I came up with this little story after catching iCan't Take It last night. Why Dan? Why did you have to ruin the most beautiful and awesome thing to ever happen on iCarly, except their I love yous? WHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Sorry, excuse the overly dramatic moment. I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, Dan Schnider does. But if I could, I would get a time machine and be born as Dan Schnider and create iCarly and Seddie would've happened since iKiss! MUHAWHAWHAWHAW-*cough attack*
After Gibby sang his song for us, which was weird, Freddie, Carly, and I applauded as he made a "dramatic" exit.
"That was such a Gibby thing for him to do," I said to Carly.
"I know," she responded, giggling.
Freddie went over to his tech cart to shut off the music, lights, and camera, so we could rehearse. But, all throughout rehearsal, I couldn't help but notice how Freddie didn't seem like himself. He wasn't laughing as much as he normally did, and he had a fake smile plastered on his face.
I'm his girlfriend now. I notice this stuff, so sue me.
Throughout the entire rehearsal, I couldn't help but feel submerged in guilt that I had crushed my boyfriend's dream over something as stupid as him not knowing what time it was.
When rehearsal finished, Carly announced that she was going to take a shower and flounced out of the studio, which left Freddie and me by ourselves.
"Hey, after I finish up here, do you want to go to the Groovy Smoothie?" Freddie inquired.
How could he be so sweet? I killed his dream, yet he'll buy me food right after. I don't deserve someone as amazingly wonderful as him, and don't accuse me of gushing! Girls like Carly gush over boys. Pucketts do not!
"Uh…," I stalled, "I can't. I have to go pick up my mom's mustache bleach and give Frothy a bath," I lied.
"Alright then," he said, even more dejected now.
Now, I made him feel even worse. How can I be so cruel?
"I'll text you later?" I asked, hopefully.
"Sure," he smiled and pulled me into a hug, kissing the side of my neck.
"I somewhat love you," I said jokingly, repeating what I had admitted earlier.
He chuckled, making his chest where my head was laying rumble.
"I somewhat love you, too, Sam," he replied.
I smiled, linking my arms around his neck and kissing his lips while his hands rested on my hips.
"Bye, baby," I said, walking out the door.
"Bye," I heard him respond before I hastily sprinted down the stairs.
"Hey, Sam!" Spencer called to me. "Want some yeas-"
I slammed the door shut before he could finish his sentence.
I pulled out a bobby pin and began to pick the lock on Freddie's apartment door and slamming it open, not even caring if Crazy heard me.
I entered Freddie's room and sat down at his laptop, pulling his original application to N.E.R.D. Camp and his semester project paper on his MoodFace app, printing them off. Then, I looked on the camp website to find the address of it. The camp was in Vancouver, about three hours away from Seattle. (AN: I googled this and found that it can take approximately two and a half hours to about seven hours, waiting at the border guard thingy.)
I grabbed the papers and ran out of his apartment and out of Bushwell to the bus stop across the street.
-Three hours and seven different buses later-
I had finally arrived at the camp after sitting by a dude on the last bus who grating his arm hair…ew…for an hour. I made my way inside of the glistening silver building. I walked up to the counter where a man with big, thick-framed glasses was sitting at a computer.
"May I help you?" he asked in a drowsy, morose voice.
"Yeah, uh…who's the person in charge of accepting applications and stuff like that?" I asked, feeling quite stupid under his annoyed gaze.
He pointed over his shoulder to a huge, black door behind his desk.
I walked over to it and knocked, heard a faint "Come in," and entered the room.
A woman in her late twenties, early thirties, was sitting behind a huge, oak desk.
"Please, sit," she said in a kind voice. "How may I help you?"
"I'm here about an application," I said, getting straight to the point.
"I'm sorry, but the deadli-"
"It's about Freddie Benson's application," I interrupted.
"Oh, yes…that one. That one was obviously a joke," she sneered.
"Yes, the one you received, but here's the real one," I explained, giving her the one in my hand. "I changed his answers because I was mad at him, but I had no clue how much this really meant to him."
