Disclaimer: Guess what? My name isn't Dan, and I'm a chick, so I'm pretty sure I don't own iCarly.
The party. We went to a party.
It was Wendi's party. She invited all of us, Carly, Freddie, and me.
We got there, a lot of people where there. Practically our whole grade, some of the grade below us, and some from the grade above us, too.
It was at a rented lot. Wendi's family has a lot of money.
There was music, lights, dancing…a couple…"private rooms".
Wendi came by, carrying a tray of drinks. She called them "special drinks".
We didn't know what they were…we had them any way.
Kissing. There was kissing. Dancing…a lot of dancing. The music…the music with the pounding bass.
I yawned, stretching my arms out. I tried to sit up, but fell back down. I groaned and put my hand to my head…what a massive ass headache!
I tried to open my eyes, but they hurt, too. So I sat there for a couple of minutes, trying to gather my bearings. I was finally able to open my eyes. I gasped, and sat up. Where am I?!
I was in an unfamiliar room, the lights were off, and there were no windows. I noticed now, that the bed that I was on was slowly rotating in circles. It had a red, furry comforter, with the softest red sheets I've ever felt. There were red pieces of cloth artfully draped from the ceiling to the walls and stringed to the floor like a maze of pink and red sheets. There were rose petals littering the floor and on the bed. Small red Chinese lanterns of different shapes and sizes were stringed alone the ceiling. It was a beautiful room with…some sort of sex appeal.
Where in the world was I?
I looked to my left and gasped again when I saw Freddie sleeping peacefully, one arm wrapped around my waist.
I covered my mouth with my hand and slowly looked under the sheets. I didn't have any clothes on…and neither did Freddie. I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
I had sex?! I lost my virginity?! I lost my virginity to Freddie?! OH MY GOD!!
I'm only 17! I don't even remember it!
I growled angrily to myself. Those damn "special drinks" Wendi gave us were alcohol! I can't believe I didn't realize. I'm a damn fool!
I don't what makes me angrier, that I had sex this early, or that I can't remember it!
Oh yeah, and Freddie wasn't exactly a candidate on my "Who I Want to Sleep With" List.
Wait…if I don't remember it, maybe Freddie won't either…
I carefully removed Freddie's arm from around my waist, and detangled our legs. I shuddered with disgust, thinking about all the things Freddie and I could have done last night. I found my clothes scattered across the room. I had trouble with the red and pink sheets hanging everywhere, I kept tripping all over them.
I was finally decent when I stared for the door. I heard movement from the bed, and Freddie groan. I freaked out, and practically jumped out of the room. I almost tripped on somebody who was sleeping on the floor. I stepped over them and saw the lot that Wendi rented had random bodies passed out, strewn across everything. I started looking for Carly, hoping that she didn't end up in the same position I did.
I finally found her asleep on one of the couches on the side of the humongous room. She was fully dressed and I couldn't see a guy sleeping near her at all, so I guess she was okay.
"Carly," I whispered.
She didn't respond.
"Carly," I said louder shaking her shoulder.
We both groaned at the same time. Carly was waking up into her hangover, and mine was reappearing again.
"Carly," I groaned, "wake up!"
"I don't like goats-what? Sam? Where am I?" she asked disoriently sitting up.
"Wendi's party," I whispered.
"Why…why does my head hurt?" she groaned. "Why-…why don't I remember anything?" she said sleepily.
"Wendi gave us spiked drinks," I muttered angrily.
This woke her up.
"What?!" she whispered/yelled.
She then clutched at her head.
"We need to get home," I said.
She nodded in agreement.
"Uh, where's Freddie?" she asked.
"Um…I think I saw him going into that room," I said pointing to the room that I recently ran out of.
"Oh, can you get him?" she asked.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea…" I started.
I really don't want to see him right now…or for a few weeks…or years…
She looked at me with her big brown doe eyes, and creased her forehead in pain. A tear escaped her eye, but she quickly wiped it away. I think Carly got effing hammered last night, her hangover seemed SO much worse than mine.
I sighed angrily, "Fine, I'll go get him."
I jumped over half dressed, passed out bodies back to the dreaded room.
I opened the door and saw Freddie's naked back side, him trying to pull up his pants.
"For the love of all things good and holy!" I cried jumping out of the room, and shutting the door behind me.
How many times am I going to be forced to see that boy naked?!
After a moment he opened the door, fully dressed (thank God), and a bright red blush on his face. It probably matched mine too, which I'm sure was the color of a tomato.
"Hey Sam," he said quickly.
"'Sup Fredward," I said quickly back.
"Did you see-?" he asked awkwardly.
"Nope, nothing at all," I said dropping the subject before he got the question out.
This was quite a horrible thing to say, but I said it anyway. I needed to erase the tension.
"What were you doing in that bedroom…naked?" I asked smirking and raising my eyebrows.
He poked my stomach and said, "Shut up."
I punched him in the arm as I laughed, and he covered his cry of pain with another laugh. I grinned, oh yeah, I still got it.
"No, seriously?" I asked.
Okay, so I knew EXACTLY why he was in that bedroom stark naked, but he doesn't have to know (and he never will know) so I could have some fun with this.
"I don't know…" he bit his lip and looked troubled as he followed me back to where Carly was.
"I think I might have done something bad, Sam."
