Okay, some of you guys have been the good little reviewers I know you are, so I think you deserve a long-delayed update! (Don't worry, I have like two more chapters already made, I've just been busy and junk. I know that sounds lame... Sorry!)
At the Shay Apartment
"Wow…" Sonya paused. "So this all started with a Photo-Docked picture of your teacher Ms. Briggs's head on the body of a rhino?"
"Yep." Sam sipped her Peppy Cola.
"Wow." Sonya was amazed for like four seconds, then stood up and smirked mischievously at Sam. "Well, then I guess I'm about to make history, aren't I?"
"What do you mean, 'make history?'" Sam asked her, as Carly slowly stood up from behind the counter and tiptoed upstairs behind the wall so she could listen better.
"I mean, you're kind of not going to be on iCarly anymore." Sonya smiled.
Wh- what do you mean?" Sam slowly walked up to her and glared intensely.
"I'm taking over iCarly, or as it will soon be called iSonya."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to get on Freddie and Carly's good sides, become the star, maybe keep Carly on, and then kick you off the show by a, well, let's just say accident…"
Sam grabbed the top of Sonya's shirt. "Look, chick, if you come anywhere near me or Carly- Freddie doesn't matter, just don't kill him- I swear I will-"
"I'm not gonna hurt you. And I could never hurt Freddie. But, if you try to hurt me in any way, you know Carly and Freddie will stop you, you'll be sent to Juvie due to your 'anger,' and never get to do iCarly ever again." Sonya smirked.
"That fudge bag!" Carly whispered angrily.
Sam let go, realizing she could be right, but she had to be tougher than this freak. "Look, Carly and Freddie would never kick me off the show, especially when I tell them what you've been planning." Sam opened the door and pointed out. "Now get outta here, ya skunk-bag!"
"Fine." Sonya walked out, and froze. "But just be sure to say "bye-bye" to iCarly, and get ready for iSonya."
"Bye!" Sam slammed the door in her face and locked it.
Carly slowly walked downstairs, and was shaking slightly. What did she mean when she said she could never hurt Freddie? She wondered; she wondered even more about why that would cross her mind.
"Hey, Carls!" Sam faked a small smile, then immediately took it off. "You okay? You're shaking uncontrollably again."
"Not really…" Carly answered. "Listen, can you stay the night? I need to talk to you."
"Sure, my mom's breaking in another bikini, anyway." Sam picked up her Peppy Cola and sipped some. "Why? What do you need to talk about?"
Carly froze for a split second. "Sonya."
Later That Night
Carly and Sam were under two blankets on the couch, with Girly Cow on the television turned low. And, as usual, Sam had a bag of chips and a liter sized bottle of root beer with a long, straw sticking out through the top.
"Okay, what about Sonya did you wanna tell me, kid?" Sam asked Carly.
"Well, you know how I went back to the iCarly Studio, to get my bag?" Carly uneasily asked.
"Yeah… Wait, did you and Freddie-" Sam started.
"No!" Carly immediately got her defense on, and then cooled down. "Okay, so I went to the door, and saw Sonya…"
Sam immediately got tense. "Wait, what did she do? Did she hurt you? Cause I swear, Carly if she did I will-"
"It's okay, she didn't hurt me. But…" Carly sighed. "You were right."
"About what?" Sam was kind of confused.
Carly sighed and got up. "About Sonya using Freddie!" Her eyes grew small as she sat down.
"Aw, kid…" Sam felt worried due to her best friends sadness, but remembered the situation. "Wait, what do you mean by 'use him?' Like are we talking-"
"She walked up behind him, tapped his shoulder-"
"Did he jump?" Sam suddenly got excited.
"Of course."
Niiiicceeeee." Sam smiled.
"Sam! This is serious." Carly whisper-shouted at her blonde friend.
"Sorry. Continue." Sam gestured.
"Okay, so she was circling him, making him all nervous and he asked what she was doing and she was all 'Just looking…' Then he asked what was she looking at, and you know what she said?!"
"Him?" Sam asked casually.
"She said 'him!'"
"Wow…" Sam acted like she wouldn't have ever guessed.
"I saw that sarcasm!" Carly pointed to her. "Anyway, then she, uh… Wait!" Carly immediately stood up.
"What?" Sam hopped up.
"The security camera!" Carly ran upstairs.
"What?" Sam followed her, and they ran inside the iCarly Studio.
"The security cam! I-it probably caught the whole thing on tape!"
"Well, can you work it?" Sam asked her.
"I don't know, maybe; I think I remember what Freddie showed me…"
"Wa-wa-wait; you asked Freddie for help?" Sam cut her off in surprise.
"Yeah… Why?" Carly froze unsurely.
"Well, isn't he kind of… stupid?"
"No!" Carly immediately got defensive. "He's techy and across the hall."
"True." Sam shrugged. "Okay, what did ol' fudge monkey teach ya?"
"You know you shouldn't offend him behind his back!"
"You want me to do it to his face?" Sam chuckled.
