I'm going to have to kick it up a notch. Really get him where it hurts.' Sam thought to herself, still not responding.
"Sam, are you alright? Did Gibby's underwear rip out of his pants when you gave him a wedgie again?"
This brought the blonde out of her thoughts "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. And aside form being up his butt, so is Gibby's underwear."
"Really? Because you look like you're thinking. And you don't think unless something's bugging you. What's up?"
"The sky." was suddenly heard as a now, clean faced Freddie Benson reappeared and sat back in his chair.
"God you're so stupid." Sam snapped, making attempts of all sorts as she tried to get a rise out of the tech-nerd.
"I get better grades than you." Freddie said in as a matter of fact-ly tone.
Despite how badly she didn't want to show it, Sam cracked a small smile. She was getting just what she wanted.
"Exactly. You a nerd, and that's what nerds do. I may be failing half my classes, but at least I'm not shamed with the title dork." Sam wasn't really 'kicking it up a notch', but a fight was a fight in her eyes.
"Actually, nerds rule the world." Freddie said back. He still wasn't in a fighting tone, but the 'sidekicks' were bickering, so Sam was happy. This was how she survived.
"No, geeks just tell themselves that to feel less nubbish."
"I wouldn't call myself a nub." Freddie replied. At first, annoyance was boiling at the pit of his stomache, but he pushed it down to try and maintain the battle of being nice to Sam he's been fighting all day. So he remained calm.
The two weren't really fighting, but still throwing words at one another.
"You are too a nub. That's probably why you're dad left."
The smile wiped off of Freddie's face.
"Sam." Carly cut in warningly, alarm on her face.
"Don't talk about my father." Freddie almost whispered, his eyes becoming slightly wet.
"Why? Is the nubbish baby gonna cry?" Sam mocked.
"Sam." Carly warned again.
"Don't." Freddie said sternly, a tear falling from his cheek.
"Aww. He's crying. Do you need me to go get your daddy? Oh, I can't he isn't here."
"Shut up!" Freddie yelled as he rose out of his seat.
"Easy Benson."
"No! You're dad isn't here either! You have no right to talk about my father! He's none of your business! Just SHUT UP!"
"It's America. I can talk if I want to. Geeze, no wonder your dad left. Say one thing and you explode."
"My dad didn't leave! He killed himself!"
"W-what?" Sam said, dumbfounded. Carly was speechless. Freddie had never said his dad killed himself.
"You know what?" Freddie said, anger in his voice "I'm done."
"What do you mean you're done?" Sam asked, confused by what he meant.
"I'm done. Finished with it all. I'm finished with being your friend. I'm finished with you picking on me day and night. I'm finished with iCarly. I'm just…done."
Without another word, Freddie stormed out of the Shay home.
It was silent for a few seconds before Carly turned to Sam "What did you just do?"
So dat be da first chappie! Whatcha think? I'd love to know what's going through your heads so please click on that review button and make my day :)