The vulnerable tone to his voice made me regret everything. Especially drinking those "special drinks". Damn you Wendi!
"You do something bad Freddie? Yeah, when pigs fly…" I laughed nervously.
"Fly…" he whispered, "that reminds me…the only thing I can remember…a tattoo. It was a tattoo of a bird, it was in mid-flight, and it was carrying a red rose in its mouth…it was a beautiful tattoo…"
I froze in place. That was my tattoo. I have a tattoo of a dove carrying a rose in its mouth below my hip bone. I wanted it in a place, only I was able to see, and even if I wore a bikini no one would see it. My dad used to call me his little bird when I was younger, that's represented by the dove, and when he left it broke both my mother's and my hearts, and that's represented by the red rose. I had my cousin do it for me when I was fifteen.
I can't believe he remembers…
"Sam? Sam what's wrong?" he asked.
I realized I was frozen in shock for a couple minutes now.
"Nothing," I mumbled, not being able to look him in the eyes, "nothing, let's go get Carly."
I quickly made my way to Carly, leaving Freddie behind me trying to keep up. I just can't believe it…
Freddie and I helped Carly outside as we searched for her car. We each took turns, stopping and groaning. Tylenol and a glass of cold water sounds as 'bout as good as ham right now.
Carly could barely open her eyes outside, so she was in no condition to drive her small silver Prius, and so I decided to take responsibility and drive us home. This wasn't the first time I've dealt with a hangover, and I can't say the same for Carly or Freddie, so it would be best for me to drive anyway.
Carly groaned as Freddie laid her down in the backseat. I carefully took her car keys out of her jean pocket, and I climbed in the driver seat. Freddie sat in the passenger seat beside me.
I groaned as a wave of nausea rolled over me.
"You sure you don't want me to drive?" Freddie asked.
I looked over to him, and saw he had his eyes half-closed because of the bright sunlight, which isn't the best for burning hangover migraines, if you didn't know.
"Nah, I'm fine," I sighed.
I pushed the keys into the ignition, and turned it, so the car roared to life. I put it in reverse, pulled out of the parking lot, and started the forty-five minute drive home.
It was silent and awkward for me as Freddie and I both kept our eyes on the road. I don't think it was as awkward as him as it was for me because…I knew what happened last night.
"So…" he started, "do you remember the party last night?"
"Nope, not really."
"So you have no…" he trailed off.
"Finish your sentence, dork," I said after a moment of silence.
I turned onto an exit, driving with the other lazy, Saturday morning drivers.
"You don't have any idea who…I…um…went into that bedroom last night with?" he finally asked.
I gulped, and the speed of the car accelerated for a moment, along with my heart.
"How-uh-how do you know you went in there with anyone? You could've just crashed there b-b-by yourself," I stuttered quickly.
I looked at him from the corners of my eyes. He bit his lip and looked at me, my eyes flashed back to the road.
"I remember some things…" he said slowly.
I slammed the brakes on by accident.
"Jesus, Sam!" Freddie yelled, as we almost made the car behind us plow into the back bumper.
I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and we took off again.
I saw him looking at me with an incredulous look on his face.
"Uh…I thought I saw a squirrel," I lied. I cleared my throat. "What things do you remember…exactly?"
He blushed and looked out the window.
"I remember doing things…with a girl. Not bad or weird things…well, things that Carly would think were bad, but…it was almost sweet…innocent…"
I bit my lip, and I couldn't fight the bush that flooded my face.
"Are you saying you had sweet, innocent, sex with a girl, Fredward?" I whispered shakily.
He looked at his lap, ashamed. I cannot believe I just said that out loud. I added a shaky laugh to ease the tension.
"I guess," he mumbled, "but I can't remember who it was! What she looked like, what hair color, her name…nothing, except her fiery blue eyes and that bird tattoo…"
Jesus H. Christ, he remembered my eye color! Well…no need to freak, I mean, a lot of girls have blue eyes.
"It wasn't some stranger…some girl I barely knew who were in our grade, you know? I mean…I felt like I knew her, I mean really knew her…which is weird because the only girls I'm close to our Carly and you-," he stopped himself.
I took a deep intake of breath, and held it, hoping he wouldn't make the connection.
He didn't say anything, so I jumped in.
"I highly doubt Carly or I would eff, you Fredweird," I nervously laughed.
He laughed with me, and the awkward tension disappeared for a moment.
"So you don't remember?" he asked again.
I sighed and gave him an easy smile.
"Sorry, Fred-o, I didn't see you dragging some sweet, innocent girl to the bedroom to deflower her."
He rolled his eyes and looked away, but I saw him smiling out of the window. We sat in silence for a while, and his eyes kept flashing back at Carly in the rearview mirror. Finally I let out an annoyed sigh.
"I won't tell Carly, okay?" I said.
He gave me a relieved sigh, "Thanks, Sam. I'm afraid she would have thought bad of me or something."
I sighed too, mumbling, "You weren't the only one who had a crazy night."
Whoa!!! Crazy, dirty, forgetful Seddie!
Looks like Wendi is a crazy mastermind Seddie shipper, just like the rest of us. Who else would have planned a party, gave Sam and Freddie "special drinks" and then shoved them into the baby making room when they were totally wasted?!
I'm just kidding she didn't do that, but still.
Annyyywayyy, please review!!
More surprises coming :D