|iWish You Never Existed
Author: stoneonthewater PM
When Freddie wishes Sam was never born, something completely unexpected happens; Carly's old angel, Mitch appears and grants Freddie' wish. His life turns upside down because of this one wish. Will he get ever Sam back? AU and Seddie/minor Creddie.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Friendship - Freddie B. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,297 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 12-23-10 - Published: 12-07-10 - id: 6538178
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
My first Seddie story! Well, besides one one-shot. Anyway, this has probably been done before, but I REALLY wanna do this. This is sort of a take on iChristmas, which was my inspiration. This will be a multi-chap, hopefully less than ten chapters because I always run out of material, haha. (:
It was a regular Tuesday night. Carly, Sam and I were sitting at our usual table in the Groovy Smoothie. Sam was halfway done with her second, Carly had finished her first smoothie and had thrown it away, and I was sitting there, still on my first, only having taken a few sips. Even though Sam was still drinking one, I saw her eyeing mine lovingly. I sighed, pulled out my straw, and slid the smoothie over to Sam. She grinned and started slurping her Strawberry Splat faster.
"That was nice, Freddie," Carly commented, noticing our little exchange. "Especially since Sam didn't say thank you or even ask." She raised her eyebrows and looked at Sam, waiting for her to reply. Sam, of course, said nothing and kept her eyes glued to the lid of her smoothie. Soon she finished the Strawberry Splat, threw the empty cup in the garbage, and started on the Blueberry Blitz.
"It doesn't matter," I reassured Carly, letting her know Sam didn't have to thank me. "I didn't really want it—and no one wants a thirsty, angry Sam."
"Way to whisper, nub," Sam said, finally looking up at me and pushing the smoothie away. She glared at me and stuck her thumb in her mouth for a few seconds. When she pulled it out, she wiped it on my shirt. I groaned and she said with a shrug, "I had brain freeze." Sam was about to take another sip of her (previously my) smoothie when Carly's PearPhone beeped. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and looked at the screen.
"It's almost time for rehearsal," she said, tapping on the screen a few times and looking up at me and Sam. "Sam, you can take the smoothie with us, but we gotta get going."
Sam and I stood up, along with Carly, and we walked out of the Groovy Smoothie. It was a short walk back to Bushwell Plaza and we were back in about fifteen minutes for rehearsal. After saying a quick hello to Spencer, the three of us headed upstairs to the iCarly studio.
As soon as we were in the studio, I remembered. "The clothes for Fuffley and Peeta are in the back storage," I told Carly and Sam as they stood in the middle of the floor, warming up for rehearsal. "We're gonna do a run-through with the costumes, aren't we?"
"Yeah, if you want," Carly said. "Just go in the back and get out the box. Leave it out so we can have it for Friday."
"'Kay." I nodded at Carly and walked the back of the studio—what we used as storage and guest entrances—to get the costumes. I searched around for the box of the Fuffley and Peeta costumes and pulled it out, along with the furniture we used in the sketch. Gibby's stuff was also in the box, and he was supposed to be here by now for rehearsal. Oh well. I grabbed everything else we needed and brought it back with me. When I was back in the main part of the room, Sam was at my tech cart and Carly was looking over some notecards.
"Sam!" I scolded, rolling my eyes and yanking clothes and wigs from the box. "Get away from my cart with that smoothie!"
Sam looked up at me with a smirk and took a long sip from her cup. "Aw, does wittle Fwedward not want me pwaying with his wittle tech toys?" She moved her arms to clasp them in front of her face in a mocking way, like women did to little babies. Instead of doing what she tried to do, her elbow knocked over her smoothie. The lid popped off as it tumbled sideways, and it spilled all over my keyboard.
"SAM!" I screamed, running over to my cart and smacking the smoothie cup away. I wiped frantically at the keyboard with my t-shirt but it had already short circuited and powered off. Sam stood next to me, stifling a laugh as Carly stared in shock at her best friend.
"Chill out, Freddifer," Sam said coolly, pushing me aside and closing the laptop. "We'll just go downstairs and clean it." She pulled my Pearbook away from the cart and unfortunately the wires came with it. They split from the cart leading to a big, visible "shock" coming from the tech cart. Before I could scream, the whole freaking cart tipped over. THE. WHOLE. CART!
"OH MY GOD!" Carly and I screamed at the same time. Sam backed up from the cart as it tumbled over. I did the same, and Carly rushed over to inspect the situation. Why me?
"Whoa," Sam exclaimed, staring at all the broken equipment on the floor. I looked up at her with anger apparent in my eyes. I couldn't ever remember being this mad.
"I can't freaking believe you!" I yelled, throwing my arms up in the air. If it were Carly I'd been yelling at, she would have inched away, slightly frightened. But, oh no, little Miss Tough Sam would never be afraid of me—not even when I was this angry. My whole cart had been destroyed, thanks to her. How would we do iCarly? All we had was a camera! No sound system, no light setup, no—
"It's your fault!" Sam yelled back. I had no idea how it could have been my fault! I hadn't done anything to knock my cart over. It was all HER. "You should have been at your cart. I was trying to get your laptop and help, Freddork. Then you had to make me all mad." Well, she certainly was mad now. For no dang reason. Her face turned red as she saw me glaring at her. Then, with a slow step toward the electronic mess, she gave my tech cart a big kick. Whatever wasn't completely broken now was, and all she did was stand there and smirk at me.
