Author's Note: I'm terrible. And I'll say it again. I'm terrible. When did I update this story last? In January. JANUARY! AND NOW IT'S HALFWAY THROUGH FEBRUARY! I'm so sorry! It's just a new show that I'm thinking about writing stories for (House of Anubis), volleyball (which I won my first game!), and on top of all that, writer's block. But, with some good news, I'm going to write very often over this break!
Disclaimer: ... I don't own iCarly. ..Mhr.
~~Spencer's POV~~
I looked up to see a giant television screen with a big angry-looking man in a pinstriped tuxedo on it. Those types of men are the worst; they are worse than my grandfather, all stuffy and uncreative. I had a feeling that we'd intruded on something, and were going to pay big time for it.
"I SHALL ASK AGAIN! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" The man on the screen boomed.
"Who says 'shall'?" I snickered to T-Bo, who immediately stopped snickering along with me when the man yelled, "QUIET!"
"Alright, I am Spencer Shay, famous artist!" I replied, feeling very brave.
"Famous? Really? I've never heard of you."
"Dang it," I muttered under my breath. "But I am very famous…in Japan! Yes, they loved me over there. Gave me an award for my sculptures and everything!"
"Hmmm…." It looked as if the man were considering us. "You may be allowed in, but who is he?" the man pointed to T-Bo.
Oh no, T-Bo, please don't talk. T-Bo is not exactly who you'd call the mature type. Not like me. I could easily sway over any president to give me $500. T-Bo would only get a dead fish. No offense to T-Bo or anything; he's my second-best friend.
"I'm T-Bo, professional smoothieologist and care-taker of extra-smooth skin," T-Bo announced proudly. I scoffed in my brain. Like the man would be impressed with-
"Extra-smooth skin you say?" The man asked, curious.
"Absolutely! I can take your dry cracking skin, and turn it as smooth as a baby's bottom."
"Why would you want that?" I whined, wanting to be more mature but finding it hard, "I can make you a super cool sculpture!"
"Quiet you! My skin has been feeling very dry lately, and I've been getting some wrinkles on my face. Could you fix that, T-Bo?"
"Why of course I can Mr.?"
"Mr. Williams. But please, call me Andy."
"What about me? Can I come and help?" I asked, wanting to see the secret room as well.
"I guess you can come, too, Splinter," The man sighed reluctantly.
"It's Spencer," I corrected.
"Not if you want to see this room it's not."
"Splinter's coming," I muttered gloomily. T-Bo and I walked toward the large golden doors as they slowly opened, bringing in enough light to shine on the entire Seattle area. I wasn't sure if I was going to enjoy this as much as I thought I was.
~~Sam's POV~~
I felt myself surrounded by icy cold water, but I didn't feel wet for some reason. My clothes were sticking to my body, and I'm glad I realized to take a large breath of air before I went under. Too bad I'd have to breathe eventually.
The water was dragging me under, bubble crowding me, telling me to die. My vision was starting to clear up, but that made things worse when I saw where I was and started to panic. I was right by the cement rocks. If these bubbles kept pushing me down, I'd hit my head on the rocks, then die even quicker than I already was.
But I couldn't die. I had already almost died before during that fight with Carly. I wouldn't be able to tell Carly that she's the best friend I'd ever had in the world; that she's a sister to me. I wouldn't be able to tell Spencer that he's practically my brother, and that he's the weirdest person in the universe, but that makes him awesome. I wouldn't be able to tell Gibby that he's probably even stranger than Spencer, but a great and loyal friend.
Then there's Freddie. Oops, I meant Fredhead. Those names are never boring to come up with, even drowning and about to die. He's even closer to me than Carly is, and even though we fight constantly, I enjoy it. It's the cheesiest thing ever: the love-hate relationship we have. But I say, bring on the cheese! He's helped me at my worst moments, my rock bottoms, and he's brought me right back where I need to be; on top. Freddie's called me a demon, but he's also called me a princess, even when I know I'd never, ever be one compared to Carly. I wouldn't be able to tell him I love him if I die.
I could feel my lungs compressing, screaming for air. My vision was getting darker, but one twinkle of light coming in. It was the light beaming off of an odd-shaped rock (I know, how could I be thinking of rocks at a time like this?), and it was gold, which was weird since the only rocks around here were made of cement. I mustered up all the energy I had left, and reached for the rock. It was special, it has something important attached to it, and I promised myself that if I stayed alive, I would find out that important information.
Right when I felt as if I was about to fade away completely, a strange thing happened. You know when people say that when they're about to die, they see their life flash before their eyes? Well I found out, that's definitely true.
It started in the beginning, when I first met Carly. Carly told me she had a neighbor who was about our age and that I should meet him. When we went to the guy's apartment next door, he opened it and was playing with a miniature Galaxy Wars Proton Cruiser. I didn't know what it was at the time, so, curious, I had to ask.
"It's a Proton Cruiser, form Galaxy Wars. It was used in the battle with Zorkon and Nug-Nug. Want to see?" the little kid asked, his face glowing with excitement.
"Carly?" I asked.
"Yeah, Sam?"
"You do know you live next-door to a nerd, right?"
There were various glimpses of the rest of my life, starting with the beginning of iCarly, and little things that happened throughout then. I could see myself at school, the Groovy Smoothie, Carly's apartment, and the last place, the fire escape. I saw the final memory from my flashback moment. It was on the fire escape, a few months after Freddie and I kissed.
"Do you remember what happened here, Sam?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah, I remember," I answered, allowing myself for a moment to get caught up in flashbacks within flashbacks.
"Yeah. Do you remember what you felt when you realized you were kissing a nub?"
"Um, yeah, I think I have to go and see Carly about this assignment due in the morning."
"Wait a minute, Sam."
"What?"
"I just wanted to say: I hate you." Freddie smiled at me, causing me to roll my eyes and turn away, leaving time to say one last thing.
"Hate you too," I whispered, knowing he would hear it.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was a sharp pain in the back of my head, red water all around me, strong arms lifting me up, and a concerned face close to mine.
Author's Note: Don't worry, I'm going to update sooner than before. I'm going to update Monday night, so be prepared for another chapter then. I just felt as if this was where I was supposed to end. I think it was that little author's voice inside me. But it also wants me to feed it mini cupcakes, so I'm not so sure about it. Good to the bye!
~mhristheword097 logging off.