I'm pretty sure that everything that happened during high school started with Homecoming Week of freshman year. Yeah, it did. Ridgeway Junior/Senior High finally caught up with the rest of the country, and split up in two, Rdgeway Middle School and Broadview High School. We were the class of Broadview, so Homecoming was a big deal for the whole school. As always Carly was into promoting iCarly, and Homecoming was the perfect opportunity to do it.
She inlisted us for the Homecoming Commitee, and off we were. I was in Tech Crew, my dream job. Sam was part of Food Production, making sure that the food was edible, and that there was plenty of it. And Carly, well she was in charge of the band.
Ah, the band. I thank God everyday for that particular band.
"I'm home!" Carly screamed, Sam and I followed her.
"Hey guys!" Spencer called out from the kitchen, he had the phone to his ear. "Yeah, I'll call you later, Jeff. Yep, I'll try. 'Kay, bye."
"So what's up?" Carly had said as she went over to the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade.
"Nothing much, except my buddy Jeff." Spencer answered.
"The one with the band?" Sam asked, while she served herself some lemonade.
"Yeah, that one. Only, he manages it now.He needs a gig for his band, and soon, otherwise the record label that wants to sign the band will lose interest." Spencer explained.
"Hey, Carly. Don't you need to book a band for Homecoming next Friday?" I asked, always trying to help her out.
"That's right! I completely forgot about that! Spencer, are they good?" Carly had that flash of intuiton in her face.
"Killer! You guys wanna listen to them?" Spencer walked over to the stereo.
"Sure" All of us agreed.
He put a demo into the CD holder, pushed the little button, and music started playing. The beat was super catchy, the lyrics were spunky and smart, and just perfect.
"Oh my God, Spencer! They're perfect! Can you ask them if they can play at Homecoming?" Carly was shaking with excitement.
"Sure, I'll ask 'em right now." Spencer grabbed the phone and dialed Jeff.
About five minutes later, Spencer gave us the good news. Carly was ecstatic.
"Nice one, dork." Even Sam was grateful.
"Thanks." I said, after all, it was for Carly.
"Thanks so much, Freddie." Carly smiled. "Well, let's go do a web show!"
"Good luck, guys!" Spencer called out while we raced upstairs.
"And that's how you make aluminum foil explode." Sam said to the camera.
"As you probably don't know, next week is Homecoming slash Spirit Week at my school." Carly said.
"So, we're gonna make mini-episodes all next week, so you can see all the crazy stuff they make us do!" Sam grinned excitedly.
"That's right, every day tune into iCarly dot com and see the crazy theme of the day." Carly added.
"And now, to end the show, Carly and I will do handstands singing the Susanna Louisiana theme song for no freaking reason!" Sam and Carly both did handstands and started walking around the studio.
"You get the best of two worlds. Relaxing, keepin' it low, and then you throw on a show." they sung. "You get the best of two worlds. Put it in a blender and you know you got the best of two worlds."
"And... we're clear! Great show, guys!" I complemented, "So we are doing the five mini-shows next week?"
"Yeah, we are." Sam nodded.
"So what's the plan?" I really wanted to know.
"Five minute shorts every day. And we'll just follow the Homecoming/Spirit Week schedule." Sam told me.
"Retro day on Monday, what-the-heck-are-you-wearing day on Tuesday, nerd day on Wednesday, dress-as-a-celebrity day on Thursday, and finally Broadview Spirit day on Friday. We'll just have to pre-record Friday's, or show it in the morning." Carly continued.
"Guess you won't have any trouble at all on Wednesday, huh Fredward?" Sam smirked.
"Sam!" Both Carly and I screamed at her.
"What? It's true." Sam defended herself. God, I truly hate her sometimes.
"Watch it, Sam." Carly warned her. "Come on let's go get some smoothies."
We all walked downstairs, where Spencer and this younger looking dude were talking.
"So, where's the girl that saved my band?" Jeff, I presume, called out to Carly.
"She's right here." Sam shoved Carly up to where Jeff and Spencer were standing.
"Umm, actually Freddie suggested it..." Carly smiled sheepishly.
"Well, I thank both of you. The guys are really hyped up. Last time they played at a high school dance was four years ago for their prom at Belleview High School in San Diego." Jeff told us.
"Didn't the roof at Belleview collapse, like, five years ago?" Sam asked.
"Yep. That was their fault. Well, anyways, the guys need some place to rehearse, because Garrett, the bassist, said that management said they were gonna kick him out of the building if they still practiced there." Jeff rushed, not trying to go into detail about the collapsed roof at Belleview.
"Umm. I'll ask the Ms. Catalan, she's the head of the homecoming comitee, if ya'll could practice at the gym. It's gonna be closed all week long due to Homecoming, we set up while you play. It'll be perfect." Carly smiled, oh, her smile.
"That'll be great. You let me know tomorrow, I gotta get moving." Jeff waved and walked out the door.
"Wow. Umm, he's pretty active." I said, staring at the door.
"Well, yeah. That's Jeff." Spencer shrugged.
"Hey, Spence? We're gonna go get some smoothies. Want anything?" Carly asked, grabbing her oversized tote on the way to the door.
"Yup. Extra large Banana Berry Blitz. With a cookie." Spencer called out.
We walked over to the Groovy Smoothie, our regular post-iCarly tradition. We ordered, were served, and drank, while we talked about typical stuff. iCarly. Homework. Spirit Week. More and more iCarly. Pretty typical stuff. It was getting late, so Sam took a cab to her house, while Carly and I walked to our building.
"So... the Homecoming Dance is next Friday..." I promted, hopeful that Carly maybe had a change of heart.
"Freddie..." Carly looked at me with her "we're-just-best-friends" look.
"I know, I know." You can't blame a guy for trying.
We reached our hall, and she smiled at me. Everytime she smiles like that, it's like she stabs me with a thousand knives. Call me masochistic, but I enjoy the pain.
"G'night." She waves.
"G'night, Carly." I stare wistfully after her.
I won't give up hope.
Yup, it's Homecoming/Spirit Week at my school! And I'm in the mood! So here's a Creddie fic that's been in my mind, just begging to be written. And it's not a oneshot! Surprise, surprise.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own iCarly, or Nathan Kress, for that matter. Though I wish I did.
-Yellow At Heart