Heeeey, peeps! Ok, that was lame... Gah, I'm so embarrassed...
Anyway, here it is! I'm sorry it took awhile, but I've been sick. Bleh. By the way, (just in case you actually ENJOY this...) I predict that there will be two to three more chapters of this story. Knowing that, I beg you to review because all of the other reviews I've gotten make my day a whole lot better! (Especially cause I'm sick!) :P
Disclaimer; I do not own iCarly... but my father's best friend makes props for it!
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By this time, the Gibby had placed the camera on what he called 'a camera stand thingy' and joined Spencer and the girls in sitting behind Freddie.
As for the webcast itself, it went overtime, but everyone at home was still watching Freddie's dream... like someone would intently watch a movie until it's very end.
For the past fifteen minutes or so, though, the dream has gone on the same plotline. Princess Puckett has been ordering Sir Benson to do push-ups, sit-ups, crunches, bicep curls, twists, squats, and so many other things during that time, that Freddie was sweating.
Thank goodness they were taking a break now, because Carly thought Freddie might have died under the pressure he was in.
"Nope." Sam tore some meat off of what looked like mutton-chop and wagged her finger in the direction on Freddie's snack, "You gotta get something healthier."
"But you're eating... that!" Freddie pointed at the giant hunk of meat Sam was chewing on.
"I'm not trying to impress anyone, am I?" Sam curled her lip in disgust at Freddie who put aside his large piece of chocolate cake and grabbed Soy Sticks from the nearby fridge.
"They had fridges back then?" Carly whispered to Sam, who just shrugged her shoulders.
"And you would eat healthier if you were trying to impress someone?" Freddie bit into the Soy Sticks, turning once more back to Sam.
"Pfft. No." She laughed as if that was the stupidest question to ask.
There was a moment of silence between them, yet it wasn't awkward. It was a thinking kind of silence.
"So..." Sam started up the conversation again, slapping her hand on the table they were sitting at, "You ready to start training again?"
"Just give me fifteen more minutes, Princess." Freddie longingly stared at the chocolate piece of cake he had set aside.
Sam stormed over to Freddie's chair and grabbed him by the neck, tightening her grip with every word, "Stop... Calling... Me... Princess."
When she let go, the sleeping Freddie inhaled deeply as if someone had released the grip on his throat. In his mind someone had.
Rubbing his neck, Freddie croaked, "Well, you are, aren't you?"
She turned to look at Freddie and raised her eyebrow, "Of course I am. I'm just not your typical princess, if you haven't noticed."
"Well, what do you want me to call you?" Freddie hesitantly stood up, leaving two uneaten Soy Sticks on his plate.
"Just call me Sam." Sam stated in a no-duh kind of way, "Before you were knighted, you would always call me Sam and Carly... well, Carly. Leave it at that, dipthong."
Freddie sighed and looked at his plate, "Why do you even have Soy Sticks?"
"Got 'em for you." Sam plainly said, thinking nothing of it.
Freddie eyed her suspiciously, "Why would you get ANYTHING for me?"
Sam shrugged, not really wanting to speak. She put her feet up on the table and Freddie sat in the chair next to her.
"At least admit you enjoy being around me." Freddie smirked and nudged the royal blond-haired girl.
"Well..." Sam thought for a moment, then she started to smirk as well, "I have enjoyed seeing you go through physical trauma."
"See?" Freddie nudged her again, but this time a little harder, "That's progress! …Kinda..."
"Don't nudge me, Freddork." Sam pushed him away from her and stood up, "Get off your lazy butt and let's go build you up some muscle!"
Freddie sighed and begrudgingly followed his trainer.
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Spencer had checked the time on his watch and it seemed to be yelling at him in bright red letters: 10:13 PM. He sighed and stretched his legs. Talk about the longest webcast ever. Beside him were Carly, Sam, and Gibby and in front of them was a dreaming and snoring teenage boy that goes by the name of Freddie. He sure was a deep sleeper, given all of the moments they had laughed or Sam threw out an insult.
At Freddie's current state of the dream, he and Sam are arguing... terribly. Spencer thought to himself, If not for the yelling an screaming, this would be quite a romantic scene... in any movie.
