Summary: Sam's finally had it with Freddie, as Freddie's finally had it with Sam
Summary: Sam's finally had it with Freddie, as Freddie's finally had it with Sam. She starts her own webshow and ends up in detention. Find out how. A Seddie Fanfiction.
Disclaimer: iDon't Own iCarly.
iSam
Chapter Two
"Freddie, I'm sorry, but you are so stupid!" Carly screamed.
"I don't appreciate the name-calling, I get enough of that." Freddie grumbled. He wasn't having the best day. First off, the apparent love of his life, Carly, was mad at him. Secondly, Sam had quit the show. Thirdly, he wrote an angry blog post and posted it. His plan wasn't for it to be posted. He was just venting, feeling angry and like he wanted to show Sam he didn't care.
He never planned on her actually seeing it. Or for her to publicly quit the show, disable her blog, and, even worse, start her own.
And even though guilt gnawed his insides to pieces, he still refused to believe he did anything wrong. He was supposed to be smart; and in his mind, smart people didn't mess up. He wanted so much to believe that.
Carly approached him and hit him in the head. He flinched and yelped.
"Ow!" he screamed, rubbing his head. "Okay, seriously, what was that? Are you trying to act like Sam?"
"I was just checking whether or not your head was as hard as I thought it was!" Carly yelled angrily. "And what? It was!" she flopped down onto her couch in anger and crossed her arms.
"I told you, the blog was an accident!" Freddie fumed. "And anyway, don't you think that this could maybe be a good thing?"
Carly threw a pillow at his head. "Yeah, Freddie! And maybe eating puppies is a good thing, too! How could you act so stupid! I need Sam! We need Sam! This show needs Sam! And –"
"The show's called iCarly, not iSamarly!" he growled. Just stop talking Carly, please. He couldn't take the guilt anymore. He just wanted it to disappear. But he'd have to ignore it. He needed to. "How do you know our fans aren't having, I dunno, a hat party, yeah, a hat party right now, in celebration of her absence?"
"How do I know?" Carly rolled her eyes. "Look at the comments below your post!"
He glanced at his computer, which was currently on and displaying his blog. He'd been trying to remove it from the site for about an hour. It was no use; his own full-proof iCarly security system (which he'd installed ever since Nevel hacked) had turned the tables on him. "Comments? There were comments?" He hadn't checked.
He slid the bar down to the bottom of the page. Sure enough, there were tons of comments. Not a single one of them looked very friendly.
"Yeah, go on, read 'em." Carly demanded.
JennaJewl888 wrote:
Freddie! You are soooo MEAN! How could you say that?
…
ABC41 wrote:
Bring Sam back, this show'll crash, burn, fall off a cliff and…um, other things bad, without her. Got it?
…
Gigi76 wrote:
NO! Just, no.
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BradT08:
Oh, so no one will call you a dork, huh? How 'bout this: DORK DORK DORK DORK DORK DORK DORK DORK DORK DORK!
That was for Sam. Convince her to come back, or I'll stop watching. No joke.
…
Sweety2 wrote:
You're mean. No wonder Sam quit. Coulda sworn you were nicer than that.
The last comment on there made him blush deep red and drop his smoothie.
Hailey34 wrote:
Wait…I thought you liked Sam. As more than a friend I mean. Don't you?
"What?" Carly asked, still sounding angry.
"N-nothing…" he pushed whatever he was feeling away. "Uh, it's just…the comments are…"
"True." Carly finished abruptly. "You know iSam could obliterate our web show, right?"
Freddie sighed and shook his head. "It won't. I'll make sure of it…" There's no way I'll let Sam win. I've lost too many times…too many chances…
Yeah, so, long story short, Freddie and I fought, and I quit the show. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo. He ended up writing this really nub-like blog thing about me and posted it on the site. And then, I came up with this insanely genius idea to start my OWN WEB SHOW! And call it iSam, just to spite him.
