I'll get better

Sittin' on a car seat

I know, I know, I have issues, but this is what the title is. It's from the "Sittin' on a toilet" video, because I was never a normal child. But you just wait! Some day I'll talk to enough leprechauns to get the money for the psychiatrist help I obviously need! Okay, one more thing.

Sittin' on a car seat *whisper* draft

Sittin' on a car seat *whisper* draft

Sittin' on a car seat *whisper* draft

Now publish

Freddie's pov (Who is still amazed I spelled psychiatrist right. Oh, who am I kidding. I asked Siri.)

Carly rolled Sam carefully through the hospital doors, me and Spencer close behind.

"Come on, Carls! Go faster! I wanna get outta here!" Sam commanded.

"I don't want you to tip over!" Carly answered defensively. "And speeding through the hospital in a wheelchair is very reckless!" She reprimanded.

(Sorry. I just wanted to use that in a sentence lol)

"Oh, just give it to Fredderina, he'll go fast." Sam said, rolling her eyes.

Carly moved her hands off the handles, allowing me to grab them. "Okay, but only because I'm sure he'll go at a normal, responsible pace- FREDDIE!"

We raced out the door and through the parking lot, Sam laughing her head off. When I saw Spencer's car I slowed down a little to park her next to it, making car noises as I moved the wheelchair backward, to the side, forward, repeat, like I was parallel parking.

"Why.. did I... agree... to let Freddie push Sam." Carly panted. Sam and I cackled and Spencer finally walked over. Carly opened the front door and Spencer and I lifted Sam into the front seat, and then I put the wheelchair in the trunk.

It was time to leave.

"I'm gonna miss this place." Sam sighed sadly. We all looked at her. "NOT!"

We all cracked up, until Sam gave a little shriek and put her hands on her stomach. "I guess the medicine doesn't dull ALL the pain."

I reached up to the front seat and patted her on the shoulder, since I was sitting directly behind her.

"Let's go." I told Spencer, knowing the fun was over.

"I actually miss Lewbert." Sam said, and we all looked over, sure that she was being sarcastic again. "What? He's less annoying than some of that hospital staff!" We all nodded. True. Spencer started the car and drove through the hospital parking lot. As soon as we saw the sign saying "Thank you for visiting Schneider's hospital!" we all cheered. Fresh air! Well, we're still in a car. But still! I don't know how my mom works in that place ALL DAY and sometimes all night.

Spencer put on the radio, 106.2 BLY (I know, we have a similar radio station, but everything's kinda flipped in Icarly world, like Pearpods.) and we all raised our fists in the air and sang along to the pop songs. Suddenly one voice was missing.

"Sam?" I asked worriedly. She didn't answer. "SAM?!?!" I shouted.

Spencer looked over from the driver's seat and sighed in relief. "She's asleep."

"How could someone sleep with all the racket we were making?" Carly wondered.

"It's Sam on pills. How are you surprised?" I asked. Carly and Spencer nodded.

"True...." Carly said.

Spencer hit a bump in the road and Sam shrieked, the seat belt was digging into her stomach. I quickly reached over, hooked a finger under it, and tugged to loosen it.

"Thanks." Sam mumbled, woken up. Soon, Spencer pulled into the Bushwell Plaza parking lot, and Carly, Spencer and I got out. I opened the passenger's side to reveal an embarrassed Sam. She probably didn't like being treated like a four-year-old who's car seat needed to be unbuckled. Carly rolled the wheelchair next to the passenger's side and I lifted Sam into the wheelchair. I made to grab for the wheelchair but Carly bumped me out of the way, saying "No you don't. Both of you have lost my trust." She grabbed the wheelchair and started to push Sam to the doors while Sam kept moaning for her to let me push.

Lewbert started screeching at Sam the second she walked- sorry, rolled in.

"YOU IRRESPONSIBLE KIDS! ALWAYS BREAKING STUFF! EVEN YOUR OWN BODY PARTS! I WISH ME AND MY WART COULD JUST LIVE ALONE HERE!"

"You, your wart and your non-existent girlfriend?" Sam teased, only a little bothered by the "breaking things" remark.

He paused for a second. "BRUNHILDA HAS A NAME, YOU KNOW!! AND SHE EXISTS IN MY MINNNNNNND!!!" He screamed.

"Invite me to the wedding!" Sam called as Carly rolled her into the elevator.

The elevator closed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Love that guy." Sam smiled. Lewbert had obviously lifted her spirits.

I decided I loved him too.

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LINE BREAK

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Outside Carly's door Sam, Spencer, Carly and I were bouncing with excitement.

"Are you ready?" Spencer asked teasingly.

"YES!" We all cheered.

"You sure?"

"YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!"

"Okay!" He said, opening the door.

Carly started to push Sam in but I cut between them.

"May I have this dance?" I joked.

"You may." Carly sighed, moving backward and giving me enough space to burst through the door.

"WWWWWHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sam and I screamed as I raced her around the couch. There wasn't much room and I narrowly missed the couch corner.

"Freddie!" Carly scolded. I turned to look at her so Sam and I could stick our tongues out and Carly screamed my name again. I looked ahead to see the small table holding the lamp approaching us. I swerved and Sam's wheelchair tipped a little. I, on the other hand, completely fell over.

"Sam! Are you okay?" Spencer and Carly screamed, rushing over.

"Hey, she isn't currently on the ground!" I said. I picked myself up and sat on the couch.

"You could have made her incision worse!" Carly vituperated. (Another word I just wanted to use.)

"Do it again!" Sam cheered.

Carly groaned. "Let's just watch T.V." She said, sitting down. "Before someone get's killed."

Huh. That was short. Sorry guys. But this is really only for me, I mean there aren't really many icarlies left. I just like writing it I guess.