iStart a Fanwar

Summary-There are SO many things rumored about iStart a Fanwar, but two caught my eye. 'There will be a TWIST at the end' and 'There is a BIG surprise.' Possibly Seddie? Since I have no clue what a fanwar is and neither does Google so I made up my own definition.

Disclaimer-Yeah, I own iCarly. And Gibby is a mermaid. Oh! And Creddie's going to happen! Yeah right! If you didn't catch on, I don't own iCarly and I was using my favorite thing ever: sarcasm.

Chapter 7

Sam's POV (Picks up where other one left off)

I ran into Carly's apartment and shut the door.

"Chiz that's a lot of running!" I talked to myself. "I've never run so fast in my entire life! Well, there was that one time with the referee…"

I went over what happened. I kissed Freddie. And I told him it meant nothing, because it didn't. It's just the hero phase.

Hero phase, hero phase, hero phase.

…God, I sound like Freddie.

Just the hero phase.

I kept repeating to myself, trying to believe it. It had to be the hero phase. Had to, had to, had to! Why do I keep repeating myself!

I'm so confused!

Ugh, I need Carly!

"Carly?" I called. "Shay, where are you?"

"She's upstairs," a voice said. I jumped and the voice commented, "Jumpy, aren't we?" Adam came out, to where I could see him. I took out my emergency paintball gun, of which I stored in my pant leg, and shot him with it.

"Dude!" he yelled. "New shirt!"

"No one cares about your shirt problems!"

"I do!" he argued.

"You sound like Freddie!" I told him. "You reminded me of the nub! Bad!" I shot him with the paintball gun.

"Stop that!" he yelled.

"No!" I said, shooting him again. I started up the stairs, to Carly's room, but shot him one more time.

"Dude!" he yelled.

"It's out of my system now!" I called, running up the stairs...

"Great!" he said.

I barged into Carly's room and screamed, "Carly!"

"What?" Carly shot up from her bed, tears staining her cheeks.

"Aw, what's wrong?" I asked. "You seem so… sad."

"Thank you," Carly said, using sarcasm. "I didn't notice I was sad."

"So why you crying?" I asked.

"I kissed Adam and I pulled back and I told him that I didn't wanna ruin the fanwar but before that I attacked him with the hand vacuum and I can't believe I told him I couldn't date him because the kiss felt so right but I'm SO CONFUSED!" she yelled, speaking really fast.

"You kissed Adam?" I asked. "I kissed the nub!"

"Really? I heard it was a, and I quote, 'totally awesome perfectly cool make out session,'" she said.

"Who said that?" I demanded.

"Emma texted me," she explained, pulling out her phone.

"I'm gunna get her," I growled.

"And I won't be there when you do," Carly smiled.

"So what happened besides, kissing Adam, rejecting him, attacking him with a hand vacuum," I listed. "Wait. You attacked him with the hand vacuum?"

"It's effective! See?" she told me.

She grabbed the hand vacuum, put it up to my stomach, and pushed the on button. It was sucking up a section of my shirt and I teased, "Oh my god! Not the hand vacuum! I'm going to die!"

"I don't need your sarcasm!" she snapped, turning the hand vacuum off. I saw a fly and started swatting at it.

"Ugh! Where's the flyswatter?" I groaned.

"I told you, I threw it away!" Carly said. "It's not nice to kill things!"

"So? You're not a vegetarian," I pointed out, still swatting at the fly. "You eat meat!"

Carly rolled her eyes. We've gone over this a million times. It was like a running joke, but no one thought it was funny.

Carly sighed and explained, "Because if I become a vegetarian I'll have to eat fish. And what if everyone became a vegetarian? Huh? Fish would go extinct and animals would rule the earth!"

"Because that's possible," I scoffed.

Carly, not catching the sarcasm, commented, "Exactly."

"You stupid fly!" I groaned. I pulled out the paintball gun and shot it. Now it was splatted against the wall with a red paintball.

"Sam," Carly sighed. "I don't need a colorful dead fly on my wall."

"I think it looks cool," I told her.

"Give me the paintball gun," she said.
"Why?" I asked.

"Just give it," she ordered. I handed it to her hesitantly and she took it. Then she shot me with it.

"Did you just shoot me?" I asked.

"I believe I have," she smirked.

"Oh no you didn't," I smiled; making didn't sound like di-ant.

"Oh yes I did," Carly teased, making did sound like di-id.

Spencer's POV

"Carly!" I called, running into Carly's room.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"Oh my god, what you do?" Carly asked.

"Psh, Nothing," I laughed.

Flashback (In Spencer's thoughts)

I was in the iCarly studio, playing in the car couch seat thing I made.

"Neer! Beep! Beep! I'm Spencer the racecar driver, fear me!" I said. "Squirrel!" I pretended to swerve. "That was a close one! Oh no! A clown! Ahh!" I pretended to swerve but then I jumped out of the car prop. I ran around the room screaming, "Get away from me you clown! Ahhh!" While running, I ran into a project in progress of Carly's for science. She was supposed to make an acid or goo of some sort. It was in a big bowl and I accidently tipped it over. It fell all over the floor and spread so the floor was all red.

