We're just a bunch of insane Seddiers from Tumblr who want to write the best iCarly Prom Fanfiction Ever.
Authors are: Rachim4, Lakin5, Arika Allred, SeddiePurple, Once-upon-a-December, Sarah, Geneation-Love, and sleepuntiltomorrow
Disclaimer: WE DON'T own iCarly. If we did, Seddie would still be together.
Chapter One
Carly's POV:
It was a Monday morning a few months after Sam and Freddie broke up. Things were almost back to normal. Sam was being meaner to Freddie, just like the old days.
"Carly Shay to the principal's office!" Ms. Briggs said through the loud speaker, causing everyone to jump. I soon shut my locker and realized it was probably about when Sam started the food fight in lunch the other day. I walked into the Principal's office and saw Ms. Briggs shut the door behind her.
"Tell her, Principal Franklin," she said in that evil tone of her's that seemed to summon the demons from the pits of hell.
"Ms. Shay, please sit down," Principal Franklin said in a monotone as he placed his elbow on his desk.
"Principal Franklin, whatever happened yesterday wasn't..." I started to say, but he cut me off.
"I'm not here to talk about the food fight Jeremy started when he threw that burger at the lunch lady," he stated.
"What was she brought in here for then?" Ms. Briggs demanded, practically yelling in my ear.
"Well, I was getting to that," he said. "Carly, I'm putting you in charge of organizing this year's prom."
My eyebrows raised quickly. I was a little shocked, yet excited. "Really?"
Principal Franklin nodded his head simply.
I stood there, in a daze, thinking for a moment.
"You can leave now Carly," Principal Franklin said.
"Hmmm?" I mumbled, "Oh, yeah, sorry!" I hurried out of his office, my mind filled with ideas; the possibilities were endless. I planned to make this year's prom the most romantic and memorable night of me and all my classmate's lives.
I ran back to my locker, hoping to see Sam there, and sure enough, there she was, taking a large box of fat cakes out of her locker.
"Hey Sam!" I said, grinning.
"Sup, Carls?" Sam mumbled through a mouthful of fat cake.
"Guess what? Principal Franklin put me in charge of the prom this year!"
Sam stopped chewing her fat cake for a moment. "Oh, that's cool, I guess. It means the stupid prom won't be as lame as I thought it would be."
"Oh Sam, prom isn't lame! It's fun and exciting and romantic!"
"Prom is for saps."
I opened my mouth to say something, but changed my mind. "Prom will be fun, just you wait and see."
Swallowing her piece of fat cake goodness, Sam rolled her eyes. "For some reason, I doubt that."
"Oh, come on. You'll have a good time," I told her optimistically.
"Like someone would even ask me," Sam said.
I didn't know quite what to say at first. "Well... you don't technically need a date. You can still have a good time with or without one."
Sam shrugged it off. She didn't want to talk about it anymore, it was obvious. I could see it on her face as she took a large bite into her fat cake.
*Later after school*
"Come on Spencer, please?" I begged.
"No, I don't want to help with the decorations for your little prom." Spencer repeated.
"Fine. I guess I will have to deal with Wendy and her idea of knife theme." I said, frowning.
"I wanna do it!" Spencer yelled at me, jumping up in glee.
"Thanks, Spence." I smiled at him in victory. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door, followed by Freddie walking in.
"I'm going to get my book club ladies to help!" Spencer declared, grabbing his coat off the rack and bolting past Freddie.
"Spencer... No..." Carly tried to say but he had already left.
"Ready to rehearse for iCarly?"
"Yep, let's go," I said, heading over to the stairs with Freddie behind me.
We walked in the studio where Sam and Gibby were waiting for us. Gibby was sitting on the floor playing with liquid soap, and Sam was sitting on top of the car watching Gibby while she sipped her root beer. She looked very uninterested.
"Okay, let's start rehearsal," Freddie called out.
"Wait," I said, "I've told Sam this, but I haven't said anything to you or Gibby yet. I'm going to be in charge of organizing the prom this year. I'm so excited, I can't wait."
Freddie smiled. "Wow, that's awesome."
"Is it going to be a liquid soap theme?" Gibby asked me with a serious look on his face. I just stared back at him.
"Oh, don't be silly!" I said.
"Can I dress as Elvis?" Gibby asked me with that same look.
"No!" I yelled at him.
"We can wear tuxes, right?" Gibby asked. I was really getting irritated with his questions by now.
"Yes that's what you wear at proms, Gibby!" I yelled, exasperated.
"Then I take the Elvis thing as a maybe!" Gibby protested, sticking his chest out.
"Can we just start rehearsals?" Freddie asked, picking up his camera and eyeing up Sam, who happened to look up at that very moment.
I noticed Sam's body tense up a bit, as she looked into his dark eyes and got up. "Yeah, Mama is going to the mall with Wendy to run up and down the wrong escalators." Sam said, swaggering over to me.
