Hey guys! How did you like the first chapter? I had no idea it was that short till I saw the word count! Wow. 438 words? I feel like such a hypocrite for saying a good chapter should be 900 words! Anyway, this is a total Seddie story. Its probably gonna be long since I have two climaxes. But whatever. Only the best for you guys! Enjoy. :)
Love, Deb.
DISCLAIMER : I SO DON'T OWN ICARLY
Sunday, 2 PM, bedroom
I've just woke up. Hey, Dean. Anyway, I had a weird and freaky dream last morning. A huge block of French ham was dancing around in my new fancy bra (I bought it 2 days a go from Build-a Bra). Then, Freddie(who was wearing a skirt!) joined in and they did the Macarena. Suddenly, the ham tripped and fell into a huge teacup full of barbeque sauce. Ew. I'm gonna go shower now, I really stink.
Sunday, 4 PM, kitchen : deep chizz! x(
MY DREAM CAME TRUE! I was just looking for a clean shirt when the sauce from my ribs spilled onto my bra! Carls is going to murderize me! I was supposed to wear that bra tonight for our special iCarly episode – iCarly Awards. Ugh. Now I have to squeeze into one of Carly's tiny B-cups! Thank God no one can see how much spillage there is when I wear those little things.
Y'know, this whole diary thing is kinda soothing. Not as much as a little sledge hammering or gun-firing, but still. I'm gonna walk over to Carly's house now. Wish my boobs luck!
Sunday, 9 PM, dining room : in LOOVE!
Some swimsuit models came over to they Shays' tonight. I think I've just fallen in love! They are soo hot! Come to think or it, Fredwina looked kinda hot in his tux. I did not just write that. No, scratch that-I DID NOT JUST WRITE THAT. Ah, it must be the night. Or those funny little shots of strong water I stole from Spencer. I must've had at least 6 of those by now.
Make that 7. Ahh…I feel like skipping! In a field of flowers and butterflies under the sparkly stars. Wait…was I drinking booze? Chizz, no! I can't make my fingers touch each other properly. I keep missing! Oh no, it can't be! I'm DRUNK! I can't have a hangover tomorrow! Its Monday! I have school!
Maybe Freddie can ask his mom for a cure. I guess I'll call him now.
Sunday, 11 PM, bedroom : still drunk and stupid, yay! :p
How could I have not noticed how sexily husky Freddie's voice is before? I know I'll probably kill myself for that, but he does. So rough, so manly. So…hot.
No, wait. Hawt. I don't really remember much of what happened during that phonecall, except it must've been pretty long. I'll ask Freddie tomorrow morning, Now-to sleep. Glorious sleep.