So I have no idea how I was in the dark for so long but I looked up Nathan Kress on Youtube and I was watching some interview he did with the ladies on ClevverTV, talking about how much he benches (swoon!) and then a link on the side of the page showed a music video to some song by Moi called Superman and his face was on the little promotional picture and at first I thought it was another fanmade video and that was just the song they set it to, but no. It's a legit music video that just so happens to star Nathan Kress. It's actually a really good song, I suggest you all go watch it. But anyway, back to my original point: The girl in the video that plays Nathan's love interest I gave no mind to until I saw the side videos again, and Nathan was holding this chick's hand, and I was all like "Oh no!" So her name is Madisen Hill, and apparently they are dating. Which makes me sad. But ANYWAY, all the way back to my original point, I looked up Madisen Hill on Youtube and apparently she's a singer because she has this music video called "Suga". EVERYBODY GO WATCH IT. It's seriously like the worst song, almost as bad as Friday by Rebecca Black or My Jeans by Jenna Rose. I was laughing the entire time I watched it, just wondering why Nathan would want to date a girl who sings that badly. Well, no, that's kind of mean. She's actually not a bad singer, but she's also not a good one.
To MissSeddie, DannySamLover20, Geekquality, Quinno96, KiyokoMcCurdy, bonsers, Mary Rachel, MayRaah, Channylover08, bleh13 : Thank you all sooooooooo much! :D
To : I know Freddie overreacted. I just think, in my opinion, that with Sam torturing Freddie for all those years, something inside of him would just snap because of Sam's indecisiveness and constant changing of her mind. And in retrospect, I realize that comparing the sound you make when you pull apart from a kiss to a plunger and a toilet is not the smartest thing to do, but I couldn't help it. Oops :O Your review made me giggle lol.
To Readuntilyoudie: You know it! I want to hear them confess their love for one another, plus I want to know what got the two of them in jail.
To LyshaLuvsSeddie: Yes, the pain really came from nowhere. At first the doctor said it was tendonitis, but when the pain medicine didn't work she switched the diagnosis to carpal tunnel and now with the new pain meds my wrist feels sooooo much better. I still have to wear the brace when I sleep and in school, but other than that it can come off. Oh goodness, I feel so bad for your mom! My oldest little sister has bronchitis and her coughs sound like an 80-year-old man with emphysema. As always, your reviews make me smile.
To Arocksprpl2: Your comparison of my chapter to a firework? Awesome. Plus, those little pew pew pew noises made me giggle, so thank you!
Sam glanced at Carly's apartment door, feeling kind of broken inside.
She knew she had royally screwed up, there was no doubt about that.
She also knew that she had to be the one to make the first move, she had to be the one to fix everything.
"Sam, we're back!" Carly called as her and Spencer walked into the apartment, Carly carrying a large bag of takeout. Even though the smells wafting from the bag of Chinese food were delicious, Sam was sitting at the computer and didn't move or even acknowledge the Shays' presence in their own home. "Watcha looking at, Blondie?"
Carly set the food down on the red table and stood behind Sam. "Sam? Earth to Sam!"
Sam quickly shut down the internet page she had been looking at and wiped the computer history so that Carly had no chance of finding out what websites Sam had visited. If Carly knew what she had planned, there's no way she'd be able to keep it a secret from Freddie, and keeping this a secret from Freddie until just the right moment was crucial to Sam's plan.
"Nothin'. Just doing some stuff."
Spencer and Carly exchanged a knowing look. Neither of them had managed to see what exactly Sam had been looking at, but Carly had told Spencer about the fight between Sam and Freddie and they both knew that Sam would have to be the one to repair her and Freddie's fractured relationship. It wouldn't be easy for her to swallow her pride and do what she needed to do, but they both knew that she would do it.
"Well anyway, we picked up your favorite pork fried rice and egg rolls and lo mein."
"Why didn't you say that before?" Sam proceeded to slide off the stool and run for the large styrofoam takeout container on the table and dig into it ravenously.
The Shay siblings laughed, watching Sam look like she had achieved nirvana when she dipped the end of her egg roll in some wasabi sauce and drop the entire thing in her mouth. They both picked up their respective dishes and eat, though not quite as voraciously as the blonde.
"So, is there any way that we can take a break until tomorrow, after school? Momma's head is going to explode if you guys cram any more knowledge-type stuff in there."
Carly looked suspiciously at her best friend. "Sam, what were you looking at on my computer that you don't want me or Spencer to see?"
Sam sighed, agitated. "Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"NONE OF YOUR FRACKING BUSINESS!"
"Okay, okay. No need to be so touchy. If you don't want me to know, then fine. You'll tell me eventually. And sure, we can hold off for today. Are you crashing here?"
"Duh, Shay." Sam smiled at Carly and her brother, relieved that she had dropped the manner of what Sam was doing on their computer.
After they finished their food, Carly and Sam went up to the studio to rehearse for iCarly. Neither of them expected Freddie to show, and were unsurprised when he failed to make an appearance.
