Iwill Date Freddie Icarly Novels & Stories

“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.”

She isn’t easy to get because she is my professor. But damn, that just makes it more fun… more of a challenge. I like that. And I’ll get her, because when Will Wilson wants something, he gets it, no matter what. No one can stop him. My phone beeps on the nightstand. I pick it up, still lying on my back, shirtless, wearing just my shorts. Her name flashes on the screen. Iva. My jaw drops for a second. Then I read the full notification: Iva liked your picture. It’s from I*******m.

Evelyn scoffed, "The sun is enough to roast your brain and you still want to fry your poor brain with books!" "Eve, I need to study," Willow said. "It's either we go on an ice cream date or you're going clubbing with me, you choose," the stubborn Eve said. Willow clenched her fist and sighed. She didn't have anything to do for the day and she'd rather stay indoors than go clubbing with a bunch of strangers. "Where are we meeting?" she asked after a long silence. "That's my love! Our usual spot. Don't worry, bills on me," Eve said and hung up. Willow stared at her blank screen. "Just great," she said and turned around to leave.

“Man’s a bigger asshole than I thought.” “Will you help me out?” she asked. I sat up straighter, arms resting on my knees. “I pretend to date you until…” “The summer’s over. That’s just one month,” she added quickly. I nodded. “So, yeah, if I agree to date you for one month—” “Fake date,” she corrected. My lips tipped up. Funny. “What do you want out of it? Prove you’ve moved on? Doesn’t seem like it was much of a relationship if he jumped into bed with your sister. You’ll move on without—”

“I am sure that my friends and cousins will be jealous of me,” Jackson said as he drove to their mansion. “Why will they be jealous of you?” Freya asked with a laugh. “Because I have you,” Jackson replied with a smile. “Huh?” Freya looked at Jackson. “They will be jealous of me because you are my date tonight. You are so beautiful,” Jackson said in a serious tone. “Date? We are not an official couple and to be honest, I really do not want to go. I am just shy of your dad and then to … Miss Ivana.” Freya shifted her gaze to the road.

Freya said, making gestures. “Umm… Freya, Tim, I have to go.” Tiffany hurriedly said, wanting to avoid talking about Shawn Gold. “Understandable, Hun. I have a date with a handsome guy I recently met on I*******m,” Freya cheerfully announced. “You're always meeting new guys. It's not news anymore,” Timothy teased. “Get a girlfriend, at least. Then we can have this conversation. Bye, amigos!” Freya blew them a kiss and walked away.

Sira responds, not wanting her best friend to proceed onto her plan. "Sira darling! Don't use that card on me. You are literally dating your classmate, and let's be honest, I'm sure when you guys disappear it's probably you both having sex or making out in the store room slash, library slash, empty science labs." Gracie continues, "So cut the crap!" "Well-" Sira coughs, "I'm dating him and we are serious about it so-" "Oops! Fun fact, you both started dating after you slept with him at Ollie's eighteenth birthday party." Gracie reminds her, more like mocks her.

I didn't even finish my sentence when a big squeak made me flinch " you have a date!! With who? Did your mate find you? Wait did you find him when you where running in the woods yester-" "Shhhh the answer is yes I have a date, with my raspberry muffins ofcourse, um no , and no" I said, she looked disappointed then recovered Carly is my bestfriend, daughter to my father's Gamma and little sister to Greyson my brother's friend, she has beautiful blonde hair and two set of hazel eyes, she is the same replica of her mother but unfortunately her mother died when she was 14, she is older than me over a year, when she turned 18 she was looking forward to finding her mate right then and there but un

I whispered, biting my lip as my face burned with embarrassment. “Anytime,” he said as he walked out of the door, I got changed quickly and walked out to the car. Freddie was already there, leaning casually against the car, chatting happily with Justin and Jude, another guy from my crew. “Hey,” I chirped as I walked up to them. Freddie smiled a beautiful smile at me. “That’s my cue boys, gotta take the lady on our first real date. See you next week,” he said, waving them away with a flick of his hand.

Specifically Jimmy's chat and I. "Please." I pout, but it's too late. Miranda has typed and sent a reply. "When and where?" That's not all. She added a wink face emoji to the text. Alright. Murder me now. My phone beeps faster than it ever has. "Great. You have a date tomorrow night at some restaurant. It sounds super fancy." I release the loudest groan ever, then bury my face in my palms. My best friend will be the death of me.