Hola! Thanks for all the kind comments. Here's a new update, and it's longer, too! Also, please check out my other story (iAm the Smartest). I've been getting awesome responses for this story but no responses for that story… Hmm. Anyway, enjoy!
Oh, so about the White House. I've seen the outside, but I have no idea what it looks like from the inside. I've made the whole thing up, from the names of the rooms to what they look like. I like to do interior designing, so it's fun to make it all up. Please don't hate me if you're a White-House-fanatic and know every single room they have. Just read and it will be OK.
If I owned iCarly, Seddie would be forever and Gibby would get his hair done up all special everyday.
SAM POV
Waking up in a strange place always freaks me out. I mean, I feel like I've been kidnapped. But wait. I remember!
We got out of the limo when we got to the White House. I had been sleeping for the short car ride. When I woke up, I found that I had been leaning on Fredweird the whole time. I still was exhausted, so I kept leaning on Benson. I remember half dreaming about him and me.
We were walking through a garden, and Freddie had suddenly grabbed me and kissed me. I remember moaning his name, and he smelled so sweet …
Then we climbed some stairs, someone took off my shoes, and threw me into a large comfy bed. That's all I remember.
I sit up and look around. There's another bed across the room, and I perk up for a minute when I think its Freddie. But I see a long lock of dark hair, and I know its Carly. I hear a crumpling of paper by her bed I ignore it. I'm too hungry to think.
Our room has huge windows in it, covered with light curtains in a dark blue on white pattern. The bed covers are the same dark blue with little white horses on them, and the wallpaper is blue, light blue and white fleur-de-lis. The lamps look a little old, and I look up to see that my bed is a covered four poster. It definitely looks old-timey, but it is super beautiful.
I still am exhausted, but my hunger takes over my body and I wish for food. However, I don't know where the kitchen is, what is for breakfast, or even if I'm allowed to eat anything at this time of the morning. Curse these Presidents.
I jump out of bed and lightly pad over to Carls. She has her weird non-snoring mask on, and she looks super peaceful. Whatever. I need my meat.
"Carls! Get up girl!" I shake her and she immediately wakes up.
"Sam! What are you doing?" She stares at me for a second, then quickly takes off her mask like she never had it on. "Sooo… Let me guess. You're-"
"Hungry!" I finish for her. Carly slumps back down on her bed.
"No, Sam! I'm still tired. And I think you bruised me with all your shaking."
"Aw, sorry Carly. I'm just starving! And you know when Mama's gotta eat she gotta eat." Carly groans loudly.
She replies, "Fine, but we better wake up Freddie, too. He kinda knows Dylan, so we can find Dylan together."
"Yay!" I jump up and run to get my change of clothes. I have a stripy sleeveless cardigan over a layered long sleeved shirt. The shirt is a deep purple, and the cardigan is blue and purple-ish. I keep on my khaki capris and slip on my hi-tops. Done.
"Uh, Sam, I might take a while to get dressed, so will you go over to Freddie and wake him up?" I agree and open the door to the hallway.
I feel like we're in a fancy hotel. Like, an extremely fancy one. Just then my stomach grumbled, and reminded me of my mission.
I knock, but Benson doesn't answer. I don't want to wake up anyone else, so instead of yelling his name I slowly try the knob. It's unlocked, and I enter a room with light yellow wallpaper with a swirly pattern. The door opens to a little sitting area, with a striped couch and two rocking chairs. There is a worn oriental rug on the floor.
Evidently Freddie is still sleeping, so I turn the corner to find his bed. There is another covered four poster bed, but the curtains are drawn around it. I slowly walk up to the bed and open the curtain.
He is sleeping deeply, and his hair is all mussed up. I want to reach out and smooth it out, but then I notice he isn't wearing a shirt. The covers are half covering up his chest, but the visible skin is tan and firm. Holy bacon strips, I never knew the nub could be so … hot!
Suddenly Freddie opens his eyes and freaks out when he sees me.
