Laziness? Check. Guilt? Double check.
Alright, ever since my final exams, everything's been hectic. I went to America – it was ahmazing – had to enrol at college, started my first year and now I'm busier than ever with my course on Early Childhood teaching.
I suppose this chapter will have something to do with my Children's Literature class, because iCarly is made for children… and I do have a heart of one.
Also a special shout out to prn who's given me the sweetest reviews, as all of you have been. I feel sorry for you the most because you've been relying on me waaaay too much D:
On with the chapter, and thank you guys so much for bearing with me!
Carly trudged down the stairs, a mix of shock and disgust was her expression. Holding a clump of her hair up above her head, she was still trying to dry her face off with a tea towel.
Spencer was on the couch, doing his daily channel flicking and junk food extravaganza, occasionally yawning from time to time. He was just about to press the + button, when a low whine could be heard from behind him.
Dropping the remote with a fright, he turned around slowly to see a gloomy Carly, eyes narrowed, and nostrils flared.
Spencer had never seen her like this in a while and either something has made her really angry, or he had just forgotten about something that interrupted her daily life of being a teen.
"You left your gum on the shower head again!" She shrieked. Yep, it was the second one.
His mouth made a letter box, as he cringed at her sudden sprout of anger. "That's where I left it! Ooh yeah, sorry about that kiddo… want me to help?" He already got up off the couch and skipped towards her, dreading to groom her. But hey, what are siblings for?
Carly let go of the messy clump and almost pushed it into Spencer's hands. "Ugh, it's so gross. Get it out!"
"Alright alright, geez, hold still! You're like an angry gremlin who hasn't been fed yet." Spencer said that while removing the first strands of hair from a worn-out pink gum.
"Really, a gremlin?" Carly's eyes glances at him with frustration. "Ew ew ew ew ew…"
"Did I do something to offend you, or-" Spencer's face started to soften, pouting just a little.
"Mm, no, sorry, I guess it's just that- OW!" Her hands went immediately to her head, rubbing it consistently.
"Ha ha, got it! Well that was fun." He seemed too proud of himself, strolling back to the couch, with Carly pouting behind. They both sat down with a thud.
"Yeah, it was a real hoot." She spat. Spencer raised his eyebrow at her, signalling Carly to talk.
"Ugh, I'm sorry. It's just this whole iCarly ratings thing. Freddie's got me all worked up! They just aren't the same as when the show was at its peak, and since we haven't had a live performance in a while that might get viewers up, but if the performance really sucks we could lose a whole chunk of audience than even before that performance and-"
"Shhhhhh…." Spencer suddenly held a finger to Carly's lips, pulling her head into his chest.
"This isn't helping- oh okay, that's my throat." She pulled away quickly. Spencer smiled at himself thinking at least he got her to lower her voice. "And the worst part of it is she hasn't even texted you yet to confirm with us for this afternoon!"
Spencer was about to grab a Reese cup from the coffee table, when that sentence caught him by surprise. "She did yesterday, I told you."
Once again, Carly's face changed from gloomy to irritated, glaring at him. "No you didn't!" Her voice went up two octaves, causing Spencer to block his ears quickly.
"Man girls can do crazy things…" He said to himself. "Okay then, she texted me yesterday…" He pulled out his phone from his jean pocked. "Here." He tossed her the phone, and she grabbed it with annoyance.
It read:
Hey Spencer + iCarly gang! My band people are in to come to yours around 11:30 for rehearsal of the song 'Valarie'; see you then! –Kelsey
After reading her name, Carly suddenly felt calmer and sighed deeply. "Hm okay. It's 11 o'clock now, so I really should finish getting ready. …and getting this smell of bubblegum out of my hair." She turned towards the staircase again and fled up the stairs.
"Why hello there Mr. Reese's peanut butter cup." Spencer's face turned a little serious, as he once again picked up the chocolate coated treat, bringing it to his mouth.
Just as his tongue touched the tip of it, there was a knock on the door. "Oh, come on!" He exclaimed a little too loudly.
He placed the treat down once again and got up off the couch. As soon as he turned the door handle, the room got real noisy, real fast.
"Where's the ham, I brought my huge fork!" Sam power-walked past Spencer and into the kitchen without glancing at Spencer.
He started to wave then realised she wouldn't care. "I'm good thanks Sam, how are you?"
Sam, already opening the fridge turned to look at him. "I didn't ask you how you were."
He nodded his head but felt like shaking it. "Carly's in her room, getting ready."
"Cool thanks." Sam said, already with a mouthful of ham in her mouth. "Mama out!" Dropping the fork in the sink, she ran up the stairs and was gone within a matter of seconds.
"Wh-wait, where's Freddie?" Spencer called out to her.
"Don't know, don't care!" She responded, her voice fading the higher in the loft she got.
He just shrugged, sat back on the couch once again, and holding the Reese cup – once again. "Let's do this." He said a bit too dramatically. He took his first bite, closed his eyes and felt like he was in heaven.
