A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all so much for your reviews! I love hearing from you peeplez! It is really inspiring because you guys are really really really nice. So I'm going to give you the same message I gave last time – REVIEW! I let anonymous reviews pass so don't gimme that.
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~fandango2girl
Btw, thank you Green Day for inspiring me furthermore with your song "American Idiot." And I forgot to thank idancex33 for overall credit. This plot bunny would've never appeared if Sam hadn't winked at Freddie in "iWant To Check In".
iStage An Intervention
It was just a prank. Consuela's revenge! Who would've believed that? Freddie didn't, yet Carly did. That sort of freaked me out because Carly is supposed to be the smart one… though I guess that didn't necessarily mean literal one. Freddie was the literal one. It was my first day on the job, which coincidentally was Fredward's laundry day. I picked his lock and snaked through his house. It was three a.m. The Bensons were tucked in their beds; visions of clean floors run through their heads. At least that was what was running through my head as I tripped on the freshly mopped hardwood. Hadn't these people heard of a "Caution Wet Floor" sign? Its necessary precaution – Ms. B loves that stuff! As I fell flat on my face, "Hello?" mumbled an annoyingly familiar voice of the tech-nerd. I sat up. He stared at me for a minute. "Sam?"
"Who?" I ask in a high-pitched girly voice. I know for a fact that Freddie's favorite dreams are when Carly is in love with him and I don't exist. "It's me Carly."
"Oh." He smiled. Suddenly my blond hair became brunette in his eyes, and I was the girl of his dreams – literally. "What are you doing here?"
"I had a nightmare." I frown. "I was really scared."
"Aww, does someone need a hug?" He seemed really pleased with himself for coming up with that idea. Idiot.
"Yes." Okay, gross. But I was Carly, and I had to act. He wrapped his arms around me and I smirked at how much harassment this would get him. "It was so scary all alone in my bedroom."
"Don't be afraid, Carls." Okay, why did he call her Carls? That was my nickname for Carly, and he never used it. "You can sleep here."
"Really?" Okay, grosser. The dork actually had visions of sleeping with Carly. Its one thing to think that way about girls in general, but Carls is my best friend! I shivered a bit under his arms.
"Yeah, I'll get my night light, so if you wake up, you won't be so afraid." He led me to the couch in the living room. Okay, I felt a bit relieved that he wasn't thinking about that. I did feel a small smirk cover my face. The dork had a night light. When he finally went back to bed – I was surprised he didn't kiss Carly goodnight – I stood up and set out to finish my task. In his washer were the whites that he would soon be wearing. I smirk and pull off one of my red socks and drop it into the load.
"Little present from Carly Shay." I mutter. Does anyone else notice the way my voice is angry?
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I grin as Carly opens the door. "Hey, I thought you'd be with Freddie."
"If anyone else said that to me, I'd punch them in the mouth." I waltz right in.
"Sorry, he just called saying he needed to borrow a tennis racket."
"Yeah, I don't care." I say. In reality, I couldn't wait to see Freddork in his tennis shorts. He always wears those white baggy shorts to tennis (wait… why do I know this stuff?), but that's different since last night. As Freddie walks in, I smirk. Was it really that easy to mess with Freddie? I bite my lip. The shorts actually look pretty good, with the yellow shirt and all. It's very eastery. He gets the tennis racket and looks at me suspiciously. "Uh, hey, pink pants…" I mutter. He scowls a bit and starts ranting on and on. Something tells me those shorts wouldn't have looked so good white… not really a Freddork color. I sigh and think about nearly a week ago. Carly is still all glum about that, though she tries to cover it up. I feel so guilty. I caused it! And if it weren't bad enough, I caused it for Fredward Benson! I hate him!
Freddie grumpily leaves after one more glaring look at me. "See ya later, pink pants." I grin. Carly sits down by me on the couch and turns on the teevo. That's when I know something crazy is up – Carly never turned on the TV; that was my job. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing, it's just insane." She replies, smiling a mini smile.
"What?" I pray it is un-Shane-related.
"Freddie." I mentally faint with relief. "He hasn't even tried asking me out for weeks." Carly laughs to herself. "It's just weird."
"How many weeks?" I ask, a bit suspicious for his undying love of Carls.
"I dunno… about a month really." She shrugs. I mentally slap myself. "Why?"
"Hey, he broke a record. Maybe the dork got over you." I say just to cover it up.
"Uh, finally!" Carly rolls her eyes. "Freddie's great, but it's so annoying his whole crush thing."
"I beg to differ. Freddie is not great, but yes, his crush is annoying." I nod.
Carly chortles. "Hey, you wanna go to Groovy Smoothie?" She asks.
"Sure." I smile. "I'm up for some Strawberry Swirl!"
"You know they got that new Key Lime Pie smoothie thing?"
"Gross. Any smoothie made out of pie has to be disgusting." I shutter.
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It's been a few days, and yet again I am sneaking into Fredweird's house. I have to be extra careful here because I have to actually go into his room. I hear distant voices and notice Freddie talking in his sleep. "I'll get you Skynots!" He mumbles.
I smirk. "Freddie, this is Jobi San Lenobi! The Skynots are gaining on you!"
"What? Jobi San, where?"
"Oh no! They got you!" I gasp.
"What! No! Jobi San, speak to me!" He nearly shouted. I can't believe the dork is dreaming about Galaxy Wars. Down to business, though. I walk slowly over his laptop, mess with the battery panel for a while, and it is done…
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Tomorrow we have iCarly, and Carls and I are checking our email. "Hey did you get an invite to Karen Franklin's party?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't." I frown.
"Maybe because you always call her a dumb fudge wad?" Carly suggested.
"Yeah… but I still like to party…" I mutter. Today I had pulled the best prank yet! I broke Freddie's bike and got to eat his lunch. It's strange; his lunatic mom makes great BLT! After talking to Carly for a few more minutes. I just had to! The guilt was killing me. So, I'll pull pranks for him, but I can't pull it on him. Come on, that's the stupidest thing ever! I pull pranks on Freddie all the time. That's when it happened. "Oh my god!" I shout and jump up from my beanbag.
"What?" Carly asked.
"Gary Wolf!" I squeal – almost. "He text me!" Carly consists of asking random questions about the phenomenon that had occurred on my phone screen. I leave Bushwell very quickly. Halfway down the block I stop and check my phone. I slap myself in the face. How could I have been so stupid? This was Freddie's doing! Why would Gary Wolf even text me in the first place. I storm back to Bushwell but stop at the door. I need to think this through. Freddie had never… gotten me back before. He always fought back and feebly accepts defeat afterward. I stroll home, kicking a pebble. Great, now not only did I have to figure myself out but Benson as well!
All done! Okay, I am going to skip the next three for multiple reasons. 1. I am EAGER to get to iKiss!!!!!!! I have a surprise in that one! Oh-oh. 2. iOwe You is so much Sam and not enough Seddie. 3. iHurt Lewbert… well, I can't say I particularly liked that one so much. And 4. iGo To Japan is faaaaaaaaaar too long for my one-shot run world. :) I'm surprised this is multi-chapter, but iGuess you can say Seddie needs more explanation to be understood… REVIEW or my new friend's bodyguard Bob will come and get you!
~fandango2girl
