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Freddie was checking his e-mail, warily glancing at Sam and Gibby, who were in a full-fledged conversation, actually enjoying each other's company.
Freddie still didn't believe it.
Sam put her feet on Gibby's lap, who didn't seem to mind, and just kept his happy-go-lucky smile (that creeped Sam out slightly, but she didn't want to dwell on Gibby's negatives, today.)
"So, Gibster, where's Tasha?" Sam asked, playing with her long dirty blonde hair. Freddie seemed mesmerized by it, until he shook his head out of his (pathetic) trance. Gibby shook his head sadly.
"In the pool; But she's been surrounded by a ton of boys for the better half of 3 hours." he said, wiggling his stomach for emphasis. Sam recoiled and took her feet off his lap.
"O-Oh, I see. Poor you. You should get an ugly girlfriend, Gibby...you're life would be so much easier!" Sam boasted, her feet now moving to sit on an orange chaise.
Freddie finished doing what he had to do on the iCarly website, and sat down on the same chaise as Sam. Sam only blushed a little (she didn't need a nerd to see her stupid weakness) and moved her legs accordingly. Freddie smiled a little and nodded in appreciation.
"Gibby, don't listen to Sam-if you did, you'd live a very unhappy life. I'm not kidding." Freddie said, and glanced sternly at Sam. She smiled sheepishly and sipped her mango lemonade (which she was gonna need a refill of soon) shyly in response.
"Why don't you show everyone who Tasha belongs to, eh?" Freddie smiled at Gibby, who looked at him in confusion.
"She belongs to her mom, right? Am I supposed to stand on a table and yell out that she belongs to her mom, Freddie? Am I right?" he smiled widely, as if he actually was correct.
Sam and Freddie sighed in unison. Sam put her feet on Freddie's lap. He didn't argue, but rolled his eyes. At Gibby's stupidity and Sam's...obnoxiousness. He felt bad for himself that he had to deal with both.
"No, Gibby." Yet again, Sam and Freddie said in unison. Sam wanted to add more, but didn't so she wiggled her feet on Freddie's lap. He rolled his eyes (again.)
After a few seconds of wondering what was wrong with Gibby's brain, Sam looked at Freddie.
"Tell the fool what he has to do, already, Fredwad!" she snapped, removing her feet from his lap, rolling her ocean eyes. Freddie felt a pang in his chest, and automatically reached for Sam's legs and put them back on his lap. Sam blushed, but didn't protest.
(Well, she was in love with the guy.)
Freddie coughed, awkwardly.
And yes, they were all doing this in Gibby's presence. He giggled like a girl.
"Eee, are you two hiding somethin' special from me?" he wiggled his tummy.
They both shook their heads rapidly. "Nah," they said in unison.
Gibby giggled again, but smiled. "So what am I supposed to do? Profess my love for her on iCarly, or something?"
"And how!" Sam said, nodding and smiling at Gibby. Gibby looked confused.
"And how what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam. She only rolled her blue eyes in response. She looked at Freddie, whose eyes were glazed over in a confused daze. She tapped him on the head (...harshly, the narrator shall add.)
"OUCH, SAMANTHA!" he exclaimed, backing off the chaise and falling on his butt. Sam laughed and leaned off the chaise, looking at Freddie's (adorable) flustered face.
"We're doing a live webcast, right?"
"We always do a live webcast, Sam." Freddie rubbed his forehead.
"Soooo, why not have Gibby and Tasha live at the pool, Gibby confesses his undying love for Tasha on air and-SMOOCH! A huge smooch-fest live, on iCarly." Sam smiled triumphantly at Freddie, her pearly whites shining. He smirked.
"Never thought you were such a romantic, Samantha." he said coolly, smiling at her stuttering.
"I-I-I...I am no romantic, you...you big fat nub." Sam said, and then face-palmed at her choice of words. He was really getting to her. Freddie laughed.