Sometimes I'm just so good that I scare myself. And by scare, I mean make myself hungry. I'm aware that fear and foods have nothing to do with each other. Too bad. Get over it, buddy…I mean, uh, Principal Franklin. Mind if I pretend I'm not writing to you?
'Kay, anyways, I offered a tech job and co-host job to allll the iCarly viewers. I still feel bad about Carly's show though, but I need to make a point here. Sam Puckett doesn't lose.
So I created iSam dot com with the help of my second cousin, Steven. What a guy! – he used his one phone call from jail to give me directions on how to set up the site (he was in jail for hacking into presidential files or something…blah, long words bore me). I got the site up and running in an hour or so. That Steven's a genius, I tell you.
By the next morning (which was Saturday! Chill, I didn't skip school, okay?), I had, like, a hundred, maybe even more, requests to be a co-host and/or techy. INSANITY, am I right? Huh? Huh?
Hang on, I still have the list in my backpack…If I could just distract the ol' Briggs for a sec, I could probably get it out…
Okay, we're good. I threw my eraser at the window and it crashed through it. Wow, this school's got weak windows. Miss Briggs thought a bird crashed through and started running around the classroom screeching, "BIRD! BIRD! NO! I HATE THINGS THAT FLY!"
Which gave me just enough time to get out that list and a new eraser.
Told you I was good.
Here are a couple requests I got:
Amy123 replied to CO-HOST:
HEY SAMITY SAM! It'd be a hootity-hoot if I could be your co-hostity host! I just lovity-love iCarly so muchity-much when you're on it! It's so greatity-great and I think you're funnity-fun! Pleaseeee pick ME!
-Amy
Of course, she was a big, fat NO. Whyity-why? Because she's stupidy-stupid. A lot of the co-host replies I got were just annoying, so I ended up choosing my friend Wendy from Biology. She likes to make things explode. Hey, who doesn't?!
As for the techy, I got this email:
TechnologyWiz400 replied to TECH PRODUCER:
Hey Sam,
My name's Frank and I'm really good with tech material. I was a fan of your previous show, iCarly, and find that most of the effects used there looked pretty simple.
For example, to prove that I can accomplish goals, I'll tell you how to do that whole "Random Dancing" thing.
Beforehand, you add audio to the program and play when necessary. Simultaneously, before you even start the show, you time exactly when the "RANDOM DANCING" notification will appear to your audience. Then, you add it onto the visual file at that precise moment so it appears during live broadcast.
The only thing is, my mom won't let me talk to strangers, so I'd have to just send you directions on what to do for each show. You send me the plan; I'll send you all the tech stuff. You seem like you can follow basic tech instructions, if you set this site up yourself, which I don't know if you did, but if you did, you should be able to.
Hope I'm picked,
Frank
He seemed pretty cool, and good with tech stuff. So I chose Frank to be my virtual geek.
It was set; we were gonna air that Monday. C'mon, I'm not that mean to broadcast the sane day as iCarly.
Uh oh, Briggs just caught me. "Sam, you hooligan, what are you grasping in your palm?"
"Um, a letter! To you! Happy Birthday!"
Oh, just great. She stole all the replies. And then, she screamed that she didn't have a birthday because birthdays were for children and stomped out of the room, grumbling that she needed to check on something…
Hey there, I just painted Miss Briggs chair blue. It was already blue, but when she sits down, her butt'll be blue, too! HA HA.
Oh, right, back to Frank. I guess I could blame him for why I'm in detention. Or I could blame Freddie, just 'cause, hey, I blame him for everything. But I think it'd be best if I blamed both of them. The more the blame, the better!
Hey look, last line of the page. You'd better flip this over to find out.
A/N: Haha, Sam.
OH, btw, I really have no clue how to do the "Random Dancing" thing. Just pretend that's correct. Lol.
Hmm, who's this "Frank" character? And why's he going to get Sam in trouble?
Only one way to find out...review?
-Colors
