He Saved My Life
A/N: So I was watching iCarly and saw the new episode iSaved Your Life and BOOM! The idea hit me, I hope you all like it! First short chapter, I know. But it gets the point across.
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Summary: Based off of iCarly's iSaved Your Life. "You know all the magazines are saying you're a hero." "I don't really think I look like a hero." He chuckled and I cringed at the bandages wrapped around his head. "Well you do look like one, to me."
SPOV
It was a normal show night. We had just finished our new sketch "Casper The Friendly Toast"… don't ask. Sadly the Fro-Yo machine in the cafeteria was all out of yogurt, so my cast mates guilt tripped me into going down to Arcadia to get us all mushies. They kept saying things like "Oh, we let that whole watching Mackenzie Falls thing slid," and "Do you know how many times we've done things for you?" Tawni of course used her usual excuse "I'm too pretty." So I was suckered into going downtown for them. To make the situation worse, my car had broken down in the parking lot that morning and my mom wasn't getting off of work for an hour or so, so I was forced to go to Arcadia on foot.
It was a foggy night. You know that creepy fog that you can actually see moving around in the wind. I walked out the door of Condor Studios and palm trees lined my path even though I could only see about two rows of palm trees in front of me. The wind whipped my hair around my face and I was getting annoyed. I looking down at the sidewalk and atarted walking faster. I rounded the corner and looked up to see Arcadia's lights shining on the other side of the street.
CPOV
"Haha, yes. Ok, sir. Bye!" I called over my shoulder as I excited Arcadia. I hated production meeting. The one day a month where everyone from Mackenzie Falls go out for dinner at Arcadia to discuss how amazing our show is. It's not that I don't like people basking in my greatness. It's just that this has been going on year after year and the same things always happen. We all exchange small talk about how high our ratings our, then our director cracks some lame jokes and we all fake laugh. Everything's always the same. Nothing new or exciting ever happens.
I hadn't realized how foggy it was outside until now. I barley could make up the palm trees across the street from me. That's when I was her. Her brown hair being flung into her face as she desperately tired to brush it away. I heard her knee high black boots hit the asphalt compared to the truck zooming right towards her with no intention to stop. I didn't think. I didn't need to think. I was relying one hundred percent on instinct as I ran into the street.
SPOV
Almost there Sonny, almost there. I looked down at the ground holding my hair back. I faintly heard a roar approaching me. I brushed the thought out of my mind thinking it was just a plane flying overhead. It was hard to hear anything over the wind, but I did. I heard one person's voice crystal clear. "Sonny!" the voice cried desperately. What? I looked up to see a blond blob running towards me. I turned to my right as the roar was becoming deafening. There was a truck speeding towards me, only yards away. There was no time to scream as it hit me. At first I thought it was the truck, but the force came from a different direction. As fast as the weight hit, it vanished. I flew backwards and hit the ground causing pain to jolt through me. I heard the trucks breaks screech and the driver's swearing words. I opened my eyes and stared up at the sky. I quickly sat up and saw an object laying behind the truck. That wasn't just an object, it was a person. And this was not just any person. This was person that had blond hair matted down with sweat. This person had shiny blue eyes under his closed eyelids.
"Chad!" I cried. I scrambled to get on my feet. As I ran over to him tears came to my eyes. His body was spiraled out in an odd shape and he had a large gash on his forehead that was spilling out blood. His usually perfect white shirt had powdered black dust in spotty areas all over it. "No, no." I kneeled down next to him. How could he do this… how could he save me? The figure suddenly let out an uneasy moan. I exhaled the breath I was holding. He's alive.
"Sonny," the voice crooked out. Tears spilled down my cheeks and I took one of his hands carefully.
"Chad." My voice came out quietly. I yelled over to the truck driver. "Call 911!" He nodded and dialed his phone. I looked back down at Chad, taking my jacket off and pressing it against his forehead. "Thank you."