"Nice one! You're sixteen, and that's the best comeback you can give me? Slightly pathetic, Sam. Just slightly." Freddie chuckled and stood up, walking over to the technology set-up in the corner of the cabana. Sam looked flustered, and stared at a confused (as always...) Gibby. He just shrugged and smiled at her cluelessly, and she just looked bewildered at his stupidity.
"Uhm...so Gibby, you gonna be prepared by the time we call you right? You remember when iCarly starts, so make sure you're by the pool at that time, kay?" she asked, standing up. She still had her dress on, and crossed her arms to her ample chest, glaring holes in Freddie's back. He smirked aimlessly.
"Yeah, Puckett? Your glares are quite intense."
"Shut-up, dipwad." Sam said coldly, and looked back at Gibby.
"Sure, Sam. Me and Tasha will BE THERE!" he said, and started to lift his arms. He waved them wildly. "Heehee, if I had a shirt on right now, I'd take it OFF, epically. EPIC. ALLY." he shrieked, and ran out of the cabana.
"Why is he so idiotic, Freddie?" she asked, rolling her eyes and taking her dress off, revealing her violet bikini. She checked herself in the mirror, and grabbed the black pair of Coach shades and put them on her face. She put her hair into a ponytail and winked at herself in the mirror. "Mama looks smokinnn'." she said, and walked over to the chaise, grabbing her cellphone (to call the patio restaurant for another mango lemonade and a pulled pork sandwich. Sue her.)
"What are you talking abou-oh good God." Freddie dropped his (expensive) video camera. He looked at Sam, blushing and muttering and stuttering and the whole nine-yards, until he turned around to tend to his now bruised (and prolly' broken) camera. Sam looked at him, shrugged, and headed out of the cabana with a casual nod of her head.
Carly was sitting on the bar stool, sipping a (spiked) Wahoo Punch and tossing her long hair back occasionally. She looked into her purse and pursed her lips.
"Where...Where in the world did my sunglasses g-" she said, frantically searching her purse until she saw big lime-green eyes staring at her with mirth and a sly smug look.
She screamed. ...Loudly.
"WHAT THE CHIZ?" she paled and put her heart to her chest looking at the idiot who scared the living shi-...chiz, out of her.
Ian smiled warmly at her, and stood up from behind the mahogany bar. He was shirtless (as Carly had expected) and wearing dark green swimming trunks, from what Carly could see. She glanced up at his face, glaring a little. She'd heard about Ian and his womanizing ways, and as sexy as he was, she didn't feel like falling victim to it. Carly Shay was better than that. She smiled to herself and then looked into his eyes. Intimidated after a few seconds, Carly settled on staring at the smooth hardwood floor of the patio. He looked at her, confused, and ran a hand through his jet-black hair.
"I didn't think the famous Shay was a nervous wreck." he said, his voice as smooth as velvet as he sat atop the bar. Carly rolled her eyes.
"What, Ian? Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Talking to erm...Wendy, for example! She seems like way better pra-I mean a way better person to talk to!" Carly giggled out the last part, fiddling with her hair. Ian looked at her strangely.
"What, you think I'm gonna hit on you?" He smirked and hopped onto the floor. "Don't flatter yourself, Shay." he said, starting to walk past her, wondering where that Wendy girl actually was. Carly scoffed. Was he kidding? she thought, and turned him around suddenly to face her. His eyes opened widely, surprised.
Carly crossed her arms and stared at him harshly, ignoring the fact that she was a good two inches away from him.
He just called her ugly.
(Technically.)
NO ONE calls the Carly Shay UGLY.
She glared at him. He stared back, rather clueless.
"Yes, Shay?"
"Did you imply that I am ugly?" she asked threateningly. He raised an eyebrow and looked her over.
He shrugged. She glowered.
"I mean...your okay, for a webshow host." he said casually, tossing his hand. He smirked at her leaning down to her height.
"I mean, compared to Sam over there..." he whispered. Carly's eyes went ten times wider and she slapped him.
"Go drown." she said, and sauntered away.
No one could notice, but his smirk got a little wider as he held his cheek and went to sit down on the chair.