"Aw, that's gross!" I pouted.

I picked up the remainder of the goo in the bowl but heard a voice comment, "Cool!"

The voice startled me, so I threw the goo, making it cover the rest of the iCarly studio. I turned around and saw Gibby.

"Gibby!" I yelled. "Uh, don't tell Carly."

"As long as I can roll in it," he negotiated.

"Uh, sure," I agreed.

"Awesome!" Gibby smiled. He took off his shirt and started rolling in the goo. "This is more fun than stepping in the hair bucket!"

"Oh Gibby," I sighed.

End Flashback

"Yeah, nothing," I determined.

"Then why is Gibby covered on red goo?" Sam asked, pointing to Gibby, who was behind me. She got off of the bed and walked up to Gibby. Then she got a bit of the goo onto her finger and licked it. "Ew, and it doesn't even taste good!"

She spit the goo back on Gibby stomach and Gibby said, "Cool."

"Gross! Wait, is that's my goo for my project?" Carly asked. "Did you?-You didn't!-Did you spill my goo?"

"No…" I lied.

"What did I tell you about lying?" Carly asked me.

"It's naughty, and if I lie Santa won't come visit me and I'll get coal in my stocking," I answered.

"Does anyone else think it's weird that Santa sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake?" Sam asked. "Seems stalkerish…"

"It really does," I agreed.

"We aren't talking about jolly fat dudes being stalkers!" Carly interjected. "We're talking about my project being all over Gibby!"

"And the iCarly studio," Gibby added.

"What?" Carly screeched, jumping off her bed.

"Gibby!" I yelled.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Sorry isn't good enough," I snapped.

"Fine! I'm not sorry! How you like that?" Gibby said. "Yeah, you just got served." Then, he walked out.

"That made no sense," Carly said.

"Is he still seeing that therapist?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, I just know he's a weird kid," I said.

"He is a Gibby," Carly sighed.

"So true," Sam agreed at the same time I said, "Yeah."

"Ugh! Stop getting me off topic," Carly groaned. "Why is my project all over the iCarly studio? Oh my god, the goo's all over the iCarly studio!" Carly ran out of the bedroom and to the elevator with Sam and I following.

She pushed the button frantically and sighed, "Spencer, did you try to fix the elevator again?"

"Maybe…" I trailed off.

"Spencer!" she yelled. "Guess we're taking the stairs."

We went up the stairs and into the iCarly studio.

"Ew," Sam commented.

"Ugh, you're going to get a time out mister!" she told me.

"Aw," I pouted.

"I don't wanna hear your excuses, get in the corner!" she commanded.

"Yes Carly," I agreed, retreating to my place in the corner.

Sam's POV

"This means we all have to sleep in my room!" Carly complained.

"The guys could sleep in the living room," I offered.

"Spencer has to sleep on the couch," Carly told me.

"Why?" I asked.

"He started eating a corn dog three years ago," he said.

"And?" I asked.

"He never finished it," Carly told me.

"So it…" I trailed off.

"Yeah," Carly confirmed. "People are coming over next week to disinfect his room because stuff is growing out of it."

"That's awesome!" I said.

"Not really," she told me.

~OoO~

"No, that's not going to work," I said. We were in Carly's room discussing the sleeping arrangements.

"Yes it will!" Carly smiled.

"I'm not sleeping with the nub," I told her.

"Yes, you, me, and Freddie on the bed, since we're the three closest," Carly started.

"I am not close to him," I tried to convince her.

"You've known each other since 1st grade," Carly pointed out.

"Pre-K," Freddie and I said in unison. "Hey! Stop that! Ugh!" (Again, in unison.)

"See? Closest! And Emma sleeps on the couch thing, and Adam on the other couch thing," Carly told us.

"Love those adjectives," I teased.

"Shh! Then Gibby is on that thingamajiggy next to the window," Carly said.

"Actually it's called a…" Freddie started.

"No one cares!" Carly snapped.

"Burn," I smirked.

"No, not meant to burn!" Carly said.

"But it did," Emma interjected.

"But it wasn't supposed to!" Carly yelled.

"Wait, why is Gibby here? Why can't he go home and Freddork can sleep on the thing next to the window?" I asked. "Wait! Why isn't Freddork at home?"

"He locked himself out," Carly told me.

"Again?" I asked.

"I'm sorry! Someone stole the key!" he argued, implying I stole it.

"Or you lost it!" I yelled.

"Yeah, cause I wanna sleep in the same bed as you," he scoffed.

Yeah, because sleeping in a bed with you is a skip through a fresh meadow," I argued.

"A skip through a fresh meadow?" he asked.

"I need ham," I said. He was about to speak but I put my finger to his lips and said, "Shh; ham time."

