Hi, guys. I just wanted to apologize for abandoning this story like I had. Some things have changed since last time, like for instance I changed my name. It's now obsessive-elphaba because of my recent discovery of Wicked, musical and book. Also, I had most of iRocked The Vote finished, but my computer crashed and it wasn't there anymore. Luckily iDiscovered Google Docs so it shouldn't happen :) Also, my cat is sleeping in between my arms making it kind of uncomfortable to type. So any typos please excuse. I have no beta :( Also, what'd you think of David's acting in the show? Not the best right. Having a singer not sing is just bull. Mmmm'k please review.
~obsessive-elphaba
On iCarly tonight, we were answering another question from our viewers. Freddie read it aloud. "Dear Carly, don't you think it would be AWESOME to be Freddie's girlfriend?" He looks up.
"Read the real question!" I snap. Yeah, yeah, I know I shouldn't be jealous when I already got the guy, but come on. He gives me a small reassuring smile, to which I return. After a picture of Carls and me with purple troll hair - which would be really awesome to have - it was time.
We were using the serious lights. iCarly tonight has a grand announcement! The fans MUST MUST MUST vote for David Archuleta on America Sings. Wade Collins is alright, but David is AWESOME. After the show ended, Freddie and I went to the fire escape and answer the questions from our fans. We sort of made the fire escape our secret hideout because no one really goes down there "Okay, here's another one!" He laughed. "When are Sam and Freddie going to get together? They're absolutely the cutest couple ever." We laugh a bit.
"Gimme the computer. How about, nothing can be cute if it has anything to do with Freddork. Sorry, dude, it just ain't happening." I smile.
"That's mean." He pouted.
"Too late, I already sent it." I smirk before flicking him on the forehead. "Here's a possible iCarly bit. Someone suggested that one of us spins on one of those wheels things while the other two throw bags of mayonnaise at them with blindfolds."
"Lemme guess, you want to throw mayo at me?"
"Yes, with all my heart." I beg. I know I shouldn't be doing such a thing to my boyfriend, but I haven't changed just because of the dork. I am NOT going soft on him. Hehe.
"No, gross." He shivered.
"Please, for me." I smile sweetly.
"Not happening."
"That always worked for Carly!" I pout. He rolled his eyes. I wait five seconds before bringing him in for a kiss. After I pull away, I meet him eye to eye. "It would make me soooo happy if you did this for me. Just once. Please." He nods a bit. I smirk and let go of his face.
Freddie blinks a little. "Awww, no fair!" He groans. I smirk yet again.
"We gotta go, America Sings is on!" I run out of the fire escape.
"So much for the cheesy couple stuff..." He mutters, following behind.
And America Sings was absolutely terrible! Stupid commercial breaks and guest stars and GAH! It was killing me. Then this was it, I know this was it! "Hey check out this new application I downloaded on my PearPhone..." No, no, no! I wasn't going to miss this for some stupid phone thing that can wait. Grabbing the phone I rub my tongue against the screen and hand it back to him. My version of "NOT NOW!" "Awww. She licked my phone!" He exclaims. We shhhh him. "Don't ever lick my phone again."
I lick it again. "Don't shut up, and I will!" "She did it again." He sighs.
"Freddie, be quiet. Sam, stop licking technology." Carly scolds.
"The winner of America Sings is... going to be one of these two young men. Wade Collins or David Archuleta."
"DAVID! DAVID! DAVID!" Carly and I shout.
"He's not gonna win." Freddie mumbles.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
And there is another break! GAH!
"The winner of this year's America Sings Competition is..."
"Say Archuleta!" Carly shouts.
"Say it." I growl lowly.
"David Archuleta!" We all cheer standing up and dancing slightly. Carly and I hug. Freddie hugs Carly then turns to me. For a moment we decide whether or not we should hug. Telepathically, we decide against it, and look away awkwardly.
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Freddie's POV
Running upstairs to the studio, I see Carly and her orange yo-yo, so I decide to show her the screen thing. "Hey! Watch the monitor." I say. It swings out, and she looks at me.
"What about it?"
"I fixed it, so it swings out eighteen percent faster." I smile, proud of my accopmlishment.
She nods a bit. "Okay, you really need to get a girlfriend."
Looking down, Sam comes to mind. I look up smiling. "Ho-"
"No." She smiles sadly.