You see, where Freddie had placed the argument was behind in the garden Sam's castle (for she was a Princess). It was overcast for quite sometime and would rain any second.
"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?" Freddie retorted to Sam's previous insult.
She stood there. Frozen. Rain started coming down and the sleeping Freddie was shivering. As for the Freddie in the dream, he walked closer to Sam, "Sam, you have kept me here far longer than was needed."
The tomboy princess looked away and still couldn't for any words. Her face was bright red. Not a blush, but out of anger.
"All of this time I never needed your help and I could've been with Carly." Freddie shook his head and started to walk away, "All this time..."
Freddie was halfway back to the castle when Sam started to chase him. She kicked off her heels and sprinted only to tackle the sopping wet knight. She pinned him down and yelled to his face, "Why the chiz have you loved her your whole life?"
The question startled Freddie, but it seemed he couldn't answer... he just looked at Sam and thought to himself 'Of course she is the demon I've always known, but she actually looks pretty in the rain...' He quickly shook off the thought and replied, "Get off of me, Sam!"
"What are you gonna do about it, Benson!" Sam pushed him farther into the ground and tried to forget the chills she was getting, "Now answer the question!"
Trying to get out of answering the question, Freddie looked to his left and found nothing. Looking to his right he saw a shovel, but couldn't reach it. He decided to use the last resort he possibly could at the moment.
He lifted his head and gently placed his lips on hers. Stunned, Sam kept position, not moving an inch or even letting go of Freddie. Freddie was worried it wouldn't work and he would still have to answer the dangling question, so he deepened the kiss. After a few seconds, Sam gave in. It was time for Freddie to make a run for it, but it was too late. He was immensity enjoying their kiss as much as Sam appeared to.
On the viewer's side of all of this, everyone was stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. Freddie was giggling here and there while the kiss continued, growing ever more passionate with every second. Carly's eyes were locked on the scene and her mouth open as far as a human can let their jaw drop. Spencer was actually quite surprised, but he was smiling. Not just smiling, but grinning... very deviously. Gibby... well, when Sam tackled Freddie in the dream, he had to pee, so he went downstairs and missed the whole thing.
There were many viewers at home, giving high-fives and screaming joyously. Other iCarly fans were screaming out of anger. Most of them, though, were in the exact same state as Carly.
The two in Freddie's dream finally broke of their kiss. Sam looked into the eyes of the boy she had kissed, but the gleam in here eyes started to fade and was replaced with rage.
She suddenly slapped him and released him from the hold he was under, "I HATE YOU!"
Suddenly feeling a pulse of rage as well, he got up from the ground and screamed back, "I HATE YOU, TOO!"
Sadly, after that, no one could continue watching the dream. Mostly because Sam had woken Freddie up and tried to beat him with a beanbag. Spencer grabbed Sam off of Freddie before and serious damage was done and iCarly was off air in a split second.
"What the heck, Sam?" Freddie defended himself, holding his hands in front of his chest.
Sam finally calmed down and Spencer released her after a minute. She slowly walked over to Freddie, her head lowered, "I do hate you."
She then made her way to the door of the iCarly studio and slammed it shut.
"What did I DO?" Freddie almost yelled, sitting in the beanbag chair he was almost beaten to death with.
"Freddie, we need to talk..." Carly said, walking over to her friend, but Spencer stopped her.
"Carly, you go on ahead to your room." Spencer said, pushing his sister in the opposite direction, "I'll talk to Freddie."
Carly sighed and wondered as she walked to the door, 'Why do both of my friends need to talk after they share their dreams?'
As she closed the door she heard Freddie ask, "Wait... where's Gibby?"
That took Carly by surprise, because she thought that Gibby had just went downstairs to pee. She shook off the thought and went to her room.
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Tra-la-la-la-la... Oh, hi! Seems you've finished this chapter! Congrats! You get cookie if you review! WAIT!... Aw. I forgot... I ate all of the cookies... :( But you can still review!
Where do you think Gibby is BTW? I have no idea... yet... help me come up with sometin?
OH! And no flames! They BUUUUUUUURN! :P