Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. My girlfriend thinks it's lame I'm writing iCarly fanfiction, but I disagree. There has to be the male influence in this genre that's overflowing with girl writers.
This is my first stab at things like this, so leave a review please and let me know how I did. Sometimes I have trouble keeping people in character, so whatever advice you can offer, I appreciate. Also, let me know if I should continue. I'd be happy to if it's wanted. Read on, Mighty Seddie Warriors!
iLet It Slide
By: James Austin Valiant
"In five..."
Why hadn't we talked about it?
"...four..."
I could've held her there, confronted her out right.
"...three..."
It was easier to pretend that nothing had happened, to just let her brush by me and finish the night. We had been among the small group of students that hadn't fallen asleep, but I'd practically tiptoed around her the whole night. I was too...too scared? Nervous? I made sure my camera was steady; somehow, being on the production end of things managed to make me feel more secure.
"...two."
And we had managed. We'd finished the Pearpod app, with Brad's help. Carly hadn't pressed the issue of Sam's Moodface reading, and our intern remained oblivious, thinking it was still a technical error. Sam and I had managed to retain a normal sense of...well, at least when...
That's a lie. Nothing is normal anymore. I motioned for one.
"I'm Carly!"
"And I'm Sam!"
"And if you clicked her looking for the latest wombat ballet fix, well-"
"We've done better with jazz-stepping bandicoots, because this is iCarly!"
I couldn't help but smirk at that line. It was appropriate sometimes to prepare and rehearse for the show, but Carly and Sam came up with these things on the fly, spouting whatever random nonsense happened to pop in their heads. Sometimes, I got so into what was happening, being caught up in part of the show, that I'd forget what came next and someone would have to prompt me to head to the laptop to push the right button.
But it wasn't that, not this time. A whole week had passed, and I hadn't talked to Sam. Not seriously, anyway...but what was I supposed to say? 'Hey Sam, why did you kiss me?' Or maybe 'Hey Sam, are you in love with me?'
I watched her spin around simultaneously with Carly, putting the exclamation point on another joke. Everything about her was so different now...I noticed the soft waves in her hair and the way her lips puckered when she was concentrating. What was even better was the new way I noticed the things that were already there; the countless string of nicknames she had for me, the way her presence just stormed int-
"Hey!"
I snapped out of my thought process just long enough to duck Sam's swipe.
"Cue up the video of the llama rodeo, Freditron."
I nodded to Brad. "You heard the blonde."
Our intern fumbled a bit; he knew what to do, but we'd never called him to do it on the spot when we were live. Luckily, the screen swung out without a hitch, and the llama rodeo video began without a hitch. I zoomed out to catch Carly and Sam's reaction to one of our weirder submissions; I swear they were ready to start rolling on the floor.
"Who knew you could make a llama move that fast with just a pineapple?" Sam could barely get the words out.
"As long as that pineapple wasn't mineapple!" Carly joked.
Sam gritted her teeth. "Yuckkk. No, not even close."
I smiled at Sam's appraisal of Carly's joke. As they went on, I realized that was one of the parts I missed most: Sam's company. We had started off so at odds with each other, but the years passed and now I thought nothing of hanging out with Sam and clicking around the videos on Splashface, or grabbing a smoothie or just sitting around and doing nothing. Before she kissed me, before it got to this weird point, I legit looked forward to those things. Now, I barely saw her unless Carly was around.
I kept the camera steady again as Carly and Sam began dressing up for one of their skits - Her Mother Henry Who Put Spoiled Goats Milk In Her Daughter's Cappuccino. I didn't want this to be it - I didn't want the only time I got to see same was a passing nod in the hallway, or in front of the camera with Carly. I wanted her to be my friend again, to be that same cool and awesome person who I even enjoyed being tortured by. She didn't even do that anymore.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, covertly typing in a text while the girls put on fake beards and set up a breakfast table. Hey Puckett...I started, but reconsidered, clicking the back button on my PearPhone. Sam - I'm sick of the silence. I want to talk to you please.
Sam kept her phone silent and in her bag whenever we filmed, so I'd have to wait to hear back from her. But that was the point; I wanted to hear back from her. I sighed softly and pressed 'Send'.
