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I'm happy that you guys enjoyed my first chapter of this story. Thanks. Any suggests, ideas, or advices would be great! Here's the 2nd chapter. Read away.
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Sam didn't care to tell Carly who that
was but as the elevator revealed his face, Carly asked shockingly
"Freddie?"
"Yes. What's wrong?" Freddie didn't understand
what was going on.
"What are you doing here?" Carly looked at
the clock, it was 7 o'clock.
"I tried calling you but you didn't
pick up the phone," Carly explained.
"You could have called me
on my cell phone. You know I'd have answered," Freddie exclaimed
proudly.
"You only said this because you don't have anyone to
talk with."
Sam shot him with glaring eyes.
Freddie
stared at her with a hatred feeling but something caught his
attention.
"No really, what are you doing here?" Carly asked
him again.
"I was boring…," Sam interrupted him and told him off – "of course that's because YOU are BORING, see two words I emphasized," she held up her hand indicating only two fingers front of Freddie. Seeing that it was pointless, Freddie chose not to bother by going far with Sam and argue all the way even though he was displeased at her words, he remained silent.
"Hold on," Carly went to the
kitchen and grabbed the squirt bottle of water. She sprinkled some
water at Sam's face.
Can't you give Freddie a break? Carly
briefly thought.
"Sorry, continue," Carly sat down
on the couch.
How could the Earth welcome such a human like
this? What do you know; she's not even a human! Freddie let out a
small chuckle.
"Why are you laughing," Sam said annoyingly.
"I'm not. I'm surprised you pay
attention to me. I thought I was invisible to you?" Freddie
counterattacked.
"Who cares? Not listening," Sam covered her
ears with her hands.
"But you asked…, ah whatever," Freddie
was lost in their bickering conversation and turned his head to
Carly.
"Carly, sorry I was saying…," smiling at Carly,
Freddie tried to remember what he left off.
"You are here
because…?" Carly reminded him.
"Right. I heard noises. Like
an annoying voice? I was worried so I came
here," Freddie was
already irked off.
His response, somehow, offended Sam which
caused her to charge "ANNOYING VOICE?!"
"Are you alright?"
Carly handed her another banana.
Back to calm state, "oh yes, I'm
fine. I mean annoying voice? Because
I don't hear anything. You
don't… right, Carly?" Sam stuffed the banana in her mouth. "Well,
I thought I heard something outside of my windows.
But it's just a
monkey. I came here to see if you are okay."
Is he referring to me? Freddie
didn't know that Sam eyed at him suspiciously.
"Sam, remember
you asked me if I did the script. I have them scripted
out for
you. Freddie will be part of this. So be nice."
After few hours of discussing, Carly was glad that she made it out alive
without Sam and Freddie killing each
other at their throats.
Carly never thought Sam would tolerate few
hours with Freddie by just
cooperating and going along with his
ideas. But Carly found this fishy; she
hoped that Sam had nothing
bad up her sleeve.
Like doing something that would mess up my show.
"Ok. Any objection?" Carly raised a question.
"I object!" Sam replied. "Then
what is it?"
"I don't wanna sit near Freddie. He has
germs."
"Hey! Like I'd enjoy sitting with you!" Freddie
slapped on the table lightly.
"But anything for you, Carly, fine
with me even if I've to sit with that girl." His rough tone
changed to soft.
"I've a name!"
"Ok. Spencer will sit
middle. I'll give him few lines to say on the segment," Carly
tried to make peaces and looked at Sam to get her approval, received
the 'okay'-nod from Sam. "That's settled. Anything else?"
"I have a question," Sam raised her hand.
"Mhm?" "Why that boy has to be in this video? Can't you be in this instead?"
Eh, calling me 'that boy.' Silly
revenge. Freddie smirked.
"Because I want to give viewers
the opportunity to know Freddie better."
After that, Sam didn't
have any objection or question... whatever it may be.
When the door bell rang, Carly announced: "Spencer must be back."
Sam ran to the downstairs and opened the door for Spencer with the grocery bags.
"Whoa, careful!" Sam took some bags from Spencer and put on the dining table.
Sam went through some of the bags like
a cop.
"Uhm. What are you doing?" Spencer asked
worryingly.
With a dead-like face, Sam turned around to face Spencer and gave
him the silent treatment -
"What?"
"Never mind," Spencer unloaded the
foods into the refrigerator.
"Help yourself," Spencer
added.
When he was done storing 28 pounds of butters, he sat down
on the
chair turning the computer on.
"Why much butters?" Sam was disappointed that Spencer didn't buy any
candy, chips, chocolate, snack, soda,
such things like this.
"I never blame Freddie for what
happened to the sculpture I made out of butters," Spencer paused
then continued talking.
