Serendipity (Book 1)

Food & Fatcakes by iloveyou123

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Food & Fatcakes by iloveyou123

TV » iCarly
Rated: T
Language: English
Genre: Romance & Humor
Characters: Sam P., Freddie B.
Words: 2,907
Published on FanFiction: Mar 22, 2010

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"Is there going to be a fucking pattern of you interrupting me when I'm doing something you shouldn't interrupt? Because I'm gonna say right now, it will not end well for you."

"It's four in the morning, Sam. What exactly, were you doing that was so important?"

"..."

"Just sleeping, then?"

"Sleeping is really important to me! It's right up there on the list with food and Fatcakes!"

"Fatcakes are in a different part of the list then food?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I don't know, it just seems illogical."

"Well, sooorry, I didn't ask for your help while making my list of important things."

"What else in on your list?"

"I dunno. Things."
"Oh, wow. Now I know! That's so helpful, Sam."

"Glad I could be of assistance. But you better tell me why you woke me up, or I'm gonna give you the beating of your lifetime, boy."

"That's not super threatening when you're not here, I gotta tell you."
"Explain, nerdboy, before you're talking out of your ass."

"I... I just felt like I needed to talk to you."

"..."

"You're such an incredible loser."

"I know, I know."

".. Are you asleep?"

"No. You're freaking keeping me awake, with your annoying presence."

"Sorry. It's- it's kind of hard, being away from you all the time. I wanted to hear you."

"Ignoring the creepy aspect of that stalkerish apology, how about we agree that the next time you want to hear me, you do it when I'm not peacefully resting."

"Deal."

"... Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Good. You don't get to be asleep if I don't."

"Fair rules, I suppose."

"...I really, really want to go sleep, Freddork."

"Then... fall asleep?"

"I can't!"

"Count sheep."

"Why are you so lame?"

"Oh, I'm sorry that I can't help you fall asleep properly!"
"You're the one who woke me up!"

"... Well, I wanted to talk to you! Most girls would be flattered."

"I'm not most girls, Fredrickson."

"Obviously."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing! Nothing. It's just you're... different than any other girl I've met so far."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"
"No, it's meant to be a compliment."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"You're pretty bad at giving compliments, Frederico."