"OH MY GOD SAM! What on earth are you doing?" he yells at me.
I am a little starstruck, and all I could say was, "Nothing."
"Oh, just watching me sleep, is that it! That's so … weird!" Freddie pauses for a second and realizes he has no shirt on. Hurriedly, he pulls up the covers around his torso. "Get out of here!"
"Fine! I was about to wake you up because I'm hungry and Carly told me to tell you to help us find Dylan so we can have breakfast, 'cause you know when Mama gotta eat she gotta eat!" Fredweird looks confused. I just spoke way too fast. That's me, the Articulate Wonder Girl.
"OK, just get dressed so we can meet Dylan and get some food!"
"Whatever. I'll be out in the hall in a few," Freddie says nonchalantly. However, I feel his eyes following me out the room. Does he know I was staring at him? And his insane, toned body?
CARLY POV
First impressions are always important, so I want to look good when I meet Dylan. Oh, and the President. Him, too.
I probably don't have much time to get dressed. I meticulously pull out my outfit. A tight sequined yellow skirt, a loose grey blouse, and a long sleeved shirt that will go under the blouse. The long sleeved shirt is one of my favorites, with a light yellow rose pattern down the sleeves. I get dressed and put on a little makeup. I was going to curl my hair, but it's time to go meet Freddie, so I spray on some hairspray and hope for the best.
Before I walk out the door I go over to my bedside table and find the note Dylan left for us at the limo. I'm so excited to meet him I'm trying my best not to scream. I uncrumple the paper to look at his writing for a millionth time. When we get home I may even have to frame this… just kidding. Kinda.
Freddie and Sam are waiting outside in the hall. Freddie is wearing a grey striped sweater over a black shirt. Sam is in her usual wacky layers and hi-tops.
"Hey, guys. Are you ready to go downstairs?" They nod, and we are about head down when Ethan comes our way.
"Good morning, Fredward, Carly, and Samantha. I-"
Sam butts in, "Whoa there, dude. No one calls me Samantha. I hate that name. It's Sam."
I nudge her. She's being so rude! Well, what else can you expect from Sam?
Freddie, however, says, "I kinda like Samantha."
Sam pauses for a second and stares at Freddie. Not a mean stare, or a bored, neutral stare. Kind of a longing, obsessed stare. Ha! "Well, no one cares what you think, Fredward," she mumbles.
Ethan is kind of confused, but he continues, "Breakfast will be served in the Jefferson Room at nine o'clock. The President will not be in attendance, but Mr. Dylan will be. He hopes to take you to the Mall this afternoon, also."
"Thank you, Ethan. We'll be down at nine." I say. Sam looks extremely disappointed, because she's hungry. I, however, can now curl my hair. Yes! I'm so excited!
FREDDIE POV
At nine Ethan comes back up to escort us to breakfast. The House is huge, I would totally get lost in here. Carly had gone to fix her hair or whatever, so me and Sam got to hang out together. She was actually being really nice. Does she actually like me though? Yeah, right.
We horsed around in my room a bit and played a prank on sleeping Spencer. Just friends. But I want something more than friendship. Which is exactly at the bottom of Sam's To-Do List.
We walk into the Jefferson Room, which is an olive green room with high ceilings and high windows. There was a long table, with fancy candle holders and flowers on top. Ethan sits us at the end of the table and tells us Dylan will be here soon.
Sam is getting fidgety. She shakes her leg and starts to poke me. Right at my abs, too, and I remind her I'm not a little tech wimp by flexing. She looks at me and we make eye contact. I feel a warm feeling by staring into crystal blue, but she breaks away and starts pestering Carly. Come back Sam!
Carly suddenly stops reprimanding Sam and takes an intake of breath. She stares at the doorway. Dylan Long has arrived.
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Who's excited for tonight's episode: iMeet the First Lady? I am. I think it'll be a good one, and the promo on was actually really funny.