Carly made her way to Sam, seething.
Sam was eating her pulled pork sandwich (obnoxiously) and sipping her mango lemonade. She looked at a bewildered Carly Shay and widened her eyes.
"Yeah, Shay? Wazzup? You do know the show starts in a few-" Sam didn't even get to finish her sentence (with a full mouth) before Carly had grabbed the pulled pork sandwich and started eating.
"I am NOT ugly. I'm actually very pretty for a girl my age. And I totally would've won homecoming if Amber Riley didn't hit me with a chicken bone and say to everyone that I was a clumsy skunk-bag that didn't deserve to win the title. WHICH I TOTALLY DESERVED, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. STUPID CHICKEN BONE!" Carly rambled, furiously munching on the sandwich. Sam's jaw went slack as she looked at Carly. She shook her head with mock dissapointment and giggled.
"Carls, cool off-"
"SAMANTHA, THE CHICKEN BONE. THE BOOOOONNNEEEE." Carly looked full on insane as she started to shake Sam(antha), her eyes glazed over.
"Shaddup, Carlotta. Cool off, iCarly starts in a few minutes and you seem to be hellbent on talking about a damn chicken bone? PRIORITIES?" she barked out, her blue eyes shining with mirth and a sly smirking her pale pink lips. She drawers her arms expectantly.
"Err...do a kickass iCarly webcast, get back at Ian Baxter, finish the pulled pork sandwich...please?" she said, tangling her now barbecue stained hands together wearily, looking at Sam. Sam sighed and handed her the last piece of the sandwich, shutting her eyes tightly.
"Good girl. I'll go and get Fredbutt, alright? You go and get pretty for the show, and get my dress, will ya'? Can't be half-naked in front of ten year olds, and other creeps who get off on my teenage body." Sam said, winking and shoving a wide-eyed Carly, who grabbed the last piece and nibbled on it. She passed Ian and flipped him off, glaring at him. He only smiled in response.
"Nice ass, Shay!" he only said, leaving a blushing Shay walking towards the patio.
Sam rolled her eyes and heaved her way towards the main cabana lazily, yawning and opening the curtains to the cabana and looking at Freddie. She sighed and crossed her arms.
"Dude, iCarly in T-Minus five minutes, stop looking pathetic and set-up. Good God, sometimes the laziest person shouldn't have to do all the work, ya know!" she shrieked, thumping the absentminded Freddie in the forehead. He gasped from the pain.
"Dammit, Sam! I have everything set-up, already. Don't...Don't hit me." he rubbed his forehead and walked over to his (nerdy) technology cart, picking up the camera. "Where's Carly?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"And I'm hereeee! Miss me?" Carly waltzed in with Sam's yellow dress, rolling her eyes after she winked at Freddie. He smiled. "Sam, here, put it on, show starts soon!" she said, tossing Sam the dress and flipping her hair. She walked over to the set location, smiling and smacking her lips. (She must maintain maximum lip shine.) Sam was just tossing her hair back, putting on her dress. Freddie was startled that he found Sam putting a dress on sexier than Carly's enticing lip smacking.
So what? Sue him.
"And we're on in 5...4...3...2..." Freddie nodded his fingers towards Sam and Carly, who we're smiling widely at the camera.
"I'm Bob!" Carly waved grandly, making a puckered face as if she'd sucked a lemon.
"I'm Billy!" Sam nodded her head as if she was at a rock concert.
"And this is iBilly!" Sam and Carly waved their arms in a wild manner, slapping random items to the floor.
"We're kidding, this is Sam and Carly, and of course, you losers-"
"This is iCarly."
"Now, we're going to be doing something really special for you guys today!" Carly smiled widely and started to walk out of the cabana, into the summer sun. "We are going to look at comments you guys are writing and sending now in our iCarly web-chat, and we're going to do every single dare you ask us to do! And just for you guys-"
"We'll be doing dares live that guests and this pool party ask us to do, no matter how embarrasing and/or impossible they are! We're going to be having lots of fun, yes?" Sam ended her statement in a Russian accent, using a pair of her long blonde hair as a makeshift mustache. Freddie smiled and chuckled.