"Uh, Carls? How are we going to do the show without the dork?"
"I guess Brad can operate the camera, since he knows how." Carly wasn't comfortable doing the show the next day without Freddie, but she knew that the chances of Sam and Freddie making up before then were minimal. Brad was more than competent to handle Freddie's equipment, but they all knew that it wouldn't be the same. (A/N: Did I forget to mention that in this, iOMG never happened? Like, Brad is still their intern, but the whole MoodFace thing never happened, Sam never kissed Freddie, and nobody ever suspected that Sam liked Brad. Just thought I'd clear that up.)
Rehearsal went normally, well as normal as a typical iCarly could be considered.
Brad and Gibby left after having a few fruit kabobs after rehearsal, discussing an idea for another Messing with Lewbert prank in which Gibby would dress up as a lady and ask Lewbert on a date while Brad secretly recorded it.
Sam and Carly retired to her room, Carly claiming dibs on the shower. Sam's first thought was to argue, because Carly had a tendency to take extremely long showers and Sam wanted to get to sleep soon. But she knew that it wasn't worth arguing, because it was Carly's shower, no matter how often Sam was there.
Carly got in the shower and as soon as Sam heard the water running, she walked over to Carly's mirror/webcam, knowing that Carly would be in there for at least half an hour and Sam wanted someone to talk to while she waited. As soon as she logged on (of course she knew Carly's password, her and Carly knew each other's passwords to everything), she scrolled down Carly's online friends list, looking for someone to chat with.
Wendy- no. Sam liked Wendy fine, but her penchance for gossip got old after about five minutes. While Wendy and Carly could talk for hours, Sam's Wendy toleration limit was about 5 minutes.
Rip-off Rodney- Why was he even on Carly's contact list?
Rebecca Berkowitz- No, she was still mad ad Sam for when Sam got in trouble for egging Briggs' car and Sam told everyone she was Rebecca Berkowitz. Rebecca was in detention for two weeks until Principal Franklin got wind of what had happened.
Germy- Absolutely not. The last time Sam had videochatted with him, he had sneezed so much that he left snot on his webcam. Sam almost puked.
Brad- A possibility, but his slight nerdiness reminded her of Freddie and that hurt too much right now.
Gibby- A definite possibility. Although Gibby annoyed her, his general Gibbeh-ness cheered her up when she was down.
Freddie- She wanted to badly to click on his name, to see his face and talk to him. He'd probably accept the videochat because Sam was logged onto Carly's account, but as soon as he saw her face he'd log off.
As she was internally debating whether or not to talk to Gibby or risk rejection from Freddie, a videochat request popped up in the middle of the screen.
BensonMaster has requested a video chat with you.
Sam got unbelievably excited, even though she knew that the one Freddie really wanted to talk to was Carly.
Deciding to throw him off the track for a few seconds, Sam ran to Carly's closet and grabbed the shoebox on the top shelf that had the wigs from the webisode of iCarly where they wedgie-bounced Jonah, wigs that they had actually never used since that skit never aired but they had never thrown away. Sam quickly slung the dark brown wig over her own wild blonde curls, tucking every last strand of blonde underneath the wig net.
Sam ran and slidback into the chair, clicking the accept button.
"Hi, Freddie."
Freddie took less than a second to register that the girl in front of the camera wasn't Carly. The dark brown, shiny hair was the same, and the shirt on the girl was Carly's, but her skin had too much of a golden undertone to be Carly. Carly's skin was pale and had the tiniest bit of pink underneath.
Freddie squinted the slightest bit and leaned in closer to the screen. The girl was leaning back in the chair, something Carly also never did, Carly and her perfect posture. But while the girl had terrible posture, those eyes were impossible to confuse with Carly's dark brown orbs.
Blue eyes, the color of the world's most precious sapphire, peeked out from underneath synthetic strands of brown hair.
"Sam."
He winced as Sam's name escaped his lips. He knew he had overreacted earlier, and he knew he was wrong to skip iCarly rehearsal, but he was sick to death of everyone deciding what he should do with his life and who he should spend it with. He loved Sam and Sam loved him, why was she making this so difficult? He wasn't stupid, he knew that a relationship with Sam would take work. But he wanted to try, because he wanted her.
"Freddie, let me explain. I never meant to offend you or try to dictate your life. I just want you to be happy, whether it's with or without me." Sam was relieved that he hadn't immediately logged off as soon as he realized she wasn't Carly. She was, however, surprised at how quickly he realized that she wasn't Carly. "I just, I just-"
"Sam. Take the wig off, I don't like it."
She was disappointed that he hadn't said anything about her apology. "What?"
"You don't look like you. You look like Carly. Take the goddamn wig off."
Freddie, cussing. It was hot.
Sam snatched off the wig and tossed it onto Carly's bed. "I apologize to you and that's all you have to say?"
Freddie sighed, happy that Sam looked like Sam again. "I appreciate the fact that you apologized. But a simple 'I'm sorry' isn't going to fix everything here."
