Here it is! The Secret Seddie Script! I wrote it in about 30 minutes, so don't get all critical... If you don't know what it is I'm talking about, go to DeviantART and look up, "seddie script". The script and iCarly belongs to Dan Schneider.
Freddie's Perspective
Why does Carly have to nag me? Pester, pester, pester, LEAVE ME ALONE! Rrr...
"Can we just not talk about it?" I ask, trying to get this girl off my back!
"No, we can't just, '...not talk about it...'" she replies, mocking my question. Mocking the fact that I want her to leave me alone...
"But my mom's waiting for me to--"
"I don't care. Are you in love?"
I stare at her. An awkward silence... I don't want to answer... I desperately look to her kitchen table for something—anything—to change the topic on... The chicken pot pie was the first thing my eyes came to.
"So... What was in that chicken pot pie?" I ask, "I mean, I know chicken, obviously, but what other--"
Carly smacks her hands on the table, scaring me for some odd reason, and asks, angry, "Are you in love or not?"
I take a deep breath, and hold my answer off for a couple more seconds. A couple more seconds of... Peace...
But I can't wait that long, so I answer with a simple, "Yes..."
Carly sighs, nervous, hands rubbing her thighs in a nervous way. "But you promised. You promised you wouldn't fall in love with me as long as--"
Wait, what?... "I didn't say I was in love with you..." I swear, I thought she meant...
Carly just stares at me, confused, obviously.
"But, wait... If you aren't in love with me, then who are you in love with?"
I whimper... I don't want to tell her... If I tell her, she'll tell... her... And then, my life will be... Well, twice as hard!
"Freddie? Tell me."
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, grip my hair, all while turning around. "S--" I stop right as I start, because...
I open my eyes... And I scream. Would she get it?!...
The blonde demon just raises an eyebrow, expecting me to continue.
That sneaky devil...
I desperately search my mind at light-speed... "Someone's... Awesome... MACINTOSH!" That's it!
"Someone's awesome Macintosh!"
Sam just laughs. "Wow, dorkwad, you really are that pathetic."
Just then, Spencer comes out... dressed as...Oh, God, Spencer, why?... Anyone but Elvis!
"I'm shakin' for some fried peanut-butter banana sandwich." It is a perfect Elvis Presley impression.
The three of us just stare.
The usual review, please and thanks for reading. :P