"Hilary was right. This is what dreams are made of!"
Musical interlude
"Mom, for god sakes, I need to go to Carly's!" Freddie whined hanging his head down. Mrs. Benson was busy measuring his son for her weekly check of growth spurts in all areas.
"Freddie, just a few more minutes! What happens if I find you've gone up another shoe size? I'd have to run out to the store today and replace all of your smaller shoes. Your flip-flops, sneakers, suit shoes, hiking boots, dress shoes… oh for heaven's sake, not to mention socks! What colours? Red, green, yellow, bla-"
"Moooom!" Freddie grumbled louder, causing Mrs. Benson to stop listing colours.
"Well I'm SORRY Fredward that I'm trying to look out for you." She gave that look that she always gave to him when she was annoyed. "At least let me finish measuring your right leg…"
He sighed deeply and moved away from his mother a little bit more. "Is that really necessary…" Freddie grumbled over to the door, as Mrs. Benson was still trying to set the tape measure straight.
"Goodbye mom!" He gave a little waved then shut the door fast. Mrs. Benson tried to catch up to his son but failed and yelped a little when her fingers nearly jammed in the door.
"Well." She said to herself. "He won't be happy when he comes home later to find I've donated his entire small shirts to charity."
On the other side of the door, Freddie was fixing his clothes up, dusting himself off from his mother's finicky ways.
When he looked up he saw Kelsey walking towards the Shay loft, playing with her hair, pouting a little as she walked in front of him.
"Hey cous!" He exclaimed, smiling at her, putting up his hand to receive a high-five.
She looked at him startled then crossed her arms. "Yeah, I don't think we're at that stage yet." He nodded his head in acceptance, feeling a little silly.
"So. How are you?" Kelsey slurred out the words, biting her lip. "You know, since the two days I saw you."
"You're never gonna feel any less anxious by waiting in the hall." Freddie simply stated, crossing his arms.
"Man, you're smart." He smiled proudly. "Ugh, is it that obvious? I've changed like, 5 times I'm so nervous!" She began looking at her clothes from head to toe whilst trying to fix up her hair.
"Well, what you've got on is… nice." Freddie immediately regretted saying that adjective, as he knew how girls could take compliments the wrong way – from Carly and Sam of course.
"Nice? 'Nice' isn't good enough. 'Nice' is alright if you're going to your grandma's retiring home, where all the people are half-bind anyway! I need to look more than 'nice' if- uh, how many people usually watch iCarly every week?"
"5, 000." Freddie said meekly. (AN: I'm not sure if that statistic is right… but let's say it is!)
"Oh greeaaat – m-maybe I should just go home and ch-" Before Kelsey walked around the corner, Freddie pulled her arm to face the door. "Just knock." He gestured towards the handle.
"Hmm, you're right. I'm being ridiculous." Kelsey saw an opportunity when Freddie wasn't looking at her. She started to slowly back away when Freddie startled her again by saying "Just knock!"
"Ugh, fine. But FYI, you now know where you get your impatience from."
So she knocked. Then she turned to Freddie again. "Do you know if Spencer's home?" She almost whispered.
He looked puzzled. "No, why?"
Because I want to see him again… She opened her mouth to respond, but then the door whisked open and there stood Carly. Saved by the teenager.
"Hey you two!" She smiled at Freddie and Kelsey, signalling for them to come inside. When Freddie walked past her, Carly made sure he ruffled his hair. He stopped in his tracks.
"You know my mom's just going to complain about my 'do' when she sees me next." He said.
"Ha, I know. I did that intentionally. Never gets old." She smiled while shrugging her shoulders and looked towards Kelsey.
"Hi, thank you so much for coming! You look great."
Kelsey genuinely smiled at that comment, her face brightening up. She turned to Freddie. "See? Simple, good adjective, and it's the waaay she said it."
Freddie just rolled his eyes whilst walking towards the kitchen stool to sit. "Sam here yet?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh yeah, she's upstairs getti-"
"GIBBEH!" Carly got interrupted when the door swung open, and the infamous catchphrase wafted around in the room. Kelsey wasn't sure whether to be amused, or frightened. Perhaps both.
"Hey Gibby." Carly and Freddie both said bluntly, politely smiling at him. He nodded in approval, like he was happy his presence was acknowledged, and then slowly strolled over to Kelsey.
"And who is this lovely creature over here?" Gibby paused in a purpose stance, raising his eyebrow.
Kelsey did the same, only hers was because of confusion. She stepped away from him and pulled back the hand he was going to kiss. "…who's this?" She pointed at him brusquely.
"'The shirtless potato' as Sam so abruptly called him." Carly replied.
Gibby shook his head in disappointment. "Yes, and I do not appreciate that remark. I am…" He paused for lame dramatic effect and took his shirt off. "the Gibbeh." He whispered the last two words, expecting a round of applause.
