Chapter 1
Spencer's POV
"Fredweeb! Give it back!" Sam yelled, chasing a frantic Freddie around the living room.
"No! First, you need to apologize!" Freddie demanded, holding Sam's turkey leg away from her.
"Apologize for what? It's not my fault your mom treats you like a two-year old!" Sam scorned.
"You still have no right to say all that stuff about her!" Freddie said defensively. He's become really brave lately. I've never seen anyone else stand up to Sam like that and get away with it.
"But she never lets you do anything! I was really excited to do iCarly at the beach, but now we can't!" Freddie's mom had said something about sharks, sunburns, and sand rashes in places you would never imagine.
"Well you can't expect me to get everything I want, just because you do!" Yikes. He really shouldn't have said that. Sam's eyes raged in fury and she charged toward Freddie. He seemed to regret everything. "Uh, Sam? I didn't mean that! I'm sorry!"
"You think I have it easy! You wouldn't last a day in my life!" Sam ran full speed and leaped forward into the floor dragging Freddie down with her. She snatched the turkey leg out of his hand and used it to slap him across the face. This is way better than cable.
"Sam! Sam, stop it! I'm sorry! I really didn't mean that! I was just… I don't know what I was thinking!" Freddie pleaded while being smacked by Sam. She seemed satisfied by this because she got up and sat on the couch, eating her turkey leg as if nothing had happened.
"You are a monster!" Freddie accused, slowly standing up and grimacing in pain. Then, he looked over at me, probably expecting to see me hard at work on my new giant tissue box sculpture.
"You've been watching us fight this whole time and you didn't even try to stop her!" Freddie pointed toward Sam who was still enjoying her turkey leg.
"I'm just a person!" I yelled, then ran into my room. For some reason I love to see those two together, even when they're fighting. I would never tell anyone though, or else they might think I'm crazy. It's pretty fun watching them. They're so cute!
Suddenly an ear-piercing alarm sounded, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked around calmly trying to figure out what was going on when I suddenly recognized the sound from when I set the Christmas tree on fire. And the stove. And the fish bowl. And… ok we got the point! I set lots of things on fire, but this time it wasn't me! At least I don't think it was.
I ran down the stairs and saw a number of things happening at once. Freddie examining my now flaming tissue box sculpture, Carly running around frantically, and Sam anxiously eating her turkey leg and pacing back and forth.
"Spencer!" Freddie screamed, "Your wires for the glowing tissue box sculpture were arranged really poorly, causing the…"
"Help! The fire extinguisher is stuck!" Carly interrupted yanking on the extinguisher stuck between some sculptures.
"Spencer!" Freddie yelled again, "Who gave you the idea to plug the wires into the extra voltage power outlet? The whole building could catch on fire!"
"Nobody needs your techy nerd stuff right now Benson! The whole building could be on fire!" Sam screamed. I rushed over to Carly and helped her move stuff around to free the fire extinguisher. I used it on the fire but to my horror it made the flames grow!
"Why is it doing that?" I yelled in frustration. Suddenly the apartment door flew open and in came an extra cranky Lewbert.
"GET OUT! The building is on fire!" He yelled as if we didn't already know that, "Get out right now!"
We all ran down the stairs and waited outside with the rest of the people living in Bushwell Plaza and watched our building burn.