"I know, Benson. I have a plan," Sam smirked, and then logged off. She knew that her comment would keep Freddie up all night, and that thought made her happy. Plus, she heard Carly get out of the shower and knew that her time to get in would be soon.
Carly walked out of the bathroom, hair damp and wrapped in one of the super-soft towels that Sam loved.
"Hey. You find a way to entertain yourself while I cleaned?"
"Yup."
Carly rummaged through her dresser and pulled on some nightclothes. Sam and Carly had gotten over their awkwardness over being naked around each other years ago. They had been best friends for years, and in between sharing clothes and showering after one another and swimming, it was just inevitable. It was just a best friend thing. Guys always joked that it was a lesbian thing, but honestly, it wasn't a big deal.
They had all seen Gibby shirtless, of course. Freddie too, because the Bushwell had a pool on the roof that was the group's favorite place to be from May until late September. Brad had joined them too, so they were all comfortable being around each other partially naked.
There had only ever been two awkward situations.
The first had been about a month previously, when Carly had been forcing Sam into a clean shirt for that night's iCarly. Sam had finally given in and caught the shirt Carly tossed her. She pulled off the shirt she had been wearing for the past two days and just as she was walking across the room, still shirtless except for her bra, Freddie and Gibby had walked in.
"Oh my god!" Freddie and Gibby, nubby gentleman as they were, only gawked for a minute before abrubtly spinning around with their backs to Sam and their hands over their eyes to give her some privacy.
"Chill out, ladies. You've all seen me in a bathing suit, I'm not naked, it's nothing you haven't seen before." Gibby laughed at Sam's statement, but Freddie just blushed.
"Yeah, but this is your bra." Freddie stuttered.
Sam laughed at his naivety and decided to play with their minds (and possibly other body parts). "Okay, princesses, I'm properly clothed."
Freddie and Gibby removed their hands from their eyes and turned around, expecting to see Sam dressed.
She wasn't. Carly, Sam and Gibby all fell to the ground laughing at Freddie's reaction, which was to gape at her, jaw dropped, for just a few seconds before crossing the room in three angry footsteps and tossing the shirt that Carly had put on the bed for Sam at her head.
The second incident had been two weeks ago when Sam and Gibby had broken into Freddie's apartment, meaning to surprise him with a vicious silly-string attack since they knew his mother wasn't home.
What they hadn't counted on was that Freddie had taken advantage of his mother's absence and slept in well past when he was normally awake on a Saturday and was then walking around his kitchen eating cereal in nothing but his underwear.
His boxers.
His surprisingly non-nerdy boxers, which happened to be navy blue with white pinstripes.
It was Sam's turn to gawk this time. Gibby didn't have a problem with it, as Freddie and Gibby had the same sort of bestfriendship as Sam and Carly. But Sam had never seen Freddie like that, and was suriously silent.
Freddie kept his cool and leaned back against the cool marble of the countertop, smirking at Sam's shocked expression. "Chill out, lady. You've seen me in a bathing suit, I'm not naked, it's nothing you haven't seen before."
Sam quickly recovered her cool at Freddie's repetition of her words from a few weeks previous, when the situation had been reversed. Gibby grabbed the bowl of nearly finished cereal from Freddie's confused hands, set it safely on top of the refrigerator, and proceeded to attack Freddie with silly string. Sam joined in, and soon Freddie was covered head-to-toe in hot pink string, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
Okay, guys. I have been a bit mean and rather selfish. It's not fair of me to hold out on you for not reviewing. I realize that not everybody can review, and it still makes me happy to see my viewer stats up to almost 6,000. So I won't pressure you for reviews any longer. Granted, I still love hearing what you have to say to me about the story, but now I won't be witholding chapters. I apologize.
I am a cruel, cruel person who spends the majority of her time either doing obscene amounts of homework or having to stay after school because my school guidance counselor is a sadist that put me in AP Calculus, even though I am mathtarded and I have to meet with my terrible Calc teacher almost every day to review the material so I won't fail. I will try to update as often as possible, now that I have abandoned trying to force reviews out of everyone. And once Theater rehearsals start back up in a week or two, I will have even less time. I have one more confession to make: I have become hooked on Tom/Hermione fanfics. I saw a story posted once and the pairing intrigued me because I had never considered it before, but now I'm just in love with the concept. But when I picture Tom Riddle I don't picture Tom Riddle from the 6th movie, I picture the guy that played Tom Riddle in the 2nd movie, because that guy was just unbelievably hot.
I apologize deeply for my absence and unfair behavior, and wish upon you all the entertainment of many Gibbies as a compensation.
Also, who saw the newest iCarly, iLove You? I got sooooooo mad at Dan Schneider and all the other writers when they played us and made me believe that Sam and Freddie were breaking up. I was almost crying, no joke. But then they said that they loved each other and started kissing and I realized that Seddie will live on!
What do you think Sam was looking at? The person closest to my guess gets a special mention in the next chapter as a guest on the next iCarly (In this, not in the actual show. Sorry, I don't have that kind of power.)
-Amy