It was Wednesday, June 23, 2010 at 10:26 P.M. I had just got out of Sam's moms car and I was ambling up the walkway to the apartment. I pushed the doors open.
"WHAAAATTTTTT?", I was welcomed by an angry Lubert. But when was he not angry?
"Can't you see that I'm working?"
"I'll try to be more quiet next time," I told him, not really meaning it.
"Good!", he grunted.
"Hmph!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed. Then, he threw vase that had been sitting on his desk at me. Luckily, I ducked just in time.
"What was that for? You could've killed me! Then you would've gone to jail. I could call the police and send you to jail for attempt of murder or abuse or whatever."
"Gooooooo!", he yelled.
"Fine.", I said as I made my way to the elevator. I pushed the button, and imediately, it came down and the doors opened. I got in and pushed the 'up' button and then hit the '15' key for the floor.
"Hey Lubert!" I said as the doors were closing.
"Whaaaaaatttttt?"
I stuck out my tongue at him.
Then he got really mad and screached like an angry gorilla who just had his bananas taken away from him and he threw something at me, I couldn't make out what, but it was big.
Then the elevator took off. The object hit the spot where I was just standing and then it went down to the basement. Perfect, I thought.
"I'm home!" I announced to Spencer.
"Okay", he said back.
Knock knock knock. "Hey, it's me, Freddie." of course it is, i thought. "Let me in!"
"Okay, hold on, I said as I was walking to find a robe. I was in a tank-top and shorts, and I did not want Freddie to see me like this. "I'm coming!", I said as I unlocked the door.
"Hey," he said. "I was just working on some stuff for iCarly and I found this really cool thing that makes - ...why are you in a robe?"
"It's chilly.", I implied.
"But it's 87 degrees outside..?
"Well I'm cold!"
"Ummmm, okay then.", he said with a shrug. "So what have you been up to?"
"Not much," I stated, thinking. "I went to Groovy Smoothies, Lava-Lipgloss, and to Build-A-Bra today. YOu?"
"Ew, Build-A-Bra. Why do girls want to make their own bra?"
"Do you really want me to tell you?"
"No."
"Good, cuz you don't wanna know."
"Okay then. So where's Sam?"
"I dunno. You want me to call her?"
"No way, the last thing I want is for Sam to be here."
"Why do you hate her so much?", I asked.
"Because...? She's a twisted, psychotic demon-child."
"Oh, please. Sam's not that bad. And she's not psychotic. Norma is."
"She is too 'that bad'", he said, mocking me. "And true that about Norma. That chick was crazy!"
"I know right? I mean she has a pet chicken! A chicken! Normal people have puppies and kitties or maybe a turtle, but no, not Norma. She has a chicken."
"Why do you hate chickens?", he asked?
"They freak me out. They stare at you, Freddie. They're creepy."
"And you say I'm weird."
"I'm weird for being creeped out by a chicken? Thanks," I said sarcastically. "And when have I ever called you weird?"
"Uhhhhh..."
"Yeah."
"Okay, okay. Sorry."
"Good. Now what about iCarly?"
"What?"
"When you first cam in you said something about you found this thing...?"
"Oh, yeah! It makes your heads way bigger than your bodies."
"Great. Because all I've ever wanted in life is an abnormally-sized head."
"Oh, shush. It's cool!"
"I'm sure it is, Freddie."