Carly started walking around backwards, making her way to the pool. Sam's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Gibby. He nodded.
"Err, Carls?" she looked at Carly, who was now doing a random dance in the middle of the patio, courtesy of Ginger, a meek teenager who was sipping a root beer nearby, giggling. Sam waved her hand. "No matter. FREDALUPE!" Sam yelled, thunking the camera. He shook his head.
"What, Sam?" he growled, aiming the camera at Carly. Sam roared.
"Gibby, you idiotic nerd!" she yelled, grabbing him and leading him towards Gibby. Freddie's eyes widened, and he quickly turned the camera on himself.
"Haha, sorry for the interruption of this hilarious dare, but we have to let Gibby confess his love for Tasha live- and yes, California702 and StandardNostalgia- the iCarly cast knows all about your desperate need to see Gibby live since last webcast, and here...he...is!" Freddie flipped the camera to a wide-eyed Gibby, who was shaking his stomach and somehow making out with Tasha. They separated for a moment so Gibby could walk towards the camera.
"YOU SEE THAT CHICK IN THE PINK ZEBRA BIKINI? WELL, WORLD, THAT CHICK IS MINE. MINEEE, FOOLS." Gibby whooped and hollered, and went back to makeout passionately with Tasha again, who was blushing heavily. Sam raised her hand and whooped.
"Haha, go Gibby!" Sam and Freddie said in unison, smiling at each other for what seemed a moment paused in time. They both blushed.
"Uh, lets go back to Carly, she looks freaked." Sam skipped over to Carly, who was looking wide-eyed at Ian Baxter.
"NO. No...no way. We're not doing that dare, it's stupid, it's impossible, it's...it's...UGH!" Carly walked over to Sam and looked at the camera, obviously pissed.
"Ian stupid Baxter over there dared us to-"
"Go to each state capital in two weeks, starting with Olympia, Washington." Ian smirked and got into Carly's face, winking. She flopped her lips like a fish. "With me, of course." he added, smiling.
Sam's eyes widened.
"Are you kidding?" she asked, jumping up and down excitedly. She looked at the camera, smiling widely, baring her pearly whites.
"I'm completely serious. You guys up for it? More importantly, are the iCarly fans up for it?" Ian raised a finger and winked at the camera. A million comments sprung up on the iCarly web-chat. Freddie scoffed. (He also added, "Stupid Ian", but the narrator wouldn't rather dwell on the negative, here.)
"Sam! You aren't seriously thinking about-"
"We gotta do it, Carls! We'll take the fans with us every step of the way, now come ON!" Sam was bouncing around wildly. The dare had set off a fire in her, one Carly knew she couldn't put out even if she had a thousand hoses.
"Ugh, Sam-Wait, Freddie, are you up for this?" she asked, looking at the weary Freddie. Freddie looked at Sam and quickly looked at Carly and nodded.
"Olympia here we come, eh?" he laughed.
Carly sighed. "Fine then, we're up to your challenge, Ian." Sam jumped up and down.
"This is TOTALLY like Around the World in 80 Days kickass!" Sam yelled, whooping and hollering until she looked at the camera, completely serious. "We'll be back when we're on the road to Olympia, folks. For now though, I'm Sam-"
"And I'm a pissed off Carly, and this has been-"
"iCarly!" Ian boasted in, shaking his butt for the camera. (Freddie scoffed some more, but like we said, no dwelling on the negative!)
This was going to be an amazing two weeks, eh?
Shaddup, it's my first time where they've done the iCarly show live, and no matter what anyone says, I'm not that funny. Sorry for the run-on(s) XD.
But please, review, and SOOOO SORRY for the wait. What I had originally planned for Chapter 3 was kinda dirty XD.
And how do ya'll like Ian Baxter? My favorite person in the WORLD so far LOLOL XD
See ya next time,
Mandotta.