Alright. A new story. A new start. Let's see how this pans out!
So for the past week I have been in a growing obsession with a show that's been around for a few years. iCarly.
Yes, it may be a show for pre-teens and yes, I'm still a full-fledged gleek, but omg that show.
I've been looking at the iCarly archive and got inspired to write this. There are not enough Spencer/OC fics out there.
Note: This is directly after iOMG.
Carly, Sam and Freddie were in the studio, doing what they do best.
"Thanks for watching iCarly you crazy nuggets!" Sam practically yelled, her blonde hair tossing around.
"Don't forget to dip your pebble in chocolate when you've got the time!" Carly said seriously, looking in-depthly at the camera. "Ciao!"
"Au revoir!" Sam jumped in front of her, waving her arms in the air. "…yeah, I should never speak French again."
A series of goodbyes and waves were given, as Freddie moved back and stopped the satellite streaming. "And we're clear!" He smiled proudly at himself.
Carly moved her hand upwards to give Sam a high-five, but she declined and ran straight downstairs. She turned to Freddie, who shook his head and packed his camera away.
"How long do you think she was waiting to eat that leftover pudding cup?" Carly mused to herself.
"A long time." Freddie replied. They both laughed and walked downstairs to where Sam would be.
Theme song interlude.
Carly and Freddie hopped down the staircase, while exchanging conversation.
"SSSSSHHHH!" Spencer demanded them. He was sitting on the couch in his art palette pj's, staring intensely at the television, eating Nutter Butters from the bowl on the couch.
"Um. What's up, Spencer?" Carly asked quietly, refraining herself from laughing. He turned towards them, his eyes still wide open and still munching on food.
"Channel surfing. Please don't disturb me." He then purposely flicked his head back to the TV and with his other hand, picked up the remote and flicked through the channels.
Freddie smiled and crossed his arms over. "Why did you want us to be quiet if you're just browsing through channels?"
Spencer sighed heavily and put the audio of mute. "JustletmehavemyfunOKAY."
Then, Carly laughed slightly and said "And you're sure you're 24?" Freddie shook his head, slowly this time. "Hey, where's Sam?"
"Fridge!" Spencer replied quickly.
"Ok then…" She said to herself. Her and Freddie strolled over to the kitchen; they found Sam half-way in the fridge using her fingers to scrape the excess chocolate pudding into her mouth.
"Hey Puckett!" Carly shouted and threw Sam a spoon from the cutlery draw. Of course, Sam didn't hear her, so the spoon hit her head and fell to the ground with a thump!
She turned around slowly and raised her eyebrow. "…did someone hit me with metal?"
They both rolled their eyes and then an awkward silence crept up. This was the first time Sam and Freddie had been in the same room together, without shooting iCarly. Ever since the 'lock-in' at their school, things had never really been the same between them.
They all had nothing to talk about for a few minutes. Even Carly was still in shock from what she saw that night in the classroom. Freddie started to look at the floor, and Sam closed the fridge slowly. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the tension.
"I'll get it!"
"I got it!"
"I'll answer that!"
Of course all three of them wanted to get out of that situation. Freddie was first to the door, however.
He opened it and a delivery man stood in front of him with a package. "Uh, delivery for Ms. Shay?"
"Oh thank God…" She mumbled to herself. "I'm Ms. Shay!" Carly ran up to the door and was about to grab the package when-
"Hold on lil' missy! We need an adult consent." Suddenly, he pointed to Spencer. "That your older brother?"
"Hmm, sometimes." Carly said, half-serious.
"I'll be there in a minute Carls, I just love this carpet advertisement!" His eyes were still glued to the TV, humming to the jingle.
All the kids rolled their eyes and waited. Giving himself a satisfied nod, Spencer turned off the TV and turned around to the doorway. "Now my good man – where shall I sign?" He clapped his hands together and walked over to the man.
"Here.. and here." The man gave Spencer a pen and he quickly scribbled down his signature.
"Thank you. You have a lovely day now!" He waved the man out as he stared at Spencer.
Sam walked over to the package and lent on it, giving Carly a questionable look.
"What the heckoroony is in here?"
"You know that iCarly bit we've been wanting to do for ages, but didn't have the Giant Pacifier?" Carly's face brightened up while saying these words.
