This is my first ever crossover and I wrote this a while ago. I hope it turned out okay and I also hope everyone likes it! ^_^ Enjoy! =D
"AND THAT'S THE END of this segment of 'What am I... Licking?'!" Carly exclaimed.
Sam pushed the chubby boy who was standing beside her out of veiw of the camera. "Okay, you can go home now, Gibby," she said with a bored voice. "I can't believe you made me lick your dirty pair of sneakers!" Gibby complained. "I'll get you back!" "Don't hurt yourself," Sam replied. Gibby stormed out of the room.
Carly laughed. "And now," she started. "Time for 'the Spit Take'!" Sam grabbed a glass of water and held some water in her mouth. "Hey Sam," Carly said. "Guess what I put in your bra yesterday when you had a sleepover?" Sam looked at her questionably. "A cheese cake and some ice cream!" Carly exclaimed. Sam spit out the water.
"Hey!" Freddie complained. "What?" Carly asked. "She spit on me!" Carly tried not to laugh. "Just what I was aiming for," Sam said carelessly. "Anyway," Carly changed the subject. "Thank you all for watching iCarly!" "Be sure to come back to our website again!" Sam paused. "Or else..." She held her fist up to the camera. Then she made a funny face. "Bye!" Carly exclaimed, waving to the camera. Freddie turned the camera off record. Carly and Sam sat down on some beanbag chairs.
"Good job, you guys," Freddie said. "Now what do you wanna do?" Sam shrugged. "Dunno. I brought a movie for Carly and I to watch, but... I guess you could stay and watch it, too, Fredward." "Sure. I might watch part of it. But I gotta get home. My mom wanted me to get all the dirt out from under my fingernails and toe nails before I go to bed. She just bought me new sheets. She hates it when I get them dirty," Freddie answered. "Really?" Sam asked, sounding excited. "Yeah," Freddie replied, happy that Sam cared for once. "I don't care," Sam said. Freddie rolled his eyes.
"What movie did you bring?" Carly asked. Sam pulled a DVD out of her backpack and handed it to Freddie. "The... Outsiders?" Freddie asked. "Yup. Have either of you seen it before?" Sam answered. Carly shook her head. "No; is it good?" Freddie asked. "Well, if you'd quick talking, you'd find out. Wouldn't you?" Sam said. Freddie sighed and put the DVD into the computer. "It should connect right up to the screen up there," he said, pointing at the big screen on the wall. The movie started to play and Freddie took his spot beside Carly in another beanbag chair.
A few minutes into the movie, Sam saw Dallas Winston talking about his old girlfriend who was two-timing him while he was in jail. Sam smiled. Carly noticed and looked at her. "What?" she asked. "That Dallas guy sure is cute," Sam said happily. Carly's eyes widened and Freddie said, "What? He's not cute! He's not even legal!" "Neither is you wearin' those pants, but you don't hear me complainin'," Sam replied.
About an hour and a half later, the movie was over. "That was a good movie, Sam!" Carly exclaimed. "Eh," Freddie said. "I've seen better." Sam shrugged. "Whatever," she replied. "Well, gotta get home. I can practically hear my mom screaming at me already," Freddie said. Then, he left. There was a pause. "Wouldn't it be cool if we met them?" Sam asked Carly. "I guess. But... you know that can't happen. They're probably, like, sixty years-old now, anyway," Carly answered. "You're probably right. Anyway, mind if I sleep over tonight? Tomorrow's a Saturday," Sam said. "Sure. You can stay," Carly replied. "Mmk. Let's go tell Spencer that I'm staying," Sam suggested.
So, they both went downstairs to go find Spencer. After checking his room, they found out that he was asleep. With a watermellon. "Ooookay," Sam said, officially creeped out. Carly laughed. They walked back into the living room. Carly glanced at the TV. "Oh, cool, Girly Cow's on. Let's watch it," They both sat on the couch and watched it for an hour until they finally got too tired and fell asleep on the couch.
