A/N: Thank you for the nice reviews, everyone! You guys rock. :) Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy, but I'm back. This chapter is longer than I thought it would be, and it has a teeny bit of Seddie fluff. That's alway's good, right?
Carly's POV
Freddie and I sat on the couch in the living room, watching Celebrities Underwater. I personally don't see the point in almost drowning famous people, but it was the only thing on besides Totally Terri on the Dingo channel. I kept glancing at my watch. iCarly was supposed to start in a half hour, and Sam hadn't contacted me all day. The last thing she said to me was something about getting her dad to come, so she was probably doing something with him. I guessed she was hoping that by seeing how she would be letting millions of people down by leaving, he would let her stay for the good of the show. I'm pretty sure that her dad knows nothing about our show, so this was a fifty/fifty situation.
We munched on a bunch of green grapes, watching Ryan Seacrest hold his breath for over 5 minutes. Freddie had his eyes firmly on the TV, with the interest of a child watching an elephant poop. He laughed occasionally, which made me nostalgic. He used to laugh a lot more when he was dating Sam. She made him happy, and he completed her. Gosh, I'm more of a Seddie fan than they are.
Spencer was behind us, tinkering on a sculpture of a fish. Some guy from the aquarium wanted a fish sculpture for the aquarium's cafe, so Spencer was making a clay fish with a bib around the neck, it's mouth open so it can eat the fish food that was on the plate in front of him. The fish was looking great, but it got a little creepy when Spencer added a mustache.
We all turned our heads when a weird sound came from the door. The handle turned, then froze. It slowly inched back up to the starting position. Then came a sound like whisper-arguing. Finally, a quiet but firm knock followed. Spencer cautiously approached the door, then opened it. Outside stood Sam and a man who looked tough enough to have been in the army. The crew cut also screamed army. I assumed that it was her dad. I looked over at Freddie, who had a look of shock and fear on his face. The guy looked nice enough, but I got a feeling that you shouldn't mess with him.
"Hello, I'm Don, Sam's father. May we come in?" He asked politely. I assumed that Sam tried to walk right in, but he had stopped her to be polite. I don't mind when Sam waltzes in, but it would be nice if she knocked once in a while.
"Sure, c'mon in!" Spencer replied perkily. "I'm Spencer!"
"Nice to meet you." Don replied, shaking Spencer's hand, cringing at the residue the clay left behind.
Sam walked over towards us. "Dad, these are my friends Carly and Freddie." I smiled and gave him a shy wave, while Freddie nervously shook his hand.
"So, Carly's my co-host, you know, the one iCarly was named after. And this is Freddie, the tech director." Sam added. She put her arms on our shoulders, and I noticed Freddie blushed a teensy bit. Don must have noticed it too, because he raised his eyebrows.
"Is Freddie just a friend?" He asked with a mischievous look in his eyes. Sam and Freddie both reddened.
"They're exes." I informed him, causing them to glare at me. Don smiled a small smile, showing that the idea amused him.
"Interesting..." he murmured.
Sam eagerly changed the subject. "Well, iCarly starts in fifteen minutes, so we'd better weasel on upstairs!"
We all headed upstairs, and since we had some time before the show, I questioned Don.
"Have you ever met Colonel Steven Shay? He was in the air force, now stationed in the navy." I asked, praying he knew Dad.
Don smiled. "That man was the best pilot out there. Now, he's the second best in the navy." He winked, hinting that he was the best. "Do you know him?"
"He's my father."
"No kidding? You're the Carly he talked about? Huh, I never put two and two together. So if Steven's your father, who was the man downstairs?"
"My older brother, Spencer." I replied, grinning. It was always nice to meet one of my dad's friends. Well, I guess Don wasn't his friend, more of an acquaintance. Either way, it was still cool.
Don shared some navy anecdotes, which were actually more interesting than I thought. My dad seems really fun from his descriptions. I know that, of course, I've just never seen him in action before.
"30 seconds till show!" Freddie called, escorting Don behind his cart so as to stay out of sight.
Freddie tossed Sam the remote and started the countdown.
"In 5,4,3,2,..."
Sam's POV
"Carly here!"
"Sam's here too!"
"And this is iCarly! Woo!" I hit the button on my remote, making a trumpet sound, followed by applause.
"Tonight we actually have a theme!" Carly cheered, grabbing a bowl behind her.
"Jelly beans!" We grabbed the beans and threw them into the air, squealing like little school girls. I glanced at my dad to see his reaction, but his face was blank. He looked confused. What kind of web show did he think this was going to be about, accounting?
"First up," Carly announced, "we're going to have some fun with Gibby! Tell the audience what we're gonna do, Sam."
"Alrighty! Gibby's gonna be blindfolded, then we're gonna stick random jelly bean flavors up his nose. Gibby is a jelly bean guru, so he'll tell us what flavor it is by the smell!" Gibby bounced out from the back room, a blindfold already in his hands.
"Fold it up, Carly!" He said, grinning. This sort of stuff makes Gibby happy, believe it or not. Carly giggled, a thing she does a lot around Gibby, then tied the blindfold around his head. Freddie was snickering from behind the camera. His laugh is so cute. Ugh, what's wrong with me? Dad wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked a little weirded out. I started to get nervous, but I shook it off and helped Carly get the first pair of jellybeans.