That just set me off. All my emotions came tumbling out in the most un-Freddie like way possible.
"I HATE YOU!" I shrieked. "I have no idea why Carly's friends with you, or why I am, for that matter! You're a horrible person and I can't take it anymore! You've made my life miserable for THREE YEARS and I'm done! My life would have been so easier had I never met you. I wish you were never even born." Angry tears forming in my eyes, I grabbed the salvageable parts of my tech cart and stormed out the door. I bounded down the stairs without waiting (or wanting) anyone to come after me. When I reached the Shays' living room, Spencer was sitting on the couch, looking at me expectantly and worriedly.
"Whoa, Freddo," he said. "What happened up there? And why's your face all sweaty?"
"It's a long story." I told him coldly. "And this may be goodbye, Spence, because I probably won't be coming around here a lot anymore. At least, not until Sam's gone." I didn't wait for Spencer to reply and I trotted across the hall to my apartment. I ignored my mother's frantic "Freddie!" and went straight into my room, shutting the door. I tossed my tech equipment on the bad and lay down next to it, wiping my eyes and taking deep, calming breaths.
Maybe I had been too mean to Sam, I thought, staring up at the ceiling. But she had nonchalantly RUINED 99% of my tech equipment, 100% of which produced iCarly! Without the "dork supplies" Sam demolished, iCarly couldn't happen. It simply couldn't. And without iCarly, there was no reason I had to keep hanging around with Sam.
That was the mean side of me. The angelic, more Carly-like part of me was shaking its head in disapproval. I mean, did I really hate Sam? At that moment, yes, more than anything…but sometimes she could be…cool. And did I really wish she was never born? Well, it probably wouldn't make my life harder…
I sighed. I needed to clear my head. I'd talk to Carly and Sam tomorrow and get everything figured out. I got up from my bed and headed over to my desk, turning on the computer. Thanks to my new, fast software, the Internet loaded pretty quickly. Just as I clicked on Borilla Flamewolf, my favorite Internet provider, an image of a brown-haired man with the appearance of a dwarf appeared on my screen.
I was about to scream when the man shushed me. I'm going crazy, I told myself.
"Chill out, Freddie," the man said coolly. "I don't wanna hurt you; unless you scream. I'm a nice angel, I promise."
"Angel?" I repeated, laughing bitterly. "Get off my screen or I'm gonna call the police."
"Cops can't do anything to me," he replied with a laugh. "Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Mitch. I was Carly's angel, but now I'm yours. I'm here to grant your wish."
"Wish? What wish? Wait, why am I talking to you? How do you know my name?"
"You ask a lot of questions," 'Mitch' said, sounding annoyed. "You know what wish you made. And I know your name because I'm your angel."
"Prove it," I insisted with a smirk. Ha!
"Okay," Mitch said. He snapped his fingers, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hey!" said Mitch again, as he was now behind me.
"AH!" I yelped in surprise, swiveling backward in my chair. "Don't hurt me!" I begged.
Mitch laughed. "I won't. Anyway, do you believe me now?"
"Sure…" I agreed, still thinking I was going a bit inside. But I shook my head. "Now what's all this talk about a 'wish'?"
"You wished Sam Puckett was never born," Mitch told me, refreshing my memory of what I had incidentally forgotten about what happened half an hour ago. "I'm here to grant that wish."
"Okay, I am going crazy," I said. Stage One In Insanity: Acceptance. That had to be it, since I was already there. Or maybe stage one was Surprise…? Whatever, I just had to get away from this mental goon and get to sleep so I could clear my head. "You have a good night, Mitch," I said, getting out of my chair and heading back over to my bed. "Why don't you go back to sleep in my mind, where you belong and things make sense?"
Mitch stared at me intently, but he didn't move. "I don't belong in your head. But just wait—tomorrow, things will be very different. VERY different. So different you—well, I'm just trying to build up suspense. But you'll see. Maybe you'll regret it. Maybe you won't. Alas, I must go now…ah, did I really just say alas? Man, I gotta stop talking to my grandmother."
I stared at the strange "angel" as he babbled on. He said that he would make my wish come true? How? Even more of a question, HOW DID HE GET IN HERE FROM MY COMPUTER?
"Yeah, I'm just gonna head out," Mitch declared finally. "You have fun with what you have tonight—tomorrow, your wish will be granted." He snapped his little fingers and then disappeared. Oh, my God, what just happened?
Then my mom burst into my room. "Freddie!" she exclaimed, running over to my bed and pulling me into an embrace. "Are you okay? Why didn't you say hi when you came home? Why are there electronic devices on your bed? WAS I HEARING VOICES?"
"I'm fine, Mom…I wasn't feeling well then…my tech cart broke and I was watching TV. I turned it off." I hoped she took my explanation and luckily, she did.
"Okay, Freddie," Mom said with a slight mile. "I love you, Freddie-bear. See you in the morning."
"Love you, too, Mom." Mom left my room then, and turned out the lights. Not bothering to move my tech stuff, I snuggled under the covers and closed my eyes. Nothing that happened tonight made sense, but hopefully it would tomorrow. Whoever that figment of my imagination really was (supposedly "Mitch"), he sure didn't make things easy to understand. I had no idea what had happened or what was going to happen, but in that moment, I just needed to sleep.
Without giving another thought to Sam, Carly, or Mitch, I dozed off into what would be my most peaceful sleep for a few months.