Holy crab! I can't believe it. I woke up the morning after putting this story up and had five reviews! Jesus Christ, man! (Sorry for using the Messiah's name in vain, yes I am a Christian but I couldn't help but say it this one time...if that makes sense!) Anyway, the vet is out of town, so I can't tell you Com is better. I can't believe they do that kind of thing! What do they think they are, people? :P Have fun while you're in DisneyLand and my cat is suffering, asshole! (Sorry, I don't typically use language, but I'm just really angry.) Here's chapter two, hopefully the header will be centered this time!

-Chapter Two-
Longing

Freddie walked in the door, dropped his backpack, and went to his laptop to look at the comments on iCarly. Many of them were hatemail from the last webcast, which he had to admit wasn't so great.

Girlygurll1840: OmG i hate icarly now! it SUCKS!

sk8rboi12345: wtf? what was up with that webcast?

..xChristina: uh...no comentt? come on, carly, get good agin! i hatd that webcast! it was teribul!.

Freddie couldn't help but think ..xChristina had to learn to spell and have proper grammar.

He sighed, shutting down his computer. iCarly was getting worse and worse as time went on, and he had even pitched the idea of scrapping iCarly. However, Carly and Sam had vehemently shot that idea down. They loved doing the show, even if they weren't getting so many views as they had in prior years. But he had to admit, they were sixteen now; wasn't it about time they called it quits?

His mother walked into the sitting room. Upon seeing Freddie's laptop, she said, "Freddie, have..."

"Yes, Mom, I've done my homework," Freddie said.

She opened her to mouth to speak again but Freddie cut her off.

"Yes, Mom, I took the garbage out this morning, my room is clean, and I took a tick bath last night."

She nodded and turned to go finish the laundry but then realized something: how did Freddie know she was going to ask about his chores? It was pretty random that she asked, and Freddie had his back to her; he couldn't have known she was going to talk.

"Freddie, how did you know I was going to ask that?"

"You said it, didn't you?"

"Freddie, I didn't say a word."

He turned. "What?"

"I didn't say anything, Freddie."

"But I clearly heard you say, I wonder if Freddie's done his chores. I heard you."

"But I thought that, I didn't say it."

"..."

"I'll just be leaving then...."

Freddie sat on the couch, bewildered. He clearly heard his mother say that she was curious where Freddie's chores were concerned, but she claimed she thought it, not said it. Then why did he hear it so clearly?

His phone rang. Without looking at the Caller I.D., he knew it was Sam.

"What do you want, Puckett?"

Sam hesitated. Freddie never checked the Caller I.D. Never. "How did you know it was me, Freddork?"

"What?"

"You never check the Caller I.D."

"Never mind that. What do you want, Sam?"

"Carly's in the hospital from the accident this afternoon."

"I know."

"You know?"

"I saw the ambulance when I left."

"Yeah, but...Freduardo?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"Carly said...some things..."

"Did she, now?" Freddie said with mock interest. "Fascinating!" he added sarcastically.

"She said that you shoved her out of the way long before the bus was even there, almost as if you knew it was going to happen. How is that possible?"

"I saw the bus," he lied.

"No, you didn't. The bus was barely coming down the street as you shoved her out of the way. You were really far away when you started to run to her. If anyone, Carly would have seen the bus long before you, but she didn't, so how could you have seen it?"

"I...I don't know, Sam. I just don't know." He sighed. "Listen, I've got to go, okay? I've got to, um...read Annabel Lee for L.A.!"

"Okay...bye, Fredweird."

"Bye, Puckett."

He hung up. Was this a coincidence? First the bus thing, then the guessing what his mom was going to say, and now, he knew Sam was on the phone before he picked it up...and without checking the Caller I.D. He shook the thought from his mind.

He went to his binder and pulled out the sheet of paper labelled Benson, Fredward - Annabel Lee. He walked back to the couch, clutching the gentle sheet of paper tightly in his hand. He dropped to the couch, looking at his poem for the first time.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That there was a maiden whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

There was more but he slammed the paper down. There was no way he could concentrate with all of the thoughts in his head, most of which weren't his own.

I wonder where I can get a good burger...? Sam thought.

Get out of my lobby! 'screamed' Lewbert.

I wonder if Freddie shampooed his hair twice last night? was all his mother had to say.

He clutched his head in agonizing pain, screaming. His head, it hurt so bad...! Why was he hearing other people's thoughts? He fell to the floor, rubbing his temples in pain. He screamed once more before bringing himself up. Suddenly, he crumpled back to the ground once more. He sat up and grabbed his wallet. He was getting out of the house, no doubt about it. He would go to Starbucks coffee. Yes, that was the plan....

He went to the elevator, his wallet in his pocket, Annabel Lee in his hand. He fully intended on reading the entire thing that night at Skybucks. He sighed, hearing more and more people's thoughts as he went down. Finally in the lobby, he emerged from the elevator, picked up his mail from Lewbert, and hailed a cab outside.

Crappy ending? Yeah, I'm sorry...not in the mood right now. See ya all later.