Another chapter! I'm so proud of myself! Bahahaha!
Ahem. I do not own iCarly. And neither do you, or do you? Is this Dan Schneider?!!?!?! DUDE!!! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!?!?!
Ahem. (Attempts to calm down) okay. On with the chapter!
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"What's up Fredalina?" Sam asked, wondering why Freddie had come over so early.
"Oh…Sam…You're awake…" Freddie stammered uncomfortably.
"What have you been up to lately? You've been all weird! You've been getting here really early, and leaving at all these random times, not that we really missed your presence, it's actually nice not to have you around wasting space and oxygen, but still!" Sam demanded.
"I've been busy…"
"With? It's not like a dork like you could have a good social life, and Carly said you haven't been all up into the HSM stuff anymore, and that you'd been missing practices."
"I've been busy…"
"First off, you said that already, second off, what's with you lately, third off, you're a big dork with an ugly face and lunatic mother and Carly will never love you. Now that I've told you what's on my mind, tell me what's on yours. Besides ugly…" Sam muttered the last part so Freddie could barely hear it, making an even bigger effect on his response.
"Lay off Sam! It's none of your business! There's nothing wrong with Sewing Clu-" Freddie froze and hit himself in the forehead, waiting for Sam's reaction. After a moment or two none came and Freddie was wondering what was wrong with Sam…Until, "Ha ha ha ha ha!" Sam erupted into a fit of laughter.
"Sam could y- please don't tell C- would you stop laughing and let me get a word in?!"
Sam's hysteric laughter died down after a few more minutes, while Freddie impatiently tapped his fingers, glaring at Sam the whole time.
"Did-haha-mommy's boy make his-" Sam interrupted herself with unnatural sounding noises that sounded like a cross between a snort and Sam saying "Pfft. Pfft." Sam composed herself enough to finsish, "-His mommy a brand new sweater? To match little Freddie's apron!" she cackled with laughter, filling the whole apartment, and Freddie sighed miserably, and stood up to get something out of the fridge to take his mind off the ridicule he knew would come when Sam found out.
"Is everyone okay down here?!" Carly burst down the stairs in her pajamas and looked frightened and slightly annoyed to see Sam laughing hysterically and Freddie digging in her fridge.
This could only mean one thing, "Sam?! What did you do to Freddie?!"
"Haha! It wouldn't matter what I did," Sam shouted through more laughter, "He could always sew himself a bandage, or-hahahahaha-give himself-haha- stitches!" Sam doubled over with more laughter and Carly looked highly confused.
"What is she-"
"Nothing!" Freddie quickly interrupted. And Sam's laughter grew even louder.
"He just," Sam panted, "Doesn't want you to know about his-" Sam was cut off by Freddie leaping over Carly to put his hand on Sam's mouth.
She looked furious for a moment but then, suddenly, Freddie groaned and pulled his spit-covered hand away from Sam's mouth.
"You…You-you little- hand licker!"
Sam doubled over with laughter once more, "You little-hahaha!- Pillow stitcher!" Sam clutched her stomach trying to ease the pressure she had been putting on it, as she had been laughing so hard.
"What in the world is going on here?" Spencer quickly entered the scene, looking slightly startled, seeing as though he had just been woken up, "Why is Sam awake? And laughing? At 5:45… In the morning?!"he questioned his watch.
"Sorry, Spence," Sam said, "We were just-just-" Sam started chuckling uncontrollably, "Me and Freddie were just-haha!- gossiping about boys and-pppfft- doing each other's nails. And discussing what fabric Freddie should make his new-haha- tea cozy out of." Sam continued to roar with laughter as Freddie groaned and buried his head in his hands, and Carly and Spencer exchanged confused looks.
"What's she-" Spencer started
"She's just being…Sam." Freddie groaned in exasperation and would have traded anything to be anywhere else right then.
"Haha! And Freddie's just being-haha-Freddie. The momma's boy, sweater knitting, pillow sewing-Haha" Sam couldn't finish her sentence, for she was once again in hysterics.
"Anyone want to explain what has you two waking me and Spencer up this early in the morning?!"
"Haha! Freddie was anxious to get to his-haha-his-"
"Don't do it Sam!" Freddie shouted.
"Sewing club!" Sam finished and fell into laughter once more. Carly and Spencer exchanged nervous glances, and knew better than to laugh.
