Icarly Freddie Benson Novels & Stories

Turning, Beth came face to face with the red faced Benson and tilted her head to the side. "How about I scrape the skin off your shrivelled balls and use it to knit a cap for that bald spot in the middle of your head instead, grandpa?" Even as her voice remained level and easy, curious even, her hands made very vivid gestures. Frederico's eyelids fluttered. What the actual fuck?! Alexander's head reared back, his brows flying high. "Woo-wee! Sign me up for some of that spitting mayhem any day!" Random cackles and catcalls rang out. That seemed to enrage Benson more. He was literally foaming at the mouth when he spat out,

" I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. I really didn't like the fuckin kid. He has always been a dick including his whore mother." You know the funny part. I didn't notice Freddie's last name is Carter. I mean I know it's Carter but how am I supposed to know he's Gray's younger step brother. He said he screwed him up , that should explain the cut above Freddie's eyebrows and jaw. " This is crazy." " Yeah. It is." I look up at his eyes and they're not leaving mine. " This is complicating. Why does it have to be so ? Did you mom ever cheated on your dad ? I mean dated someone before or maybe after your father died."

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

As for Alex and his infuriating assumptions, I couldn't handle them right now and left. “Siri, call Fre,” once I got settled in my car, I drove away from the mansion. Freya picked up on the fifth ring, sounding tired. “Are you a vampire or something? You should be sleeping, argh.” She makes a sound, signaling that she's yawning over the call. “Benson called.” Silence. Before I heard the rustling sound of her trying to sit up in bed. “This can't be good,” She hissed, all signs of sleep gone. “What do you think it's about?”