Spencer races in, and forces us to watch channel ten, because they were talking about iCarly. That was the most insane thing ever what they were saying. We didn't influence the voting. We just... campaigned for him. There's nothing wrong with that. Carly doesn't seem to think that way because Wade Collin's "Mum in hospital" story really got to her. She doesn't take guilt very well, I've learned that much in life. "Hey, we used the power of iCarly to help Archuleta, so why not use it to help Wade." And that was the simple solution to everything. After sending him an e-vite, I head to the mall, time for a little of that girlfriend thing Carly was talking about. "Hey." I say. Of course, she's in the food court. Sam lives for food.
"Hey you're late." She smirked.
"Well, that's nothing normal is it? But we have some news." I say.
"Are we doing the mayo thing." She grins wickedly.
"Not anytime soon." I shake my head. "Wade Collins is going to be on iCarly."
"What?" Sam's face is one of disgust. "Gross! Why?"
"Because we invited him."
"Great, more people..." She frowns.
"Come on, his mom needs surgery." I try, knowing Sam to have a certain stubborness to her. "I'll buy you a meatball sub if you accept him on the show."
Sam frowns for a minute. "With ham?"
"With ham." I roll my eyes and venture off to Sub Mart.
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Okay, Freddie needs to stop with the food. It seems he trying to feed my love. Like buying, but more flavorful. It's kind of annoying too because he'll do it whenever he wants to avoid things. Believe it or not, I don't want that kind of relationship. I want him to stop running away and be a man for once. "One meatball and ham sub for Ms. Puckett." I smile lightly, and look down at the food. "What's wrong?" He asked, drinking some Mocha Cola.
"Nothing..." I sigh, grabbing the sandwhich and taking a bite. Then my eyes go wide. "I totally forgot about Spencer's lying lesson!"
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Wade Collins was a JERK. A big bulbous jerk. I had that figured out the moment we met him. I can't believe we decided to make him a music video. "My mum's in the hospital boo-hoo-hoo." I mock in the closet with Freddie, at Carly's place.
"Carly, nothing personal, but I hate the guilty side of you." Freddie shakes his head. So yeah, we're making out in a coat closet. We figured, since it's close to summer, that it wouldn't be used because, frankly, it's getting warmer.
Much to our dismay, we were wrong, and Mr. Collins walks in. The two of us widen our eyes in shock and fear as he points his finger hastily at us and shouts, "You're all a bunch of stupid American hobknockers!" And leaves. The mood was ruined.
"Hobknockers?" Freddie asked.
"One who rapes squirrels." I inform.
"Gross!" He shutters.
"And illegal."
"Uh, well... I guess since he's here it's time to get ready for the music video." Freddie and I part ways, him going to the studio, I going to change for the shooting.
"Hey, Sam. Where were you? We have to get ready." Carly calls to me.
"Sorry I was hungry." I hold up a corndog. "Where's my dress?"
Carly looks around. "Freddie picked out this one." She held up the skimpiest thing I've ever seen. I think I need to punch him in the face, or report him for sexual harrassment. Instead, I merely tossed my corndog on it and left, despite hearing Carly's complaints.
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The show was about over. Announcing the special quest star was the awesomest part. "Winner of America Sings..."
"Please welcome..." Carly says.
Simultaneously we shout "David Archuleta!" I press the cheer button on my remote.
David was a nice guy, smiled a lot. There was a video we were playing to show the viewing audience how terrible Wade Collins was. In that said video, there was a clip that could involuntarily ruin my life... not to mention Freddie's.
"At the Shambrulet Hotel." I say, explaining the location of said jerk.
"Should we tell them what room?" David asks.
"I don't think we should." Carly shakes her head.
"Room five-thirteen." David smiles evilly into the camera.
"That's five, one, three." Carly pulls up however many fingers.
"And remember, if you're an American..." I start.
"He hates you!" Carly shakes her head.
"And thinks you can't beat him up."
David DOESN'T sing for us, because all the America Sings stuff gave him a sore throat. "And we're clear." Freddie says. "Great show guys." I give him a glare. How could he forget to edit THAT out?
"Might I ask a personal question?" Carly says, biting her lip. I nod slowly, hoping this isn't... "What were you and Freddie doing in the closet together?"
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Hahahaha CLIFFHANGER!! Muahahaha I'm evil. So, the idea came to me at last! This had nothing to do with what the summary said. I just couldn't think of it for a while. This chapter has slightly more dialogue. I believe my own personal episode will come next. Btw, who's totally PSYCHED about iFight Shelby Marx? WE'LL MEET SAM'S MOM! How cool is that!? And who's a tad bit confused on iTwins? Cuz I am. Anyway, reviews are welcome. Later!
~obsessive-elphaba