"The Giant Pacifier Hop?" Freddie said.
"That's the one!" Carly replied. "Well this is the Giant Pacifier!"
"Hmm, didn't see that one coming." Spencer suddenly said, and Carly glared at him. "Eh, sorry. C'mon, let's open this!"
Carly, Freddie and Spencer looked at the cardboard box and were all thinking: 'What is the best way to do this?' A few seconds later, Sam walked her way back to the kitchen, stopped, and faced the package. She then ran for the box, screaming, with her hands out by her head.
Everyone gave a horrified glare and backed away from her and that box. Within seconds, the top part was open.
"Sam… that was taped down with 5 layers of Duct Tape." Spencer said.
"Well, when your mum dates a professional gift wrapper you learn a few things." She smiled to herself. "Hey… what's with all these key chains?"
"What are you talking about?" Carly walked over to Sam and took a look in the box. "OH MY GOSH!" Carly exclaimed jumping back.
"What?" Freddie and Spencer were shocked, as Spencer assumed the ninja position.
"There is no Giant Pacifier in this box." Sam stated.
"Well, what's in it?" Freddie asked, curious now.
Carly slowly reached inside and scrunched her hand. "Mini pacifier keyrings!" She shouted in anger as she raised her hand to reveal a handful of exactly that.
"Oh the horror!" Sam giggled, and dumped herself on the couch. "So what?"
"Spencer and I ordered this weeks ago – how could they get the order wrong?" She turned to Freddie, her face going red. "How Freddie? HOW?"
"Carls, I'm sure we can come up with a bit using these… tiny… sucky..things." Freddie said reassuringly, as he picked one up. "Plus, these things are kinda cute." He smiled and flicked it so it went through the air quickly.
"Oh, what would you know, you're a boy!" Carly huffed and sat down next to Sam.
"Dude. He's been like that for 3 straight minutes now." Sam watched Spencer, still in his position. "Spencer!" Carly shouted out.
"Huh, what?" He moved now, and his hands were waving through the air. "Stop making weird hand movements – pacifier keyrings are not going to harm us."
"I know… but it's still fun." Spencer was moving in a circle now, Freddie watched weirdly. "Dude, stop that." He stood still, crossed his arms and turned to Freddie. "I can't stop, young Fredson, it's who I am."
Carly and Sam chuckled and she cleared her throat. "You're going to have to return this. Tell that delivery guy I did not order a bunch of baby pacifiers!"
"…keyrings." Freddie mentioned quietly. They looked at him with sore eyes. "Sorry."
"He'd be long gone by now, I'm telling you Carly." Spencer was now playing with a keyring, twirling it around his finger. "Plus, why do I have to return 'em?"
"You signed for it, big brother." Carly put her hands on her hips. "Just… go to Lewbert and he'll deal with it."
"No he won't!" Sam scoffed. "If anything, Lewbert will just make the situation worse."
"Thanks, Sam." Carly rolled her eyes. "Can you please see what you can do?" She turned to him, put her chin in her hands and smiled sweetly. Spencer looked at her, knowing he'd give in anyway.
"AwwwwWW FINE." He shouted. "I'll return the babies play toys!" So he picked up the box, struggled a bit and walked out the door to the lobby.
Carly smiled and turned to Sam, wanting to give her a high-five again.
"…you think there's 100 or so babies waiting for us downstairs too?" She only said.
Carly and Freddie sighed and hoped not.
Musical interlude
"Ahh oww!" Spencer yelped. He was attempting to gracefully walk down the stairs without hurting himself, considering he could not see anything but cardboard.
Lewbert barely noticed his struggle behind the counter, and just kept casually flipping through a magazine.
"Um, Lewbert, buddy? A little help here!" Lewbert only turned his head slightly. "I think you've got it under control." He smiled, made little eye contact and continued to flip.
Spencer stumbled and heaved the box down to the lobby floor, panting as he rose up. "Yep. I'm that good!" He put two thumbs up, with a stretched smile on his face. "Nope? Okay…"
"Are you down here for a reason, or do you just like to brag about your pyjamas?" Lewbert snapped.
"Me? Well.. if I may say, these were the last pair on EBay. I had to-" He stared at Spencer, wanting him to continue. "Right. Um, my sister ordered a Giant Pacifier and we got, like 100 mini ones. Care to check the ordering profile on your computer there?"