Crash! Carly immediately sat up. She saw Sam, standing up, already scanning the room with her firm, blue eyes. "Sam?" Carly asked. Sam looked at her. "W-What was that crashing noise?" "I don't know. Where's Spencer?" Sam answered. They went into Spencer's room and saw he wasn't there. There was a note on the dresser. "It says, 'Dear Carly and Sam, I'm going out to buy six new watermellons. One of them I need because the one I had with me busted and the other five are for a new sculpture I'm making. I'll be back around 8am, because I have some more stuff to buy and Socko needs wants me to go over and test out some new socks of his. See ya when I get home. Love, Spencer.'," Carly read. "He even wrote what time he wrote that," she added. "It was... 1:56am. What time is it now?" Sam looked at the clock. "3:14am," she answered.
Carly gulped. "Then that crash wasn't Spencer's watermellon," she said. "Oh crap," Sam replied. "The crash was upstairs. The tech equipment is up there. Someone might be trying to steal it! We need to get up there and... and push the robbers out a window or something!" Carly thought about it. "Okay, we'll do it for Freddie's tech stuff. But first..." she trailed off, grabbing two baseball bats. "We need protection," she said. "Oh," Sam said, suddenly. "I've got to get something before we go up there." She then went into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of pork chop off a plate on the table. She stuffed some into her pocket, but still kept one in her hand. Then, she ate it.
"Mmmm," she said. "I'm good to go now. Ready to get my fightin' on!" Carly raised her eyebrows and wondered why Sam even needed a baseball bat. She could take down whoever or whatever it was all by herself. Without a baseball bat, without Carly, and even without blinking.
They headed for the stairs and walked to the third floor as quietly as they could. Once the two girls were on the second floor they heard another loud crashing noise. They jumped at the noise. Finally, they reached the third floor and silently went into the iCarly studio. It was completely dark in there and the light switch was all the way across the room. Crash! Carly tried not to scream and the only sound she made was a quiet noise in her throat. The crash was across the room, not near the light switch, but closer to the window. Sam and Carly quickly, but still quietly, charged toward where the noise had come from. Running toward the noise, they saw some silouettes and shadows. At about the time they got there and raised their baseball bats to hit the people, the lights came on. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Sam and Carly screamed at the same time, while six other people screamed, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" also.
"Who the heck are you?" Carly yelled. None of the people answered. All of the people were boys. Carly looked at the boy with black hair and big, black eyes - the one standing closest to the a pile of broken glass. She glared at him, angry over the broken glass. He swallowed, his dark eyes afraid and sensitive. He looked at the glass, then back at Carly. He opened his mouth, but no words came out until a minute later. "I-I..." He took a deep breath, but barely let it out. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break it. I just... couldn't see anything in here. And it was... so dark," he said with a sad voice.
Carly saw that he was upset and afraid and worried that he might get hit by baseball bats, so, she said, "It's okay. But seriously, who are you g-" "Wait!" Sam interrupted. "Don't you recongnize them? We saw them in a movie tonight!" Carly studied them carefully. "But... they look like they're still the same ages they were on the movie. They haven't aged at all since then." She wasn't joking when she'd said this and it wasn't a figure of speech either. They were all the exact copy as the people on the movie. They heard a low sigh behind them, then they heard a bored voice say, "What movie?"
Carly and Sam quickly turned around to see Dallas Winston standing right there! "Whoa!" Sam ex-claimed. "It's Dally Winston!" Dally looked startled. "How do you know me?" he demanded. "You're in a movie! We saw you on a movie tonight!" Carly exclaimed. Dally looked confused. "Well, maybe you saw my unexsisting twin, 'cause I sure don't remember filmin' a movie," he said. "But we-" Once again, Sam had interrupted Carly. "Oh, who cares? When you have Dallas Winston standing right in front of you, none of it matters!" she cried.
"Wait," Carly said suddenly. "How did you guys even get here?" All of the guys looked at each other in confusion. Then they looked back at Carly. "We don't know," they said in unison. "Well, you guys can stay here for tonight; but you can't let my big brother Spencer see you." Carly paused, studying all of the guys. The one who stood out to her the most was the one with short, blond hair and green eyes. "You'll sleep in here tonight," she finished. Then, she grabbed Sam by the arm and practically had to drag her out of the room.
Review, please! Tell me what you think! =D The next chapter will be more interesting! ^^ Hope y'all liked it! =)
