Room 402, Saturday

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam hadn't noticed any oddness about, today. She'd spent her time lying around, trying to watch the most disgusting videos she could find on the internet and catching up with what people were saying online about iCarly

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[randomspanish]

Freddie, feeling incredibly self conscious in his somewhat ill-fitting penny tee ('Salvage Tuna', it declared) and jeans, had made his... or rather her way down the hall to Sam's room.

Freddie knocked on the door and braced for the inevitable ridicule and laughter. "Sam, open up," Freddie said, sounding a bit defeated already.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam didn't recognize that voice, so she wasn't really in a hurry to go answer it.

"You're not the boss of me," she called back. "I'm busy!"

[randomspanish]

"Come on, please?" Freddie said. "I'm serious, Sam."

After a sigh, Freddie added "It's me. Freddie."

[hurtingzeebo]

"You sound more like a Fredwina," Sam noted, then remembered that this was Fandom, and it was entirely possible that Freddie had ended up a Fredwina. She sighed, then twisted on the bed to start throwing things at the door, in hopes of knocking the lock open. "Hang on. Almost got it!"