"The starting flavor is...pink lemonade." We whispered, the words flashing up on the screen. We each stuck a jelly bean into his nostrils, and he sat quietly, making an odd sniff sound. We stood next to him, anxiously awaiting his answer.
He made one final sniffing sound, then announced his answer.
"Pink lemonade!"
"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!" Carly cried while I hit the applause button. We also tried chocolate pudding, toasted marshmallow, grape jam, black licorice, and bacon. Gibby guessed all of them right, which made us crack up. Surprisingly, Dad didn't seem humored.
"Next up is a video one of our fans sent us, about jelly beans!" Carly said perkily.
I hit my button, causing the TV screen to swing out. The video was of a teenage guy sling shooting jelly beans at random things. He shot the beans at things like cups, TV remotes, pants, pudding, jello, all that good stuff. While the video was rolling, I approached my father.
"So, what do ya think?" I asked eagerly, feeling like a little child asking if he liked my painting.
He avoided my eyes, looking at everything but me. "You have good technical affects."
I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. That was all he had to say? Really? I was about to ask what he thought of the show in general when Carly dragged me back in front of the camera. The video was ending.
"Wow, that was some sweet shooting!" Carly cracked, laughing at her corny joke.
"If jokes like that drive you insane the way they drive me insane, comment on this video telling me so."
"Sam!"
"Just kidding, Carls. Last for tonight, we will be having a random debate about jelly bean flavors!" We stuffed jelly beans up our noses, grabbed bowls of jelly beans, then sat on the floor.
"I will be debating on why strawberry cheesecake is the best flavor." Carly smiled slyly at the audience.
"And I will be debating why bacon is the best flavor." We positioned ourselves and got started.
"Strawberry cheesecake is sweet and yummy."
"Bacon is delicious and meaty."
"Jellybeans are meant to be sweet and dessert-like."
"Jellybeans need a little meat now and then."
"Everyone likes strawberry cheesecake, especially vegans."
"Vegans like bacon flavored jelly beans because they aren't technically eating meat."
"I think we're out of time."
"I agree on that."
"Strawberry cheesecake!"
"Bacon!"
We giggled, blew the beans out of our noses, and got up.
"That's all for tonight!" Carly smiled brightly.
"Eat more jelly beans!" I smiled also.
"And we're clear!" Freddie called, grinning proudly. We all high-fived, then I went up to Dad.
"So, what did you think of the show? Not including our technical effects." I asked, my eager voice starting up again.
"Sam, I'm sorry, but I didn't enjoy it." He stated simply, causing my smile to fade.
"Why not?"
"It was immature, and fairly strange. I won't mind taking you away from this."
I was outraged. Why is my father such a kill-joy?
"Why couldn't you have been born with a sense of humor? This show makes me happy! Oh yeah, I forgot that you came into my life to ruin it!" I shouted.
"Sam, I-"
"Whatever!" I screamed, running out of the room. I would normally leave the apartment, but instead I ran into Carly's room. I jumped on her fuzzy purple trampoline thingy, right onto her bed. I flipped over onto my back, and just stared at the ceiling. I heard the sound of footsteps, so I assumed that it was either my dad or Carly. I was extra surprised when I saw that it was Freddie.
"Hey." he said, smiling down at me.
In spite of myself, I smiled back. "Hey."
He laid down on the bed next to me, making me nervous. My heart did the usual trot it always did when Freddie was around. I hated and loved it at the same time.
"I think you should talk to your father." he murmured gently.
"Ugh, not you too! Why is everyone against me?" I groaned.
"I'm not against you, I just think that talking can solve more issues than running."
I sighed. Coming from anyone else I wouldn't listen, but when Freddie spoke, I always listened.
"What would I say?"
" You would apologize," he said, rolling onto his side to face me, "and maybe he'd give you a chance." I turned towards him, smiling into his intoxicating brown eyes. Gosh, he's so hot.
"You really think that would work?" I asked, my hair covering my face.
"With you, anything's possible." he whispered, uncovering my face. Then he gave me the look. I haven't seen that look since Troubled Waters, when he kissed me, returning my feelings for him.
"You have gorgeous eyes..." he said quietly, leaning inward. Ditto. I thought. I knew that I shouldn't get attached to him. But I was caught up in the moment, so infatuated with his eyes, that I leaned in also.
"Sam?" Dad called. Freddie and I scrambled up. I was somewhat relieved when we broke apart, but I'd have rather locked lips with him for a little while. Crap, I really need to stop thinking like that.
"Hey dad." I said, walking over to him. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that I yelled at you. It was wrong, and I was just upset that you didn't like iCarly."
Dad looked at Freddie, who was smiling. "No, I'm sorry Sam. You're my daughter, and if this is what you like to do, I'm all for it."
We just smiled, so Freddie rolled his eyes and pushed us into a hug. It reminded me of when Carly pushed me and Freddie into a kiss when I almost ruined his life. Seriously, I need to stop thinking that way.
Carly and Gibby walked in and smiled at the sight of us hugging. I suppose Dad isn't that bad of a guy... He could be fun to live with, but that doesn't mean I'm rethinking moving to Florida.
I'm not rethinking, am I?
A/N: I hope you liked it! I tried to make this chapter interesting, since it had the iCarly webshow in it. Chapter 6, Carly and Sam bonding time, will be coming soon! Btw, there is such a thing as bacon flavored jelly beans. I've tried them, and they're terrible! Ha!
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