I dont own iCarly...R&R!
16.) Paint: Sam's POV
"Ah! Guess what time it is!" Carly yelled into the camera that was being held by Freddie. I saw him smile as he watched us on his camera screen.
"What time is it Carly?" I asked with fake enthusiasm.
"It's time for Random Painting!" She cheered. I pressed the button on my blue controller and a cheer rang throughout the iCarly studio. I did a little turn and smiled in the camera for the millions of viewers watching out web show right now to see. Lights flashed in a crazy manor, making me dizzy for a moment. Carly ran out of the camera's view and came back with two easels with the two canvas already in place on the wooden stand.
"Come on Carly tell them who will be randomly painting today." I said.
"Drum roll please!" Carly asked Freddie who pressed a small button on his computer and an automated drum roll sounded. "Tonight it will be a face off between…Sam and Freddie."
I pressed my button again, letting the simulated cheer ring. I smiled again toward Freddie. He playfully rolled his eyes. Carly got really close to the camera as the lights dimmed dramatically.
"Who will win in an intense paint off between lovers." Carly pulled away and looked at me.
"Me!" I said excitedly as I danced around. Freddie turned the camera then to himself.
"Uh no, me." he added and automatically turned it back.
"Well then let's see!" Carly went toward Freddie, grabbing the camera from him. Freddie stepped in view of the camera and grinned.
"Okay well you guys ready?" Carly asked from behind the camera. We exchanged glanced before smiling slyly and nodding in unison. "Well grab your paint and go to your easel."
I grabbed some red paint and a brush. Freddie grabbed some blue paint and a brush as well. We both stood in front of our own easel. We glanced at each other and quickly looked away. I could tell already that this wasn't going to be good.
"All right…ready? Set? Go!" Carly screamed at the top of her lungs. As quickly as I could I dipped my brush in my bright red paint and slopped it on the canvas. I began drawing random lines and shapes, not really sure where this painting was going. I could see Freddie out of the corner of my eyes, painting something on his canvas as well. I began to just make my picture a dog, since it was starting to look like one anyway.
I managed a peak over at Freddie's drawing. He was drawing an ocean scenery out of his blue paint. To my surprise it actually looked good. Since when did Freddie become another Spencer? I looked back at my deformed dog. It's head was sideways with a dent in the head. One ear was higher then the other and his eyes were too far apart. Freddie saw me looking and peaked over, letting a smug look cross his face.
Oh you think your so great Freddie…well I'll show you. I smiled evilly and as I pretended to bring my brush onto my own canvas I let it slip over to his, a long red mark of paint trailing over his ocean scene. He stopped and gasped. He glared over at me.
"Oops." I shrugged smiling.
"Things are getting intense people." I heard Carly as she stood behind us, taping our every move.
"Sam!" Freddie whined. "You cheated."
"Do I ever play by the rules?" I asked. Then he frowned and eyed my dog-like drawing. He quickly dipped his brush in the blue and slopped his wet paint brush across my dogs face. I gasped slightly and looked over at him. I narrowed my eyes at him and started widely slopping red paint all over his painting.
"Interference!" Freddie yelled into the camera.
"This isn't football Benson." I snarled pulling my brush back. "Look I just made your painting better."
He huffed and looked away. I smirked in another win and looked at the camera, flashing my best smile. Suddenly I felt a slob of wet paint on my cheek. I stopped and stiffened as Freddie trailed his brush down my face. My eyes closed a second before I growled slightly. I heard Freddie's laugh echo throughout the studio. I glared at him and brought my brush up, painting a red line across his face. He let out a small yelp of surprise and stepped back.
"Sam!" he said looking at me. I grinned at him. My smiled quickly disappeared when a clop hit me on the shirt. I looked down to see a big spot of blue paint on the front of my white shirt. I was suddenly glad that Carly suggest we put on tattered clothes to protect our real clothes. Carly must have known this was going to happen.
I picked up my small, plastic container of red paint and flung it at Freddie. It splattered paint all over his face and on his shirt. He closed his eyes and popped his mouth, red paint splattering from his lips. He lifted his hands to wipe the paint from his eyes.
His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared me down. I let out a loud laugh, totally ignoring the fact that Freddie had picked up his own container of blue paint as well. He flung it forward. It hit me in the face, getting in my hair and some on my shirt. I stood still, wiping the paint off my face.
"Your going to die Fredward." I retorted to him. Then it was an all our paint war. Blue and red flew back and forth between us. Paint splattered everywhere. I barely even noticed Carly standing as far away as possible screaming our names and telling us to stop. I totally forgot we were still on air and that millions of viewers were watching Freddie and I have a paint war. I didn't care though. I laughed as I flung more red paint at him, not even knowing if I was hitting him or not.
By time we got tired we were both hiding behind our canvases. Blue and red paint was splattered everywhere. Me and Freddie were completely covered from head to toe in paint. My hands were covered in red but my whole body wore blue. I started laughing ridiculously as I caught a glimpse of Freddie who was all red. I tried to get up but was laughing to hard from the whole situation. Then Freddie was laughing and I laughed harder.
I tried to walk over to him but slipped slightly on some paint and fell on top of him. This caused us to laugh even harder. He tried to hold me up but I went limp in his arms. He finally gave up, collapsed on the floor and landed on his chest. We let out laughter die down. Then I heard Carly let out a small laugh. I looked over at her to see her turn the camera toward herself.
"Well there you have it folks. I'm not really sure what happened here, and I'm not even sure if there is a winner or a tie. So why don't you head on over to the side poll and vote on whether Freddie, Sam or both of them won. Uh I guess that's all. So sorry that you didn't really get to see much painting but you did watch to insane people fight with paint." She said and turned back to us as we laughed again.
Then Carly turned off the camera, set it down and just looked at us. She raised an eyebrow, not saying anything she simply shook her head and left the room. Me and Freddie turned to each other, let out another laugh and leaned in on each other for a kiss.