Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, or any of the characters on it.
Author's Note: So, this story starts out slightly…misleading. Haha, next chapter you'll understand. :D I'll still be updating my other story of course, but I got this idea last night before I went to sleep, and I wrote it down on a paper to remember it- and I just had to write it today. Hope you like it, it'll be about…nine to ten chapters, I think.
"I really, really, really, really, really, really-," Carly started, but Sam merely rolled her eyes. "We get it!" she said, though a grin was on her face as she looked at her friend, who merely rolled her eyes. Freddie protested immediately, coming to the defense of his 'true love.' "Let her say whatever she wants to- if she wants to say fifty really annoying reallys, let's hear her out," he said, folding his arms as he stared sternly at Sam.
Carly merely frowned. "Well, as much as I want to finish up with my annoying reallys!" she snapped, and Freddie dropped his hands to his side as Sam stood up next to him. They exchanged a nervous look. Carly could be quite terrifying when she was angry. They stayed quiet then, giving her reassuring smiles to let her know that they wanted her to continue- though it was a lie for both of them.
"I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to go to Hawaii guys!" she exclaimed, and they both looked at each other and sighed. Lately Carly had been extremely preoccupied with raising money and going to Hawaii- Spencer made it worse, constantly relaying stories to her of times he had gone, and speaking of how wonderful it was.
Sam knew it was her best friend's dream to go to Hawaii, but it still annoyed her. "Sorry cupcake, but neither us nor your brother have got the moolah for that kind of trip," she said, and Freddie sighed, nodding. "It would be overly expensive for a trip for us to go to Hawaii," he agreed, and Sam rolled her eyes.
"Can't you just talk like a normal person?" she demanded, but all he did was glare at her. Carly just rolled her eyes- she was more than just used to their fighting. She went into their kitchen, getting some iced tea.
"I have a plan, actually. A great, fantastic plan to get us going to Hawaii!" she said enthusiastically. Freddie and Sam sighed as they followed her in. Sam hopped onto a barstool, resting her head on her propped up arms as she stared at Carly. "Okay, Carls, if you've got such a great idea- shoot!" she said, and Carly smirked.
"Well," she started, and the smile on Freddie and Sam's face died out. Carly's plans always made them nervous. "I was thinking that if we had an iCarly sponsored car wash, we would get loads of money! Then we'd have more than enough to get us four to the wonderful beaches of Hawaii," she said with a dramatic hand motion, pronouncing Hawaii strangely.
Sam's first instinct was to laugh, but she closed her eyes, trying not to. Carly still noticed this though, and folded her arms, glaring at her friend. "Sorry, sorry. It's not the idea I'm laughing at- it's just…you," she said, and Carly rolled her eyes.
"Look, cupcake, I'm all in for getting us four…well, I'm all in for getting me, you, and Spence to Hawaii and getting a dog cage to ship Fredward in, but we'd have to be charging a lot of cash per car to get the four of us to Hawaii," she said, and Freddie gave her a dirty look, his eyes narrowed.
"I hate to agree with Sam- but she's right," he said though, another loud sigh escaping him. "We'd have to charge way too much per car- and nobody is going to pay a lot just for a car wash from us," he mumbled, shaking his head. Sam rolled her eyes, knowing he was only upset because he had to go against Carly and agree with her instead.
Carly sighed, but then her face brightened up again quickly. "Well, I have another great idea! We'll do the carwash and take donations from our viewers! I bet they'd love to help us out! Plus, I have some money saved up from my birthday," she said smugly, and Sam jumped up. "Whoa, you got tons of cash on your birthday. You saved it all?" she asked, surprised. She wouldn't have been able to have enough self control to keep all that to herself for that long, that was for sure.
"Mhm. So, what do you guys think?" Carly asked. The smug expression disappeared from her face as nervousness replaced it. Carly's biggest fear was rejection- Freddie and Sam knew that very well. They exchanged a glance with each other several times, mulling it over in their heads before a grin lit up Freddie's face, and a smirk lit up Sam's.
"Way to go Carls, we'll be in Hawaii in no time!" she said enthusiastically, and Carly hugged her. "Yay!" she said cheerfully, though she had had no doubt that her best friend would like her plan anyways.
Freddie smiled at her, nodding. "Yeah, you always have great plans Carly," he said, and Sam rolled her eyes, pushing him away from her and her best friend.
"Freddork, why don't you stop dreaming about your 'perfect girl' and realize that she will never love you?" she asked, and Freddie glared at her, his eyes narrowed. "Why don't you-," he started, but Carly quickly grabbed the spray bottle from on top of the fridge and sprayed each of them in the face.
Freddie glared at Sam and she glared at him as they both wiped their faces with their sleeves. "Sam, apologize," Carly said, her expression very stern. Sam rolled her eyes and winced as if she were approaching the date of her death sentence, but she finally managed to spit out- not exactly to Freddie, but in his direction- "I'm not really sorry, Fredward," she said, coughing through not really.
Carly just rolled her eyes. "Besides, Freddie's mom told me what his 'perfect girl criteria' is, and I don't fit that," Carly smirked, and Freddie's jaw dropped. "My mom told you about that?" he demanded, and Carly and Sam instantly started laughing at him, though he tried to stop them.
"You…YOU! have a perfect girl criteria. Why would a perfect girl date a baboon like you, anyways?" Sam asked, still laughing. Freddie tried to ignore her, but he shouted out eventually, "I am not a baboon!"
Sam ignored him, hopping up onto the counter as she turned to Carly. "So, what's the tech weenie's criteria, Carls?" she asked, and Carly shot a glance at Freddie. "Well, she has to be his height-," "Don't worry Freddie, even midgets find love- but I have never seen a midget as ugly as you," Sam added on, and Freddie glared at her.
"She has to have long hair- he likes long hair," she said, and Sam glanced at her friend's shoulder length hair, and at Freddie, who only came up to her friend's forehead. "Wow, Freddork, I thought you'd model your criteria completely after Carly, not the opposite of her." "I'm not looking for the perfect girl, I just said-," he started, but Carly interrupted him.
"I think I fit in like, two of these- she has to be independent, smart, get along with his mom- and most of all," Carly said, and Freddie groaned, turning away in embarrassment. "She has to like some of the stuff he likes. That's when his mom explained that he had such 'diverse' interests that it's very hard to find a girl like that," Carly nodded, and Sam burst out laughing.
"Keep dreaming, Fredward," she snickered, and he glared over at her as she hopped off the counter, heading up the stairs as the other two followed her to make the iCarly show asking for donations.