Author's Note: Hola, readers of the internet. Well, here I am. I was going to do this Friday, but I had a piano lesson. On Saturday I was gone a t a birthday party the whole day. It's a good thing that I already had this chapter typed up. I think I will update on the weekends, because more people read then. So, without further ado, Chapter Four.
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Conceit and Contemptuousness
Chapter Four
A few days later I was back in their loft. We were recording iCarly for the first time.
"Well, surely you must be an idiot, because there is not, nor has there ever been a squirrel upon my lip." Sam finished.
"And that's all the time we have for today, folks." Carly said.
"I'm Sam, she's Carly, and always remember two important things," Sam stated.
"One," Carly said. "Never cook a hamster in a waffle iron."
"And two," Sam continued. "Come back next week for a second helping of iCarly." They proceeded to repeat the name in a multitude of odd voices until John and I gave them the all clear. After we checked the equipment we all headed downstairs.
"So, Fredweird. How's the site doing?" Sam acquiesced.
"My name is Freddie," I asserted tartly. "The site is doing great. We got 250,000 visitors."
"Whatever, Freddork,"
"Why must you?" I ask her. And so begins a battle of wits, as we each scramble to find an insult that tops the other.
At this extremely inopportune moment the doorbell rang. Sam and I stopped our verbal exchange and turned to the door.
The butler opened it and proclaimed, "A Mrs. Bennet, a Mr. Bennet, a Mr. Bennet, and a Mr. Bennet."
"Good heavens!" Cried Spencer. "Are we to receive every Bennet in Seattle?" At this point I began to tire of his country. He seemed every bit proud and stuck up as Sam. My mother and brothers nearly barged in, sat down on the couch and took in the scenery.
"Wow," My mother breathed. "Your house is so… unique. It must have cost a fortune! It is sanitized?" My mother was, and still is to this today, a germophobe. She dragged me off to the pediatrician once after hearing me say I felt like blogging. Talk about embarrassing.
Sam snickered at that last question. That was expected of her. Now she had something else on me, while I knew almost nothing of her.
"Oh, Miss Bingley, you must have a ball here!" Kenny commented.
"What?" interrupted an astonished Carly.
"Yes, you simply must have a ball here." My mother implored.
"And you must invite the Models!" Entreated Lionel. This last sentence earned swoons from Kenny, Lionel, and my mother. Have I ever told you how much I despise being related to them, what with their ridiculous notions about girls?
"Well, then," Carly began. "We mustn't disappoint our friends. Name the date." The ball was set to be a month later. My two brothers were nearly bouncing off the walls at the news. Mark sat and looked dejected again.
"Well, we'd best be going," My mother said. "Come on, John. The doctor says you may come home now." The other five Bennets and myself got up from the couch and began to file out the door. I was the last one. I wanted to be out of there as soon as possible.
"Freddie, wait!" Came Sam's voice from behind me. I turned around.
"You left your extra laptop." She handed me the laptop case. As I grabbed the bag our hands brushed for a brief second, and I felt a jolt go through my entire body. I swept the thought away and continued out and didn't stop until I was safe in my own apartment across the hall.