iHave a Messed Up Life

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly

Ch 1

iHave to go to New York

Freddie Benson was checking his email when he found a peculiar invitation.

Freddie Benson,

On behalf of Web Tech, we are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to this year's convention in New York City, New York as the representative for your web show. There we will discuss your and other web shows on what we can do to help improve you tech needs. You will also be given some tech items that may further benefit your and others web shows. The convention will be held at 2390 Allan's St. at the Grand Plaza Hotel, between the days of Monday, August 14, 2010 and Friday, August 21, 2010. We hope to see you there.

His eyes widened in anticipation. He wanted to go, he needed to go, and he had to go. He talked to his mom about it and she thought the idea would be fine seeing that she had two weeks off work. Then he realized that he needed to talk to Carly and Sam about this whole ordeal. Great, he thought to himself, when it comes to getting off from iCarly it is impossible to try to talk to Carly about anything. That is the only time she is as controlling as my mom! He walked over to the Shay's apartment wondering what in the world he was going to say. He knocked on the door and it opened to show Spencer.

"Hey Fredo."

"Hey Spence. What's up?"

"Not much. I was just staring another sculpture made out milk cartons while I am waiting for a replica of the Galaxy Wars light saber!"

"Well at least you know it is a replica of it. Wouldn't it be funny if it turned out to be actual prop?"

"What! Oh thanks a lot Freddie! You probably jinxed it now!" Spencer complained. Freddie laughed at his pouting. He couldn't lie though; Freddie wanted a Galaxy Wars saber as much as Spencer did. That would definitely make their fencing careers more intresting.

"Do you know where Carly is?" Freddie asked.

"I believe she is in the iCarly studio," he said "that or she is in her new room. I have no idea. She came home from working at the Groovy Smoothie and just said something about doing something."

"You didn't hear what she said?" Freddie asked.

"Well, yeah. I was kind of ignoring her. She has been doing a good deal of whining about stuff lately. She must have been having some kind of boy trouble lately."

"So, she is nagging?" Freddie asked.

"Sssssh! Don't say out loud." Spencer said quickly as if Carly had supersonic ears.

"SPENCER!" said a voice that was coming from upstairs, "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN THERE?"

"FREDDIE'S HERE!" Spencer called back.

"OKAY!" Carly called back, "SEND HIM UP TO MY ROOM, PLEASE!"

"Well," said Spencer, "that's you cue. Good luck, kiddo."

Freddie went up stairs to find a smiling Carly in her room. She was more happy than usual. In fact, she looked like she was expecting to see him.

"Hi Freddie," she said flirtatiously, "What's up?"

"Um," Freddie tried to start, "I need a vacation."

Carly's smile faded. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I have been asked to go to New York City to represent iCarly at the Web Tech convention. I will be gone for a week."

"What!" she yelled, "What about the show?"

"It is just one episode, Carly." Freddie said.

"One episode!" she yelled, "One episode! Who in the world are we going to get to replace you?"

"Carly," Freddie said calmly, "we aren't doing anything important on that day, and you and Sam already know how to record and download the recordings to the website. It will be fine."

"Well," she said, "what if Sam and I just go with you."

"Err, I would rather just do this alone." Freddie said nervously.

"WHAT!" Carly screamed, "ARE YOU EMBARRESED BY US OR SOMETHING?"

"No Carly," Freddie said, "I would love for the both of you to come," well, at least one of you, he thought, "but this is something that just concerns me. It's not you girls, it's me."

"THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON!" Carly yelled.

"My mom is going to be with me the entire time." Freddie said.

"Have a nice trip to New York City, Freddie." Carly said happily.

I need to use 'the mom card' more often, Freddie thought to himself as he was going back to his apartment.