Hi! I am SO sorry, I haven't updated in literally yonks so I'm going to put all my time on the computer into updating my fics... hopefully. As long as the nosy family don't butt in.

I'm revamping this fic, because I started to write the next few parts, and I don't like it. I'm sticking with the same basic plot, just fiddling around a bit. And I've taken off the last chapter and put up this one instead. So there you go, to avoid any confusiosity... hopefully.

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'So what? I'm still a rock star... I got my rock moves! And I don't need you!' Seventy kids screamed as they rocked out at Josh Ashworth's house party.

It was a typical teen blowout, with glowsticks flying everywhere, music speeding out of the huge speakers, people jumping everywhere and generally a huge mess being made. You'd love it!

Sam and Freddie were dancing in a crowd, the same kind of dancing they'd usually do on the "Random Dancing!" bit of iCarly, but styled out and bigger. Songs ended and began, and still they had the energy to keep dancing.

'That fire you ignited! Good bad and undecided! Burns when I stand beside it! Your light is ultraviolet!' One song ended.

'I know this pretty rave girl! Always think about her! And when she says hi to me! Butterflies go right through me!' Another began...

'You're hot then you're cold! You're yes then you're no! You're in then you're out! You're up then you're down!' Another...

'This could be the start of something! I can feel my heart is jumping! Want to walk but can't stop running! Oooh!' Another...

And everyone still had as much energy as if they'd swallowed a dozen Lucozade tablets each. It was only when Sam tried to do a particularly tricky jump in the middle of "Fluorescent Adolescent" that she fell and was forced to stop grooving.

She landed on the floor with a thump, dazing herself for a minute. Then the pain came. It was hurting all the way up her leg so she could hardly move it. She looked helplessly up at Freddie, who was looking down at her with an expression of mock exasperation.

He rolled his eyes and held a hand out to help her up. She used it to haul herself off the ground, before nearly collapsing again as her injured leg buckled underneath her. Freddie caught her round the waist just in time, and started to help her out of the room, having to shove hyper, sweaty teenagers out of their way. He helped her up the stairs and into a bedroom where she could rest.

He'd assumed the room would be free for her to rest. The thought hadn't crossed his mind that someone would be in the room.

And when he opened the door he saw who that someone was.

Carly.

And Jonah.

On the bed.

Making out.

Yikes!

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There you go. I understand if you're disappointed, this chapter wasn't much, but I promise tomorrow I'm going to get on the computer a.s.a.p. hopefully before my older sister gets up (i.e. about 2pm), and write like I've never written before.

At night I use the light of my phone to write stories on any bit of paper I can find, so hopefully I'll be able to write it tonight (who needs sleep?) and type it up tomorrow.

I won't be able to write on Sunday, though. I'm in a dance show, and I have to be at the theatre from 10am to 8:30pm. This leaves no time for writing. I'll have my phone though, it has the internet so I'll be able to check up on you lot... bwahahahaha.

It's my birthday in two weeks! I'm telling you now so you can get busy getting me virtual/invisible presents.

And to warn you, I'm having a party on the day, and my mates aren't exactly the least mental ever, so you will most likely hear the noise even if you live in another country, teehee.

Anyways, goodboo and please review!

Charz

Xoxox