*I DO NOT OWN ICALRY OR HSM!!!!* (YET!) BaHaAhAa

"So Sam?! Aren't you just ecstatic?! You got the lead!" Carly shouted.

"Carly, it has been a full hour. I wasn't excited when I found out I'm not excited now." Sam lied.

"Carly!" Spencer shouted from his room, "Help! I was working on 'Tofu tongues' and my arm is stuck inside the uvula!"

Carly sighed and ran to assist her big brother in freeing his arm from a uvula made out of squishy meat substitute.

"So," Freddie started not knowing what to say.

"So what?" Sam pushed.

"Umm… So what's your favorite HSM song?"

Gosh I sound so stupid.

"Umm… I don't know? Hmm…. In the first one I like Get'cha Head in The Game, in the second one I like Bet on It, in the third one I like Can I have this dance."

"Whoa I can see you liking Getcha Head in the Game and Bet on It, but Can I Have This Dance? Care to decipher?"

Sam opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a suddenly brave Freddie.

"O yeah, I forgot who I was talking to, Sam tell Freddie reason for liking HSM song." He enunciated each word with perfect care to make Sam feel like a 1st grader… and it worked.

"Ya know! I am not 5! Just because some of us don't find enjoyment in programming computers and sit around with books all day but have a little bit of good sense outside of school does not mean that I am stupid, stupid.

"Yes it does."

"Look. If you think that you are going to start telling me what to do then go jump out the window, or maybe I'll just push you out." Sam warned.

"Okay! Okay! Just answer please? Why do you like Can I have this Dance?"

"It's just sweet. I like how the scene ends and Troy and Gabriella kiss in the rain. It's freakin' sappy but it's just cute."

"O. What's the deal with chicks and kissing in the rain anyway? A kiss is a kiss, it could be under a rock, in the rain, in a potato factory in Iceland. Whatever."

"You just don't get it Fred-wierdo." Sam turned and walked over to the kitchen and sat down to a bowl of cereal.

"What's to get about Sam turning girly on us?" Freddie taunted.

"What did you say?!"

"I said 'What's to get about Sam turning girly on us?' "

Sam sprang into action and before Freddie could even blink he was pressed to the floor under a heavy mound of blonde curls.

"Don't EVER dare to say that again, got it?"

"Ok Sam!"

"And don't ever treat me like a 5 year old again, got it?" Sam threatened, reminding him of a few minutes ago.

"Yes!"

"And don't ever question my reasoning, got that?!"

"Ok, now could you kindly get off of me!"

"One more thing Fred-freak, don't ever tell me what to do!" she stood up and sat back down at the Shay's table.

"I heard shouting! Is Freddie dead?!" Carly panicked at the thought that she left her two best friends alone to kill each other.

"He's fine, he's fine." Sam rolled her eyes.

Freddie sat down across the table at Sam and shot her a dirty look.

"Barely" Freddie muttered.

Sam kicked his leg from under the table.

"OW!" Freddie shouted.

"What happened?!" Sam asked in an attempt to fool Carly into thinking she was innocent.

"Nothing, it's just this annoying pain I've had for a few years." Freddie said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, cry me a river Benson."

"Whatever."

"Guys could you guys stop arguing for long enough to celebrate our awesome parts?"

"Whatev."

"Fine."

And with their agreements, the gang headed down to Groovy Smoothies for a celebration round of smoothies and probably bagels.

Sorry this chapter didn't get much accomplished in the whole play thing, but I didn't want to jump into rehearsals yet.

It will be soon though, either next chapter or the one after that! =)

I wanted it to have Sam still have girlish ideas in a tomboy perspective. =P