"But what about rehearsals?" I asked, slightly panicking.
"We will do them later." Sam replied.
"No, now. We don't have time later. My model train club meets tonight. Today's meeting is about 1975 trains and 1976 trains!" Freddie said excitedly, as though he was learning about the latest lip-gloss flavor at Glitter Gloss.
"Fine... but make it quick!" Sam groaned at Freddie.
We practiced the bit where we were banana's playing soccer and everything went according to plan.
*Middle of the School Day; Tomorrow*
Sam's POV:
I stood by my locker, eating ribs, when my best friend, Carly, approached me.
"Hey, Sam," She greeted sweetly.
"Hey, Carls," I answered.
"Do you have a date for the prom yet?" She asked hopefully, opening her locker.
"Come on, it's only been a day! Besides, it's not like I'm interested in taking a date," I answered, annoyed. I hoped she wouldn't catch the look of desire in my eyes that would indicate that I secretly wished a certain nub would ask me. However, I knew that would never happen.
"Hey ladies," The hot, wannabe, every girl's dream boy, Ian McRobin interrupted us before Carly could reply.
I rolled my eyes and looked up at him. "Hey, Ian," I said dully. He was probably here to ask Carly to the prom.
"Hey Pretty Puckett," Ian smirked, and it took all my will power not to barf.
Carly smiled widely.
"Will you go to the prom with me, if you're up for it?" He asked casually.
I opened my mouth to reply 'no' when Carly elbowed me hard in the ribs.
"Yes, I'll go with you to the prom," I said, finishing the sentence. Besides, he is hot and has muscles, and Mama likes muscles combined with British accents.
Ian winked at me and said, "I'll talk to you later then." as he walked away from us.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you guys," Carly cheered.
"Oh, hey Carly!" Anita, one of the most annoying chicks from the cheer squad came up to us. I was surprised, because they never talk to us.
"So Carly, I was thinking for prom we do a cheerleading theme! Unless you already have a theme planned... um... at least make it have pom-poms!" She said bouncing up and down.
"I don't even have a theme yet. I was going to talk to the prom committee after school and think of a theme." Carly replied, shutting her locker.
"Then make it cheer theme and some of us can help you if you need it," Anita Bonita insisted.
"Sure, you guys can help meet up after school. The event is being held in the Hilton Seattle!" Carly said.
"Oh, well, keep the cheer theme in mind, Carly!" Anita Bonita noted eagerly, as she left for her next class, her golden ponytail bouncing as she walked away.
"Finally she's gone." I said turning my attention back to Carly.
Carly's smile was so huge, I thought her cheeks would explode.
"You got a date, you got a date," She sung.
"Stop it... you're making me want to take it back!" I grumbled at her, annoyed.
"Okay, I'll stop," Carly said playfully, poking me.
Carly POV:
"I got to go to class Carly! I'll catch up with you later!" Sam yelled, walking away towards her class.
"You and Wendy are coming to the meeting right?" I yelled back, hoping to catch her.
"Maybe. Only to laugh at the ideas you guys get and to suggest giant golf balls and knives," Sam retorted, walking up the stairs to her class.
Soon I saw a familiar face walking up to me, smiling.
"Hey Brad!" I said, trying hard not to stare into his beautiful chocolate eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked, leaning onto my locker.
"Yeah, 'course," I answered. "What do you need?"
Brad was just about to say something when a bunch of nerds walked up to me and stood next to Brad.
"Hey guys, is the AV Cart too heavy to push again?" Brad asked, turning to the scrawny nubs next to him.
"No. We're actually here to ask Carly something about prom," The shorter one said.
"Yeah, we have an idea!" The taller one said, pushing his glasses, which were taped together, up on the bridge of his nose.
"I have to take this, Brad. You're still coming to the meeting though?" I said looking up into his deep chocolate eyes.
Brad sighed lightly, "Yeah, of course I'm coming."
"Oh, and bring fudge, or Sam will get mad! And you and your tech friends promised to help with lighting, special effects, and setting up the music!" I said smiling at him.
Brad chuckled, "I'll bring the fudge, and if my 'tech friends' can't make it I'll let them know what we're in charge of."
"WE'RE AVAILABLE!" The two boys yelled.
"And we can get the others to join; under one condition," the tall one said.
"What condition?" I said looking at them with confusion.
"You have to find us dates, preferably of the cheerleader variety. We also want lasers at the dance!" The short one blurted out, jumping up.
"Well, come to the meeting tonight and there will be cheerleaders. We can talk about the lasers there. It's right after school at the Seattle Hilton. Don't be late!" I said.
Brad opened his mouth to finish what he was going to ask me earlier.
"Brad, sorry, I have to go to class. I'll talk to you tonight!" I cut him off as he was about to speak. It probably could wait; right now, I had to think of a theme. Hmmm...
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