25 things to do in an elevator
First iCarly story, a collection of short oneshots based on a list my friend sent me years ago.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, I wouldn't be writing this if I did.
Sam stood in the lobby, waiting for the perfect moment to put her plan into action, aware of the disapproving glances coming from Lewbert, whom was sitting at his desk, pretending to be occupied the few times she moved her glare to face him.
She smirked as she watched Freddie enter the building, stepping onto the elevator alone.
Quickly, she jumped onto it, heading past him and leaning against the back of it as the door closed, he turned for a second, sighing as he rolled his eyes and took a step forwards, widening the gap between them as he turned back to face the doors.
Slowly, Sam reached out, tapping him on the shoulder before viciously snatching her hand back to her, dropping it by her side as he turned around.
"Why tap me on the shoulder?" he asked her, "I'm not letting you get to me today,"
"Who tapped you on the shoulder?" she questioned in reply, feigning innocence as she shot him a confused look.
"YOU did!" He exclaimed, waving his arms towards her in emphasis.
"No I didn't," she claimed, "I think I'd remember tapping you on the shoulder,"
"You're the only other person on the elevator," he pointed out, "there's no one else it could have been,"
"Maybe you imagined it," she retorted, smiling creepily, "maybe it was a ghost,"
"I didn't imagine it," he insisted, "and it wasn't a ghost, it was you,"
"It wasn't me," she replied, "what reason could I possibly have to tap you on the shoulder?"
"To mess with me," he answered, "just like you always mess with people, that's why you got on here when I did,"
"What?" she smirked, "You think I hung out in the lobby, waiting for you to get back, just so I could get on an elevator with you and tap you on the shoulder, that'd be stupid Freddie, like you,"
"But it's what you'd do," he shot back, "you'll do anything to mess with my head,"
"I don't go round tapping people on the shoulder," she told him as the door opened and they both stepped out, "you must have imagined it,"
"I didn't imagine it," he repeated as they turned a corner, walking the now short distance to their friend Carly's apartment, "How does a person imagine physical contact?"
"I don't know," Sam explained as she opened the door of Carly's apartment without knocking, as she always did, "You're the one that did, you tell me,"
"I didn't imagine it," he continued to insist, now clearly frustrated.
"Didn't imagine what?" Carly asked as she looked up at them from the sofa.
"Freddie thinks I went out of my way to tap him on the shoulder," Sam explained, sitting down next to her friend.
"You did!"he exclaimed yet again, "she tapped me on the shoulder in the elevator when there was no one else there, and then said it wasn't her,"
"Sam?" Carly questioned her friend.
"I didn't," Sam tried assuring, "It's like I said to him, he's imagining physical contact,"
"Who does that?" Freddie quizzed, frustration still shining through.
"You," Sam answered back, "Clearly,"
"I did not," Freddie shot back, "It was you,"
"GUYS," Carly called, attempting to stop the fight, rolling her eyes as it continued, causing her to call out again, "GUYS,"
The bickering died down as they both looked at her, evidently a little annoyed at her interruption.
"Sam, why did you tap Freddie on the shoulder?" She asked, continuing as Sam tried to interrupt her, "Don't deny it, I know you too well,"
"Because I could," Sam answered proudly, "Is it my fault that he's easy to wind up,"
"You're a horrible person," Freddie commented, "She's a horrible person,"
"Only to you," Sam informed him, "don't be a dork,"
"I'm not a dork," he argued back, "why do you always call be a dork?"
Carly sighed as she rolled her eyes again, turning up the volume on the TV as her friends continued to fight.
Most of these will be short, considering the list they are based on.
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