All he got was silence and a cool breeze on his belly.
"I thought you weren't going to take your shirt off anymore?" Freddie broke the silence. Kelsey was still perplexed at these crazy people. She thought she was the only one…
"Well I'm bringing shirtless Gibby back! Got a problem?" With every word he shouted a little more. Once more, silence filled the air. "Oh hey look, juice."
Gibby walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard and starting pouring apple juice into it, with a genuine smile on his face.
Just as the last drop fell into the cup, Sam ran downstairs with something flopping in her hand, smiling cheekily. "I knew I hid this burrito in her bedroom…" She mused to herself.
Both Freddie and Carly made disgusted faces whilst Kelsey wondered how stranger this bunch could get. She heard someone running upstairs and following Sam.
"Bad Sam – BAD! Do not eat that dirty old thing!" Spencer now was carefully running down the stairs watching her every move. "Hey, is that a tarantula on the top?" He said casually.
"AHH!" Sam immediately yelped and threw the burrito away from her – unfortunately Gibby was standing right behind her and got a Mexican hit of flavour. It took Sam a good 10 seconds to calm down and she looked at him. "Dude, you're back to taking your shirt off?"
"Really? That's the first thing you have to say after throwing a filled tortilla in my face?" Gibby shook his head in disappointment.
"Hey, it's the Adele chick." Sam changed the subject quickly, making Gibby a bit angrier. She darted her eyes around the room. "Where is she?"
"Huh?" Kelsey mused. "Oh, Lucy? She stayed home. She said, and I quote, 'she wasn't ready to deal with you yet.' She has trust issues, that one."
"Next time. We will meet again." Sam promised to herself, narrowing her eyes.
Meanwhile, Carly and Freddie were both bored by the turn out of today's shenanigans and were patiently waiting on the couch. "You think they're read-" "Shh, soon." She said to him.
Spencer dusted his hands off and placed them on his hips proudly. "Ha-ha!" He pretended to whip out a lightsaber from his jeans. "Oh young Sam, you have much to learn. A true jedi never reveals his-" Swishing his arms from side to side, he didn't realised he was moving backwards, nudging Kelsey with his elbow on the cheek.
Spencer stopped in his tracks and turned around. Smiling awkwardly, he pretended to put his lightsaber away and stood there for a few seconds. "Sup?"
Kelsey bit her lip and smiled a little, trying not to laugh like a maniac. She still did have her dignity, even if it was just a little.
"Go on then." Spencer looked confused as to what she just said.
"Use the force!" She responded to his expression. Putting her fingers to her temples, she shut her eyes and crinkled her nose.
He laughed a little at her unexpected ways and smiled. She smiled back, not knowing what to say next.
"You look great by the way." He said quietly, commenting on her outfit.
"Oh what, this old thing?" Kelsey rolled her eyes and pretended to act nonchalantly. When really this whole outfit took her many a moons to put together. (AN: Link for outfit on profile)
"Gibbeh." They all turned around to a still shirtless Gibby drinking his apple juice. "I haven't said anything in awhile…"
"You've send plenty." Sam snapped back at him, dusting her hands off. "Let's just work on putting on a good show today." She waved her hands to Carly, signalling for her to talk.
"Thank you Sam." Carly stood up and cleared her throat. "Alright guys, let's all go upstairs. Freddie, go get the tech equipment ready. Kelsey, text those band people of yours and ask them where the heck they are, because a sound check would be nice. Spencer, change into your clothes for the skit – it's practically first up! Sam, come with me and make sure we've laced all the shower scrubbers with whipped cream."
Kelsey had to hear that last sentence in her mind again to believe it.
"And Gibby for god sakes, wipe your face off!" After her little freak out, Carly inhaled deeply, put her hands together and exhaled. "Alright, let's do iCarly."
They all cheered and raced up the stairs. Kelsey stood there for a moment behind everyone, grabbed her phone out and giggled. She'd have to remind Lucy to get Freddie to have them for lunch over here.
Thirty minutes later, the camera was set up, Kelsey's band mates were finalising their instruments, Spencer was leaning on the wall in suspenders waiting for his cue, Carly and Sam were shaking their jitters off in the place where it all happens.
Freddie tossed Sam the remote, smiling a little at her. She accepted and smiled back.
Kelsey took a deep breath as he said:
"In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"
The longest chapter so far, YAAAAAAAAAAAY!
It's the least I could do after I made you guys wait so long…
I actually had to go back and read all four chapters again before I could start writing this one… hopefully I don't ever have to do that again.
Did you guys like this chapter? Is the story going slow, is it too detailed? Would you guys like more Seddie, or perhaps another crackship of some sorts?
I'm really trying to picture every event, sound and movement each of the characters do/make because I want it to be as authentic as in the show.
Honestly, I have no idea when the next chapter will be up. I might start writing on the train today while I'm going to university.
I LOVE YOU ALL~
(Please review, it will make me want to write faster!)