~OoO~

"Let's go to bed," Carly suggested, obviously getting bored with watching Werewolves Rock for the billionth time… at least.

"No, It's only… 1:56," I told her.

"Exactly, the fanwar is tomorrow," Freddie reminded me.

"Fine," I agreed.

"Fine," he smirked.

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"We sound like that TV show!" I laughed. "What's it called? Cloudy with a Chance?"

"Yeah," Carly confirmed. "With Chab Lylan Mooper."

"Oh yeah! And his stunt double 'Chad Dylan Cooper'," I laughed.

"Chab? Sounds like flab…" Emma pointed out sleepily, resting her head on her brother's shoulder.

Carly laughed with me but stopped and said, "That show is so stupid."

"It really is."

"I'm tired," Emma yawned.

"Let's go to my room," Carly said. We all stood up and walked up the stairs to Carly's room.

"Ok, girls will change into pj's in my room," Carly told us. "And you guys… well, go pajamafy yourselves somewhere else!"

"Pajamafy?" Freddie asked.

"Dude," Carly said in a threatening tone.

"Ok," Freddie agreed.

"You guys tell Spencer it's time for bed, and even if he asks for 5 more minutes, put him to bed!" Carly ordered.

"Ok, put Spencer to sleep and pajamafy ourselves," Freddie teased. "We can do that." He and Adam walked off to go put Spencer to bed and get all pajamafied.

"Carls, can I borrow some P of the Js?" I asked.

Emma started laughing and I asked, "What?"

"You just said pee of the jays," she laughed. "You know like a jay bird urinating?"

"Ok… Carly pajamas?" I asked.

"Here," Carly said, throwing some short shorts and a tank top.

"Coolio," I said, exchanging the clothes I had on with the pajamas Carly gave me. I slid my shoes and socks off and used the trampoline to jump on Carly's bed.

Carly and Emma changed and each retreated to their sleeping spot.

"Carly, aren't you sleeping in the middle?" I asked.

"No, I have to sleep next to the hand vacuum," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's paranoia!" she yelled.

"What's paranoia?" Freddie asked as he and Adam walked in all pajamafied.

"Nunya cheese balls," I snapped.

"Ha, cheese balls," Emma said sleepily. "That's funny…"

"Uh, ok," Carly yawned. "Let's sleep."

"Whatever," I commented.

"No one needs your negativity!" she yelled.

"Ugh, whatever," I sighed. I scooted to the middle of the bed and Freddie climbed in next to me.

"Gibby!" Gibby yelled, running out of the room.

Ok then.

~OoO~

Oh my god it's freezing! I forgot Carly likes to sleep with the room -30 degrees. Why did Carly give me short shorts? Stupid Carly….

"You're cold," Freddie mumbled.

"Really? I didn't notice." I whispered sarcastically. "No duh! Thank you Captain Obvious!"

Freddie mumbled something before wrapping his arms around me and falling back asleep.

I was going to protest, but his warm embrace warmed me up immediately.

So, technically, I wasn't enjoying this because of his closeness, it was because I was freezing.

Ha!

So I don't love the nub! In your face! Ah, I love being right…

WARNING: THIS IS ONE OF THOSE LONG A/N'S THAT I'VE BEEN DOING

You've been warned…

FANWAR IS SO CLOSE IT'S KILLING ME!

Any who.

I feel really bad. I haven't thanked ya'll for all of the reviews you've given me. I feel like such a bad person :(

BUT, thanks so much! 112 reviews? Are you kidding? You guys are TRUE awesomesauce! I'm just SO happy that you're enjoying this.

Anyway…

Fun sleeping arrangements, huh?

Do you want me to do a chapter of their dreams? Sam would dream about Freddie, Freddie about Sam, Carly about Adam, Adam about Carly, Emma about… uh… I don't know yet, and Gibby and Spencer about something random (and funny.)

Tell me what you think.

LOL remember when I said my goal for this story was 50 reviews. I guess not! I shattered that goal. Maybe 200? It'll be, maybe, 20 chapters, maybe a little less. Does it sound too low? Or maybe too high?

Now…

The famous…..

WHY SHOULD YOU REVIEW?

So, why should you review?

You owe me. I'm serious.

I got in trouble for writing in class while one of my teachers was lecturing us on something, IDK what because I was writing, not paying attention. Anyway, you think you got it bad when you get in trouble at school? Try my school. It's the exact same except they go into this 3 hour PHD dissertation (called a 'Come to Jesus' meeting… bleh) about how not paying attention is 'not Christ like.'

Not fun.

I'll take your pity. Just tell me if this chapter was worth getting in trouble. I hope it was because that 'Come to Jesus' meeting was the LONGEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE.

AND you need to review if the lack of updating (that I'm really sorry about) is KILLING you. More reviews faster updates. The reviews make me motivated to write in class, even if I get yelled at. See? That's how much I love you guys XD

Ok, well, see you next time!

LOVE ALWAYS,

-randomness

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