Ok. Here's what I decided. I can't really think of any other ways to have only dialog chapters...cuz idk. I'm not super creative:}. So that's the main reason why last chapter was a blog on iCarly. com, hopefully everyone got that, and not a chat room or texting like the others. I was so sure I was cruising down in writers block but this chapter just kinda flew too me like..right now so I guess not.
Disclaimer:: iCarly is NOT owned by me.
SPOV:
My life sucks right now. I'm sitting here, all alone, in my room because not only am I not wanted, but....well I guess I'm mostly not wanted. Anywhere.
I was at Carly's house yesterday, chilling with Spencer. But Freddie had to come and ruin everything. Then after Freddie left, Spencer told me I should go home to cool down. His 'Nice guy' way of kicking me out. I could go back today but I'm afraid of seeing Freddie there again.
I don't know why but when we were all yelling and screaming, all I was thinking was what the heck?!? I mean, for one thing, I guess Freddie's the one who should be mad, not me. But, he ignored my texts for that little skunk bag Bridget. I think I have the right to be a little bit peeved.
Mostly, I was sort of torn because I never really yelled at Freddie liked that. Ever. Come to think of it, I never really yelled at anyone like that before. And I have done some pretty intense yelling. I don't know why I was so...so angry. It was just a text. But Just the thought of that flirty little Bridget and Freddie texting about who knows what it just made me so...so...what's the word? Wait a sec...uh oh...I hope I'm not-
Blink! My computers 'new message' sound went off.
Ready, Freddie: Sam?
Ready, Freddie: Are you on?
Ready, Freddie: Sam?
Freddie was messaging me. Which was weird because this whole 'fiasco' just happened yesterday. Who knows, maybe he's planning on cranking his apology.
Sam-i-Am: I'm not talking to you.
Ready, Freddie: But, you are talking to me. Right now.
Sam-i-Am: I'm chatting with you. Not talking.
Ready, Freddie: But, won't chatting lead to talking?
Sam-i-Am: idk. Maybe.
Ready, Freddie: Maybe?
Sam-i-Am: It depends.
Ready, Freddie: On what?
Sam-i-Am: On whether or not you apologize to me. If so, then yes.
Ready, Freddie: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What? Me? Apologize to you? I think you got it all switched around Sam. I'm the one with a deceased squirrel carcass in my locker!
Sam-i-Am: Okay, okayy. So I might have gone a little bit overboard. But! that doesn't give you any reason to ignore my texts.
Ready, Freddie: Yeah. You're right.
Sam-i-Am: I mean, that was like, really immature and-wait...what did you say?
Ready, Freddie: I said you're right.
Sam-i-Am: Oh. Well, never mind then...I guess.
Ready, Freddie: So...I guess I'm sorry for not taking your texts.
Sam-i-Am: And my calls!
Ready, Freddie: And your calls. Happy?
Sam-i-Am: Yes. Yes I am.
Ready, Freddie: Ahem *cough, cough.*
Sam-i-Am: You're excused.
Ready, Freddie: Sam.
Sam-i-Am: Freddie.
Ready, Freddie: Sam...
Sam-i-Am: Freddie....
Ready, Freddie: *_*
Sam-i-Am: OK, OK, fine! Gah! I'm sorry for putting a dead squirrel in your locker. There!
Ready, Freddie: And...
Sam-i-Am: I'm not gonna apologize for putting a skunk in Bridget's locker. I was gonna do that anyways.
Ready, Freddie: Harsh, but not what I was talking about.
Sam-i-Am: Then...what else do I have to apologize for???
Ready, Freddie: Let me give you a hint. Big. Blueberry. Muffin.
Sam-i-Am: Ummm...
Ready, Freddie: Anything beginning to jell here?
Sam-i-Am: Blueberry muffin......what?...oh...that...
Ready, Freddie: Yeah. That.
Sam-i-Am: Yeah, I'm uh, sorry about standing you up at lunch the other day. I kinda spaced. Thinking about Ethan, you know?
Ready, Freddie: Yeah, I guess I forgive you. I just....
Sam-i-Am: What?
Ready, Freddie: I mean was it really THAT hard to just show up?
Sam-i-Am: I guess not....
Ready, Freddie: And if not that, at least call me or text me or SOMETHING so I wouldn't go all the way to Groovy Smoothie for nothing?
Sam-i-Am: No. It wasn't. I'm sorry!...It's just...I reallllly like Ethan.
Ready, Freddie: Yeah. I get that much.
Sam-i-Am: So, are we cool?
Ready, Freddie: Sure. It's no fun being mad at peoples anyway.
Sam-i-Am: lol. That's true. Man, I'm sooo bored.
Ready, Freddie: I'm not...doing anything right now, you wanna...go to Groovy Smoothie? For real this time?
Sam-i-Am: Sure.=] But, you're still buying right?
Ready, Freddie: Haha. Yeah, I'll buy. But I expect you to be there!
Sam-i-Am: I WILL BE!
Ready, Freddie: Promise?
Sam-i-Am: Promise:]
Kay thanks for reading! I tried to put the least bit of Sam's P.O.V. as I could cuz, I just hate writing "he said" and "she said." that's mostly the reason why I write in this story format. Review please! Tell me if I'm ruining the story because I kinda feel like I will if I'm not careful.
