Thanks for the reviews guys! :D The reason the chapters are so short is because it's just a go with the flow story. If you want a real story, check out iNever KNew, or even better, an actually good story iSaid Hello to you. Hope this is satisfactory. Enjoy!
Sam had gotten out of the hospital safe, and they had made it home just in time for boxing day... What? You expected them home for Christmas? No. The iCarly gang was now plotting to celebrate and make up for the lost holiday.
"I know! Lets have a crazy hat party!" Carly cheered, nearly spilling her Pepi-cola.
"Dude. We did that last year," Sam commented bordely, chugging the last bit of her own soda. "How about a costume party?"
"Yeah, 'cause that would be way more fun. I've had enough experience with costumes and Christmas." Freddie said sarcastically, remembering the 'flashlight' Freddie.
"Why don't we just do a normal Christmas?" Sam mumbled, slouching back into the beanbag beside Carly.
"Because normal Christmas' are boring!"
"Well, normally I would agree. But neither of your options included food, so I'm out."
The duo started arguing, but soon Spencer came charging in, yet another sculpture inn tow.
"Hey guys! Guess what I've got?" he smiled excitedly, childishly jumping around.
"Food?" Sam asked eagerly, ready to shove Spencer off if it wasn't. But to the gangs greatest surprise, it was. Mostly.
"CHOCOLATE!"
"That's it?" Carly deadpanned, not too eagerly.
"'That's it?' Carly! It's edible!"
"But look at it!" Spencer notioned impatiently.
"A chocolate sculpture?" Carly continued her bored stare.
"Yes! That's it!" Sam leapt up from her seat. Freddie and Carly turned to her.
"What's it?"
Sam continued bouncing up and down, "We could have a chocolate sculpture party! Like, chocolate eating contests, build your own and that kind of chiz!"
The gang gave her a disapproving look.
"Come on! It'd be fun." She looked over to Freddie, "Pleeeaaasseee?" Freddie groaned and fidgeted in his seat before groaning.
"Fine. Come on guys. It's not that bad of an idea..." Carly still wasn't convinced. She was more into the dress-up wacky stuff.
"And we can dip ham, and get sprinkles, and bacon. . ." Sam rambled on, pointing out all the Sam-excitable ways this could be enjoyable.
"Spencer, how many sculptures can you make in twenty four hours?"
The party was a blast. Gibby and Brad had a chocolate war (Gibby consumed most of it), Germy and Victoria had a chocolate eating contest, but Germy kept sneezing too much and Victoria got sick to her stomach. Wendy and the other girls from school were all trying to make their own sculpture, but couldn't resist just dancing in their girly way. Overall people were having fun, but Sam thoroughly enjoyed sneaking sprinkled chocolate covered meat shish-kabobs into her mouth. Carly and Freddie enjoyed the upkeep, capturing every moment they could on Spencer's Squirrel video camera.
"This is gold," Sam smirked, taping Gibby puking into Spencers spoon hat.
"This is disgusting," Carly put a hand over her mouth, revoltingly.
"Yeah Sam, how do you enjoy this?" He looked horrified at the rest of the people who had begun to settle down. Most of them looked sick, except the rare few with steel stomachs like Sam.
"I don't think it's that bad at all."
"Of course."
Gibby slowly approached Freddie, one hand over his stomach and the other out in front of his mouth. "Freddie, I think I should go home, I might get sick-" he made a forwards movement and stumbled out the door, saving the gang the sight of him vomiting again. Nearly everyone followed him. As soon as the door closed, the rest of the people in the apartment headed towards the bedrooms, with a handful of chocolate.
"Great party guys," Sam said sarcastically.
"No kidding, Sam." Carly mocked.
"Hey! It was fun for me!"
"Of course it was!" Freddie laughed, "And for the people in your bedrooms, Carly."
"Ew, ew ew!" she squealed, "I'm going to check if anyones in mine!" she scurried off, shuttering slightly at the thought of what she might find.
Freddie plopped down on the only half-destroyed couch, followed by Sam.
"Move over!" she muttered dangerously.
"Sam. You're taking up half the couch already." He raised an eyebrow at the blonde. She sat up to look at him in the eye, but her eyes trailed slightly lower.
"You have chocolate on your face," she grinned.
"Well, Sam, you do too." He smiled. They stared at each other for a while.
No words were said. They just concluded with a kiss. A sweet one, with the additional taste of chocolate. Breaking apart, they shakily laughed, hugging each other.
"Wanna take this to my place?"
"You know it, Freddlate."
(((R&R! Again, for a better story, check out iSaid Hello to You! To be updated soon also. Sorry this story might seem a bit rushed, for me it was a fluffy oppurtunity to do my part to the holiday season. Besides, it sure helped get back to writing. Expect updates!)))