"If you stop doing that keyboard thing with your fingers I might." Spencer let him hands fall to his legs and shut his mouth.
"Thanks for that, you freak." Lewbert began typing into his computer, while resting his free hand glumly on his cheek. Suddenly, he began to laugh. Spencer narrowed his eyes and asked "Heh, what's so funny there, Lewb?"
"Oh, see for yourself." He turned to computer screen around. Spencer came up to the desk and read through the information. His eyes widened when he got to the product and the quantity.
Product: Baby Pacifier Keyrings
Quantity: 100
"I entered the wrong information! GAH. Carly's gonna kill me…" Spencer walked back from the computer and his arms came above his head. "Wait… can I get a refund?"
"You signed for them you nutcase." Lewbert shrugged and went on to his magazine. "Take them upstairs, and your noisy self with them too."
He sighed deeply and grabbed the box from underneath.
Ding! The entrance bell rung, as the door swung open. In came a girl, looking anxious and worked up. Her hair was all messy, from what seemed like running around a whole lot.
She came up to the front desk and gasped. Lewbert just gave her a weird look. Meanwhile, Spencer was still trying to get a grip on the box.
"Uh hi! I came in here to use your bathroom yesterday around 2:30pm with my sister, and I think she left her pink beret in here… do you have like a lost and found section? Or maybe.. a section where things are lost by younger sisters who've been to the downstairs bathroom?" She laughed at herself, but noticed he was just staring at her cold turkey. "Hmm, nevermind, stupid joke."
"Let me check then…"
"This is a lot heavier than I thought it would be…" Spencer said. They both ignored him, as he continued to push and lift.
"Nope, sorry. No hat. Buh-bye." Lewbert waved his hand to signal her out. "Jeez, rude much?" The girl mumbled.
"Oh stop, you're just flattering me." Lewbert smiled.
She rolled her eyes and turned around to the door. Spencer finally got the box comfortably in his grasp and began to move around to find the stairs again. The girl wasn't looking out for him and so she crashed into the box Spencer was holding.
"Ahh!" She stumbled over her feet. Spencer knew what he did so he tried to help by dropping the box and catching her. He succeeded. Except the part where it fell on his feet.
He tried to hold in the pain, and not show it. So he just looked at the girl he saved from one big bump on the head.
His heart skipped a small beat. And not because his circulation was slowly getting cut off in his foot. Spencer caught her just in time, and suddenly he slowly pulled her close to him.
She felt herself swallow in her throat and looked up at him slowly and shyly. Her hands were resting on his chest and her hand was on the back of his neck, still holding grip.
He held onto her waist, careful not to let her go. It was silent for a moment. Then their eyes locked.
"God, I-I'm sorry. I'm a total clutz." Spencer realized what he'd done and come back to earth. He let her go carefully, and proceeded to carry the box up the stairs.
"Uh, wait!" She called out, biting her lip. It wasn't like her to talk to strangers… then again it wasn't like her to take an interest in a guy. "It was totally my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going and-"
"Cut this small talk and get out of my lobby!" Lewbert suddenly shouted.
"Thank you Lewbert…" Spencer said, sarcastically. "I'm uh, Spencer by the way. I live in the building."
"Awesome. I'm Kelsey. Just moved here about a week ago. I live a couple blocks down." She smiled, not wanting to further embarrass herself. "I would have moved more across, but I ran out of Leggo." Spencer narrowed his eyes.
"Get it? Blocks… the Leggo blocks. Um, wow, that was embarrassing." He just smiled. "Sorry, I have a tendency to say random, weird things…"
"It's alright, me too. I drink milk in the shower!" Kelsey laughed and nodded her head slowly. "Awesome."
"He's also never been with a woman for a really long ti-"
"THANK YOU Lewbert…" That shut him up.
"Well I should uh, go. Nice talking to you." And after that, Kelsey was out the door, leaving Spencer alone with a doorman.
He smiled to himself all the way to the loft, wishing he'd gotten her number.
Hmm, did the ending seem bad? I wrote the last 300 words at midnight, so sorry if it ended so abruptly!
Do you want me to write more? Well then review of course!
Although no matter what you do I will write more but support would be nice :)