"I need to make this so I can earn
good money. Be good brother to Carly." Sam snickered.
"What?" Spencer thought Sam had something to say.
Nothing," Sam replied fast.
"Also,
as an artist… I learned how to face any adversity and endure,"
Spencer said, putting a lot of thoughts.
"Man, no foods," Sam
uttered to herself.
"Carly, I'm going down to the lobby. Get
snacks and soda from the vending machine. Want anything?" Carly
gave her
the 'no, thanks'-nod, Sam went down to the lobby.
Carly worked on another script for the
next video segment with Freddie's help. She looked at the clock. It
was nearly 10 o'clock. She felt tired.
She went downstairs to
tell Spencer good night and back to her
room, she also told Freddie good night, too.
"Yeah, ten o'clock," Carly
said.
"See ya tomorrow," Freddie waved and went to the
elevator to go home
but Sam just returned from the lobby.
They met up in the hallway. They looked
at each other like it was
staring competition. Guess who won? Sam,
of course.
"Gah, that's why ALL boys are afraid of you! You are just too scary to look at."
Next day, Sunday morning was the time
to shoot the video segment.
Freddie with a BIG smile, carrying his
precious pear laptop, came to
Carly's apartment to set up the camera
and everything.
He was thirty minutes earlier than the appointed
time.
Nevertheless he was exciting to have whole thirty minutes with
Carly to himself where Sam was NOT around... not until the meeting
which started thirty minutes later.
"Good morning, Carly!" When Freddie heard Sam, his smile faded.
For a moment, his heart sank.
"What you doing here? Not even ten
yet. Broke your watch, huh?" Sam said with
disgusting feeling,
still in her night wardrobe.
"Sam! You are not dressed. We have thirty minutes to get ready," Sam went back to Carly's room to get changed.
Freddie sat down on his seat on right side beside Spencer in middle
where Sam took her seat on left side
opposite Freddie.
Freddie told Carly to press the red button to
start recording the video segment.
Carly mouthed something to them. She went to the bathroom.
"Ok we're here with another segment of iHave a question."
As the video segment started, Sam
started to feel the need to do something
mischievous – she
popped an unscripted line to Freddie: "So what's your question?"
"I don't have one," puzzled
Freddie didn't recognize such
a thing to say like this in the
script he received from Carly but he ignored that
anyway, he literally took it as an
error at Sam's fault. In Sam's mind, she
was laughing so much that
she actually had fun torturing Freddie.
She continued the malicious act.
"Did
he just say he had a question, yes or no?" Sam nudged Spencer
and gave him a look, Spencer, in
return, innocently agreed with
her – "He did say that,"
said Spencer almost positively sure.
"It's the name of the segment," Freddie defended.
Sam, on her mind, was laughing.
As Sam got wittier and wittier, she asked him once again.
"What's the name of the
segment?"
"iHave a question," Freddie answered
right away.
"And your question is?" Sam continued to
bomb him with the same question.
Seeing that Freddie was obviously
annoyed, he finally blurted out - "what is wrong with
you?!"
Freddie was starting to get impatience but Sam stayed
still, she was not
intimidated at his question.
"Oh,
well that's easy, I have a weird family, I don't concentrate in
school
and most grown-ups say I have a bad
attitude. That answers your question."
"I don't have a
question!" Poor Freddie.
He didn't know that he was being
schemed.
"Yeah not anymore, I just answered it," Sam
smiled slightly.
"Wait, it's not part of this script!"
Freddie looked close enough to this
script to double check. He now finally
understood what went on.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like I
don't know?"
After that, she laughed evilly. Everything Sam said on the video segment was unscripted, the last 2 lines were cut – it wasn't shown on the video segment. Freddie was getting angrier and angrier but he didn't want the camera to see his ugly face, especially Carly.
He imagined how frightened Carly would be to see him in that position.
Carly probably won't date me if she
sees me like this. Freddie decided to run out right in middle of
the nearly unfinished video segment. Sam did so after him. Spencer
was the one left remaining on the table. He slept during the video
camera.
Carly came out from the bathroom and returned to the
camera.
She yelled, "Cut!" that caused Spencer to wake up.
"I'm not sleeping," half-sleeping Spencer said. Carly motioned him to say something front of the camera. "I'm Carly's brother."
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Please REVIEW! Not required but eh, up to you... your review will keep me going otherwise I may not update any newer chapter because I'm very busy. My schedule is quite hectic. I probably won't feel compelled to update anything due to no reviews. But even so if no reviews, I MAY still update anyway.
Ah, yes some of you may have watched the actual video segment on I borrowed these lines to be a part of this chapter. So I don't own THIS, others than this... I own them. Last 2 lines I made them up. Not literally cut.