"No…" Carly sighed. "Alright, I think he said to press these keys right here, and… Wait. I don't remember the passcode."
"Allow me." Sam typed it in.
"Access granted." The compute responded.
"You-you know his- Of course." Carly sighed as she pressed some buttons, and opened a window. She pressed replay. It was turned down low but Sam and Carly could still hear it.
"Whoa, she threw his bag across the room! Nice… And wow! She even- Oh ho ho!" Sam laughed. "Looks like she gave him lip-lock!"
"Yeah." Carly sighed and walked from the laptop and turned to Sam. "They just like made out!"
"Whoa, whoa, Carls. You might wanna come see this…" Sam tugged Carly's arm gently as they continued watching.
"What?" Carly was kind of confused.
"One sec." Sam re-winded it to the part where Sonya "made-out" with Freddie.
"It was only for one second?" Carly slowly turned towards Sam. "And he didn't even kiss back?"
"Nope, he grabbed his bag, tried to convince her that he wasn't going to allow this, she tried to kiss him again and he abruptly announced he was leaving, and ran down the stairs cause he heard someone running." Sam stood kind of… proud like. "Even Fredlumps can't get lost in a make-out session from a total nut!"
"Wow…" Carly slowly paced for a second, and then froze. "So, he really tried to get away?"
"Yep." Sam responded with a smile. "He's a lot smarter than I give the whacky-doo credit for."
"Yeah." Carly smiled for half a second at her amusing best friend, and then frowned. "Now I feel all bad."
"What? Why?" Sam got behind her and held onto her shoulder.
"Cause, I thought he would fall for it, y'know, like he did with Valerie…"
"Carls, come on! He's been through this before, so he won't be as stupid again!" Sam squeezed her shoulders reassuringly.
"Yeah… But, c'mon, it's Freddie; girls don't really, y'know…" Carly started, but wasn't sure how to finish it without insulting Freddie just a little bit.
"Like him, ask him out?" Sam suggested with a shrug.
"Uh huh. So, I thought he'd, y'know take his chances and-" Carly started, but abruptly stopped.
"Carls it's okay." Sam patted her back, and then sighed as she tugged her over to the beanbags, due to her non-responsive nature. "Okay, what's up?" She got her serious face on.
"Nothing…" Carly faked.
"C'mon, Carly! Ever since you went up to get your "little bag" you've been shaky, wobbly and uneasy. Which are all basically the same! What is wrong?" Sam froze, realizing what could be. "Wait, are you jealous?" She pointed a finger with a serious look.
"No!" Carly immediately got her defensiveness on and jumped up, as Sam followed her over to the elevator.
"Yeah you are!" Sam hid a laugh.
"No, I'm not." Carly defended herself.
"C'mon Carls." Sam grabbed her shoulders and turned Carly around to face her. "This all makes sense! The "Fan Girl" at the Groovy Smoothie, with no warning you were all "Get outta here!" S-Sonya! When we had our talk about how I didn't trust Sonya cause I thought she might use Freddie and get rid of us? I turned you around, and as soon as you saw her staring at Freddie you started shaking uncontrollably, then tonight after iCarly!" Sam clapped for a few seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen Carly Shay is jealous!"
"Sam! I am not." Carly insisted.
"You think you aren't." Sam slowly circled her.
"I'm not." Carly crossed her arms.
"Carls." Sam sighed and stopped circling Carly who just stared at her with hardly any emotion. Sam put her hands on her hips. "Trust me. I know about this kind of stuff."
"Oh do you?" Carly asked with a slight mocking tone in her voice.
"I do." Sam nodded, sure of herself. "And there is only one way you could be jealous of girls going after Freddie." She paused for effect, and then leaned into Carly's ear as she attempted to whisper. "You like-"
"Don't say it!" Carly covered Sam's mouth and turned around.
"Okay, I won't say it." Sam laughed lightly and slowly walked in the living room, then abruptly turned around and pointed. "You like Freddie!"
"Sam! I do not!" Carly jumped on Sam's back and kept screeching; Sam just allowed her.
Spencer ran in the room wearing Carly's girly pink robe and slippers. "What's going on?" he paused. "Hey Sam."
"Carly likes-" Sam started, but Carly covered her mouth.
Carly jerked away in surprise. "Ew! Sam! You licked my palm!" Carly wiped her hand on her shirt as she jumped off of Sam's back. She turned to Spencer with a questionable look on her face. "Why do you have my robe on?" She glanced again. "And my slippers?"
"They're comfy… and…" Spencer started.
"Yes, now take 'em off!" Carly pointed to him.
"Okay." Spencer nodded nervously.
"Wait." Sam paused. "Are you wearing anything other than the robe and slippers?"
"Maybe…" Spencer admitted.
"Ugh! Do you still have your foot fungus?" Carly groaned.
"It's getting better!" Spencer defended.
"Keep it." Carly shot her hand in his face.
"The robe or-?"
"Both." Carly answered without hesitation.
"Ok." Spencer quietly answered.
Hopefully this wasn't too long! Or too short... LOL, Review peoples! :D