iWork For Spencer
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Ch 7
iCritic
Spencer spent days looking at the sculpture his close family friends had made. He couldn't understand two things. One he couldn't understand how in the world Sam and Freddie got done with the sculpture so fast, and two, he couldn't understand what the sculpture was. To him it looked like a bunch of beaten up junk that two teens put together, threw paint at it, put their images on it, and then put various meats on it. Weird. Of course, Spencer usually made his sculpture from beaten up junk but this piece of junk he couldn't get at all, which was ironic, to an extent. However, after a long period of time of guarding it from unfortunate accidents, it was almost time for his works to be put in the art museum. He got a call that a critic was coming over to inspect his work. He knew that this would be important, seeing that this critic would ensure how many people would see his art work. Just then, Freddie walked in the door.
"Sup Spence," Freddie said.
"Yo, Fredo," Spencer said back, "The girls are up in the iCarly studio."
"Okay," Freddie said, "I have something I need to install anyway."
"Have fun with your multi-colored wires," Spencer said, "and whatever other electrical stuff you play with."
Freddie went upstairs to the studio. When he got up to the studio he found Carly and Sam were shooting arrows at the lonely foot on the monitor. He looked for a moment at their fun, but he decided not to interrupt. He went to his work quietly, for some reason he felt that it would be best not to disturb his friends. As he was fiddling with equipment when he saw a lose wire. Freddie bent down to re-hook the wire and felt a terrible surge go through his fingers thus letting out a scream of pain. Meanwhile, the girls were taken completely by surprise when Freddie let out his scream and both miss fired. Sam pulled her arrow back too far and the arrow struck one of the car seat light bulbs and broke it. Carly, on the other hand, over shot and the arrow disappeared. After the girls let the arrows fly, they turned around to find Freddie with holding his hand in pain. He looked back at the girls who were carefully watching his movements.
"I shocked myself," Freddie said, answering their mental questions.
"Are you okay?" Carly asked.
"Yeah," Freddie said, "I guess I should have worn rubber gloves first, or at least turned off the computer."
"No chiz, Benson," Sam said sarcastically, "Do we have to tell your mommy on you?"
Even Freddie knew Sam was messing with him, he knew what would happen if his mom ever found out he electrocuted himself.
"Trust me Sam, if my mom becomes more psychotic than she is now, I will be in prison for a very long time," Freddie played.
"Empty threats, Benson," Sam laughed, "Empty threats."
"Really Freddie," Carly said, "you need to be more careful. What are we going to do if we lose the best tech producer ever?"
"I have no idea," Freddie said with a smirk, "But don't you ever forget that I am the best tech producer ever."
"I'm sure we can find a better one," Sam said, "I am sure that the tech producer that will replace you is hot."
"Sam," Carly whisper-yelled, "Freddie is the best we have."
"Come on, Carls," Sam said, "wouldn't it be better if we actually had a hot tech producer?"
"Well," Carly said, "that would be nice."
"I know right?" Sam said, "Freddie is disposable."
"I'm right here you know," Freddie said.
"Whatever, Dishrag," Sam said.
Freddie heard a beep come from the computer. He looked at the monitor for a moment and then smiled.
"Well my work is done anyway," Freddie said, "I guess that means I won't have to listen to the co-host who can also be easily replaced by a hotter one; maybe by a hotter, more pleasant to be around kind of co-host."
Sam glared at Freddie. She had to think for moment which type of murder would have a longer prison sentence and which had a shorter prison sentence. When she came back to reality Freddie was gone. Sam ran down stairs after him with Carly not far behind to hinder her if she tried to Freddie. Sam found Freddie at the bottom of the stairs. She got to the middle and then jumped on his back. Freddie cried in shock of losing balance and the weight that had unexpectedly came crashing upon him. The pair crashed to the floor. Freddie rolled over to see his attacker, but was still off guard. Sam then got on top of Freddie and pinned his arms to the floor. They couldn't attack each other, but Sam had other options at her disposal. However, before Sam could do anything to him, she felt two arms around her and pulling her off Freddie. When Sam was off of Freddie and Freddie was standing up, Sam was put back on the ground. The two teens looked to find Spencer. Carly was watching the entire seen unfold from the stairs.
"You two just don't learn, do you?" Spencer asked knowingly.
Before either of them could answer a knock came was heard at the door. Spencer ran to open the door as Carly walked over to the two frienemies to "talk." Spencer opened the door to find an older woman with short white hair. She was wearing a suit and she had a notepad with her.
"Are you Mr. Shay?" She asked with a British accent.
"Yes, I'm Spencer Shay," Spencer said, "I suppose you are here to inspect my work?"
"Indeed I am," she said, "My name is Sarah Cornwallis. You will address me as Mrs. Cornwallis."
"Yes ma'am, Mrs. Cornwallis," Spencer said slightly out of fear.
"Good," Mrs. Cornwallis said as she entered Spencer's humble abode.
She took a moment to view each sculpture and then wrote something in her notepad. Then she got to the sculpture that Sam and Freddie made for Spencer. Mrs. Cornwallis took the most time with this sculpture. She examined every detail of it from top to bottom and all around. She went around the sculpture a few times and then just stopped and took it all in. Then she wrote something in her notepad for a minute and walked back over to Spencer.
"You have a true talent, Mr. Shay," Mrs. Cornwallis said, "I was most pleased with that sculpture."
Mrs. Cornwallis gestured to the sculpture Sam and Freddie made.
"Really?" Spencer asked.
"Yes," she smiled, "It depicts the passion and ferocity two lovers have for one another. Please, what is the name of that sculpture?"
"Um, Loving Hatred?" Spencer asked more than stated, but Mrs. Cornwallis didn't notice.
"Yes," Mrs. Cornwallis said after some thought, "The name describes the work perfectly. I see a bright future for you Mr. Shay. I look forward to the report I will be posting on your work."
With that Mrs. Cornwallis left the Shay's apartment. Spencer looked to find his sister and her friends with their mouths wide open.
"Lovers?" Sam asked, "We just threw a bunch of stuff at it."
"Yeah," Freddie said, "Sam and I are not lovers. What in the world was that critic thinking?"
"Um," Spencer tried to say, "The eye of the beholder?"
"That's what we were trying to do," Sam said, "How in the world does someone come up with something as stupid as thinking it was romance piece of art?"
"Don't look at me," Spencer said, "you guys are the ones who made it."
The two teens groaned in annoyance. This, however, was not going to be the least of their problems.
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