"Well," she said in awe, "this is quite an impressive application, but it is still far too late. There are no more available positions."
"Please, you have to! This is such a great opportunity for him, and he also does all of the amazing tech work on iCarly," I spoke frantically, trying to get her to reason.
"Yes, I'm quite familiar with the show."
"He's been our tech producer for four years since the show began, and this," I said giving her his report on MoodFace, "is his semester project for school. He and our intern Brad created a Pear app called MoodFace, which really works. I tested it, and it was one hundred percent accurate."
The lady said nothing while scanning the report.
I was digging my nails into the arms of the chair, and I could feel sweat perspiring on my forehead. I was biting my lip so hard that I could taste the bitter iron tone of my blood.
"This," began the administrator, "is excessively impressive. We would be ecstatic to have Mr. Benson as an attendee of our camp. We will give him a call. Thank you Miss…"
"My name doesn't matter, but thank you so much. He'll be so happy to hear the great news!" I thanked.
"You are a very good friend for him to have. Goodbye," she dismissed me as I left her office and headed out of the building. I made my way to the bus station to head back to Seattle.
-Back in Seattle, three hours and seven buses later, again, this time a woman was randomly smelling other people's armpits-
I arrived back at Bushwell at one AM and walked up the eight flights of stairs to get to my boyfriend's apartment.
The door, of course, was locked, so I pulled out my trusty bobby pin again and got to work. Not six seconds later, I heard a click and flung the door open, entering the Benson apartment.
As I walked into apartment 8D, I noticed that Crazy was nowhere to be found.
'Thank, God,' I thought to myself.
I walked to Freddie's bedroom and quietly pushed open the door. Freddie was sitting on his bed, his laptop resting on his lap.
"Hey, baby," I spoke up, walking into his room and closing the door.
"Hey, cuteness. Where have you been all day?" he inquired.
"I was visiting my cousin and uncle, who are in jail," I lied effortlessly, kicking my shoes off and sitting by his feet on his bed.
"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because I thought you were picking up your mom's mustache bleach and bathing Frothy, like you said you were."
He looked at my suspiciously.
"Yep," I nodded. "I did all of those things."
"Interesting because about half an hour ago, I got a call from the N.E.R.D. Camp administration department," he began.
"Uh-huh," I said, rubbing his feet trying to distract him.
"Don't try to distract me."
He knows me too well.
"The administrator of the camp called and said that I had been reviewed and accepted into the camp," he continued.
"That's great, baby!" I faked enthusiasm.
"Yep, she said they received the original copy of my application and read my term paper on my MoodFace app, which I never sent them. She also said that an in your face, pushy blonde brought all of this information to them personally. You wouldn't happened to know who this blonde would be do you?" he finished, crossing his arms.
"Perhaps it's someone who felt extremely guilty about what she did and who cares about you so much but was acting selfish when she sabotaged your application because she didn't want you to leave her for an entire summer because she would miss you terribly," I said, staring at his Galaxy Wars bed sheets.
"Baby girl, come here," he lifted my chin with his index finger and held his arms open for me.
I shyly crawled into his lap and buried my head in his neck when he wrapped his strong arms snuggly around my body.
"Sam, that is the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me, and it means even more because you did it," he said, his warm breath brushing my face.
"I'm still sorry about earlier," I apologized.
"Well, you fixed it and have nothing to be sorry about, and all you had to do was tell me how you felt, and I wouldn't have even applied," he reassured me.
"But, it would help your future, and it's your dream, baby," I muttered into his neck, wrapping my arms around his torso.
"My future, as I see it now, is you, Sam. Also, at the risk of getting punched into oblivion, my dream is to be with you forever," he said.
"You know how I hate mushy chiz, but I dream of being with you forever, too," I shyly confessed.
He softly kissed my neck, and he just held me the rest of the night, even after we had fallen asleep, dreaming about of futures with one another, forever.
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