Serendipity (Book 2)

iWaited by HeyBulldogProductions

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iWaited by HeyBulldogProductions

TV » iCarly
Rated: K+
Language: English
Genre: Friendship & Drama
Characters: Freddie B., Sam P.
Words: 3,234
Published: Jun 17, 2011

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(Freddie's POV)

It takes two to go to war, one to fall in love.

That's my motto. I wrote it on the bottom of every love letter I sent to my wife. She wrote a similar quote on the bottom of all of hers:

Or it only takes one to grab the other by the shoulders in mid-sentence, kiss them, go to a mental institution, and yell 'Bazinga!' before the other finally falls with them...or maybe that's justy us. :P

It's November 5th, a Saturday. Most working adults have Saturday and Sunday off. Watching my kids and their friends play in the pile of leaves, I let out a half-smile and a sighed. The pot of coffee from my kitchen started to smell good. I got out of my chair and straddled over to the kitchen to go get it. Carly and Gibby were discussing something once I entered.

"Gloria should have a clown party!" Gibby protested as he proped the collar of his navy blue polo. Letting out a silent giggle at their little fibble, I quietly got my coffee cup.

"Ew, no! Clowns are uber-scary! Plus little Gina and Gabby are deathly afraid of them." Carly sat with her enlarged pregnant stomach pressed against the table.

Gibby scratched his forehead in furthur protest. "That's only because little Gendy pushed her into a clown at the carnival! Are you sure Gendy's my kid?"

At this point, I was dying. An audible giggle took place at this point while Carly's mouth formed an 'O'.

"Of course, she's yours!"

"She acts like Sam! C'mon, you can tell me, your husband, Gibby, if you and Sam..." He twiddled his fingers together.

"Gib," She began. "First off, stop doing that. Second, Sam's my best friend. Third, we're not lesbians. And fourth, that's biologically impossible. Sorry bud, but she's yours." She pinched his cheek in a cute way and pecked him on the lips. Witnessing this, I yelled something over my shoulder.

"No PDA in my kitchen!"

"If I wasn't due in 2 months, I'd lift my leg and kick your ass for saying that." Carly said sitting back in the chair. Gibby and I both let out a laugh.

"Had to, Carls. It's payback for all the times you said that to me in the hallway." Pouring 3 cups worth of coffee and placing the containers of sugar, creamer and coffee straws on a plate, I walked over and set it on the table. I drank mine right away. Sometimes I just drink black coffee. Carly and Gibby put some packets of both sugar and creamer in and stirred.

"Well it's only because you and Sam practically sucked each other's face off in the school hallway." Raising my eyebrows, I rolled up the sleeve of my white button up shirt, tightened my tie, and drank some more coffee.

"We wanted to give our school some culture." I said.

"What culture?" Gibby scoffed while fixing a part of his gelled hair.

"French. Embrasser est un art magnifique." I spoke and made a kissing noise for extra effect. Carly and Gibby both laughed. Just then, my daughter, Ellen, came running in with a stack of mail in her hands.

"Dad!" Running as fast as her 6 year old legs could handle, she stopped in a dead halt right before my feet.

"Dad! Mom's letter came today!" My face lit up with a smile as she handed the fresh envalope to me.