After several more minutes Sam was finally regaining composure as she looked back and forth between Carly and Freddie. She sighed and finally sat down back on the couch, where she had previously fallen off.
"Sorry" Carly mouthed to him.
"It's fine, my mom signed me up, she's forcing me to stick it out through just 3 months. I;ve made it for two so far. I was hoping you guys wouldn't find out, and I think Sam's reaction already said all there is to hear as to why I didn't want you two to know."
"I guess," Carly shrugged, feeling really sorry for Freddie.
"I want ham," Sam suddenly interrupted, she stood up and walked over to the counter, picking up the container of ham and ate every last piece before Carly and Freddie could even glance over there straight.
"Mmm. Momma like the Hickory Smoked.
"Umm…Sam? We didn't buy Hickory Smoked…"
"Well, what was-? Never mind, it was delicious."
Freddie cringed and looked at the clock, by this time it was well past 6:30 and he stood up to head back home, before his mom noticed he was missing from Sewing Class. (It was their turn to host it)
"Later Carly," Freddie said, heading for the door.
"Later dork!" Sam called.
"Sam." Freddie said quietly and left.
"What's with the dork?" Sam asked, through a mouthful of Fat cake.
"I dunno…"
"Whatever, hey Carlz, got any Peppy Cola?"
"In the fridge," Carly replied quietly, feeling bad for Freddie, and wishing Sam weren't so oblivious.
"You have High School Musical rehearsal tonight?" Sam questioned.
"AS always…" Carly replied.
"Oh cool, I'll be back over here after Wicked rehearsal ends, k?"
"Will Chase be with you?"
Sam froze, "I-I don't know"
"Oh. Well good luck at rehearsals."
"Thanks Carly, you too."
"I need it dealing with Walt, can you say Hitler?"
"Haha, of course I can, isn't that that composer guy?"
"Umm…No…that's Beethoven…"
"Oh cool…He was that guy, chopped down the Cherry Tree? Had the funny haircut…"
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"That was George Washington!" Carly shouted.
"Oh yeah…"
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Later that day
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"Hello, cast!" shouted the director, a friendly yet strict, middle-aged man with brown, receding hair, and small glasses, named Bobby.
Everyone there cheered.
"As we all know, we have a bit of a set-back this acting season. We had a delay for the callbacks, hence-forth leaving us one month short of rehearsing time. So we have got to work, and fight together to make this the greatest reproduction of Wicked that has ever been put on!"
More cheers and claps. As Bobby finished his speech, slowly rehearsals began, it was slightly boring at most times.
Sam stared through half-closed eyes and looked around the room for Chase. He was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and pulled out her phone 'No New Messages' she shrugged and put it back away, looking at the stage.
"Chase Zorring? Leslie Piper? We are blocking your scene, and we would appreciate promptness and attention!"
"Sorry, sir!" Chase said, with his irresistible smile playing on his lips. Sam almost smiled, until she saw Leslie.
Sam's small smile faded and she rolled her eyes.
They blocked Chase's and Leslie's scene over and over and over, until they finally called Sam to the stage to block her and Leslie's first song together, What is This Feeling. They both did excellent with the blocking, the emotion, and the esteem, probably because of the truth in the song of how they felt for each other.
All three, Chase, Sam, and Leslie, exited the stage together, and Sam turned one way, and Leslie another. Leaving Chase in the middle to choose. Sam wasn't worried, she completely believed that Chase would turn in her direction. But then again, Sam didn't usually get these things right, why should she now? Chase walked behind Leslie and joined the "In-group" of the theatre in laughing and talking.
The rest of the rehearsal went basically the same way.
Sam sighed and determined to stick it out. No matter how hard it would be.
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Okay! I could've added more to this chapter, but I didn't want to move things along too terribly fast. This story is slowly dwindling down. 4 chapters left tops. More likely two-three, but you never know.
Thanks for the reviews! Reviews are the biggest inspiration I could ask for!
I would like the thank Danni pockets for the Sewing Club idea, I just knew that Sam would be able to get some good digs in with that one! I'm thinking to make Freddie carry a grudge about her telling Carly and Spencer… A short one though, nothing that a good yelling match won't cure ;)
Thanks to all the other reviewers and also a thanks to the ones submitting my last feedback questions!