A/N: So I saw this awesome 100 Word Challenge, via MackenzieGirl, and decided to try it. In lieu of my AWESOME 100 reviews on iBet Sam, I decided it was time to try one of those 100 word things. So yup. :)
Oh yeah, and I'll try to post as often as I can. Some days, you might get four, some days you will get none. All depends on my homework, and considering my private school likes to SQUISH ITS STUDENT'S BRAINS, we get like four hours of homework a night. Ugh. And most likely expect these stories on the weekend, mmk?
Love to all. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: Do not own iCarly, nor the characters, nor PETA. :) Oh yeah, and all of them are like, 16/17ish. Mmk? Like, junior or senior year of high school.
First Word: Kittens
"Sam, no—"
"Benson, will you shut up?" Sam growled, yanking the forks from my hand.
"No, you will not eat kittens for breakfast, it's just not right!"
"It's fine, people used to do it all the time," she shrugged, plopping down on Carly's vinyl chair.
"Yeah, like cavemen. Thousands of years ago. And they were like, panthers."
"So? Same thing."
"Not really."
"BENSON! I. SAID. BE. QUIET. You will do as I say."
"Puckett, you can't do this, it's not right!" My voice dwindled off as she reached into the box on the floor, and pulled out a suspiciously furry creature that was meowing piteously. An evil glint in Sam's eye flashed as she set the kitten down on the plate. It's tiny little paws slid on the plate as a low chuckle escaped Sam's throat. She raised her fork, and—
"Okay, we're all good here." Carly set down the camera, flipped a switch, and walked over to us. "Sam, personally, I think that's a little too graphic for our viewers. I mean, eating kittens? We want to encourage viewers to watch, not make them want to call PETA."
I nodded my approval. "Carly's right. I mean, what in hell made you suggest this?"
She shrugged as she grabbed the remote control stuffed animal and flipped the switch, turning it off. "I dunno, I've always wanted to try a cat. They seem meaty."
"This is just weird, even if it is for our teenage segment," I started, as Spencer ran into the room.
"SAM, YOU MAY NOT EAT KITTENS IN MY HOUSE!" He panted, clutching his chest with one hand and a box of Kleenex in the other.
"She's not. It's for our teenage segment." Carly said bluntly, shrugging.
"Your what?" Spencer deadpanned, staring at us.
I proceeded to explain. "There's this new section of the website I created, with the girls and I just doing really random dares and weird stuff. But like, older, more advanced stuff. Innuendo jokes. Horror commercials. Creepy stuff. Remember? We came up with that idea last year, but we just now implemented it into the website. And that proving your age and all that? Remember? We told you two days ago."
Spencer stared at us blankly. "Oh," he said quietly, looking at Sam.
"So...she's not gonna eat a kitten?"
I smirked and stuck my hands into my pockets, giving Sam a sly look.
"No," Carly sighed, pushing Spencer out of the room, "She won't, don't worry."
"Mmmm...okay," Spencer said, with a guarded tone, "Just make sure we don't have a repeat of last week. Okay?"
Carly nodded solemnly as I slipped Sam a high-five.
I'm pretty sure none of us will ever forget last week.