iMakeover
Woo-hoo! Another oneshot! From me, I hope that's a good thing. Expect more from me in the future, 'kay? And sorry about the title. It's bad, I know.
Check my profile for a picture of Sam's outfit!
Disclaimer: I Don't Own iCarly. Or any other copyrighted show, for that matter.
Carly POV
"Sam, c'mon out!" I call, "It's almost been half an hour!"
"No! Not ever!" She cries, but not literally – Sam doesn't cry, not usually, but she's been acting differently lately (wanting to change her image – for a boy? A boy who happens to be this skater dude? Where'd that come from??) I wouldn't be surprised if she did.
I sigh. It's hopeless, but she'll have to get out sometime; there's not a meat product in sight in the Shay bathroom (although there is a large collection of miniature rubber ducks [Spencer's, not mine]). I walk dejectedly down the stairs. I spent so much time on making her, in her words, "Soft and girly and weak", now she won't show it off…but hey, it's Sam, right? But this was my greatest work, y'know?!
"What'cha doin', Freddie?" I ask. He's in front of the TV, eyes wide, with his laptop on his lap. Apparently, he was watching the Technology Channel again.
"Shh, shh! They're talking about how to save your computer from common computer viruses including worms and the Trojan virus and also they're talking about the GIMPS!" He said rapidly, and focused back on the screen.
"Ex-cuse me, I'll leave you to your techie worms, gimps, and Trojan wars or whatever…" I said, grabbing an iced tea from the fridge. The TV switched to commercial when I came back.
"So, can you remind me again why you dragged me here?" He asked, putting his laptop down.
"Well, remember when Sam and you had role-play that she liked you?" I reminded him.
"Yeah, I can't forget that paper bag she put over my head then randomly tackled me."
"Yeah, anyways, she wanted me to do a physical makeover, y'know, over appearance?"
"Oh, like clothes and makeup and all that girly stuff, right?"
"Exactly, but she's refusing to come out of the bathroom. It's been an hour now!" I shriek.
"Hey, can't wait to see this," He grinned. He pulled back a camera phone.
"PUT THAT AWAY, BENSON!" Suddenly comes a yell from the bathroom. I sprint to the almost open door and catch it before it closes and yank it all the way open. I grab her hand before she can protest and drag her downstairs.
I pull her down the stairs with much moaning and grumbling. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and clear my throat to get Freddie's attention. He turns around obediently as I drag Sam down closer to Freddie.
Freddie's POV
I went into a state of shock. I opened my mouth to say something, but Sam interrupted me.
"Think before you say it, dork."
"I was just gonna say –" I begin, but Sam interrupts again.
"What were you going to say?" She asks, pulling into my face. I get a full view of her face – bright red lipstick, tan-ish eyeshadow, mascara – the full deal.
I lean back a little. "I was just going to say, you look –"
"Say it," She comes back up to me, hissing.
"Really good," I finish. Now she's shocked. She pulls back out and finally speaks.
"Okay, if you think this looks good, either you're lying or that this dress really is horrible." She replies, "I'm going to take this off."
She's almost halfway up the stairs when I finally react and chase back up after her, hearing a faint call of "Freddie--?" from Carly.
I reach from behind her and spin her around from my grip on her shoulder. She gives me a quick look of shock, then confusion, then shock again when I lean in and kiss her.
And then little did I know that this was all a part of one of Sam's evil (but brilliant) plans.
And little did I know, Carly was filming us that very moment, and we had the most viewers than ever before.
End! Sorry it was abrupt, I wasn't sure how to end it. Hope you liked! Bye!
