"Dare." I don't know why I said it, but it just kinda… slipped, and I couldn't take it back.
"Mkay. I dare you to knock on Harold Jenkins' door and say: So, you wanna have a good time tonight?" she said, like she already had it packed in her mind. I shook my head.
"Oh my gawd, no, Sam." She got this deadly look in her eyes.
"Fuck that shit, you took the oath!" she said very quietly. I sighed and got up.
"Well? I'm not doing it alone!" Carly chuckled and picked up the camera.
"It would be so funny if…" she stopped cold.
"No, we aren't putting this on iCarly."
"Shit, Freddy, you never turned off the camera!" she yelled.
No.
This is NOT happening.
"SHIT! FUCK! HOLY FUCKING JESUS!" I screamed. Carly and Sam immediately stopped laughing, because I probably swore like once a month, much less three times in one day.
She was right.
She was fucking right.
"SHIT!" I screamed again. Sam raised her eyebrows.
"This day has changed you Freddork." she mumbled.
"This. Is. Way. Embarrassing. I. am. So. Quitting. iCarly." I said slowly as not to swear again.
"No biggie, party poopers. We'll probably get more fans for this." Sam shrugged, smiling. Her small grin improved my mood by 21%, at least. I let out an angry sigh.
"Yeah, but what if my mom is watching this? SHE'S GOING TO DROWN ME IN CLOROX." I screamed at the ceiling.
"Shut up Freddy! Spencer is watching this too you know! Sam, you're only in a good mood right now because your mom isn't going to give a flying fuck!" Carly groaned, putting her face in her hands.
"Exactly." Sam said, sucking on a lollipop. I have no idea where she got it from, but it was going to make my jeans a size bigger. "Let's record this whole sleepover, actually. That. Would. Be. So. Fun!" she suddenly proclaimed, grabbing the camera.
"No, sam!" Carly said, trying to grab it away from her.
"Hush. We've already recorded a lot. It won't matter. Besides, it's my birthday." she said, widening her big brown eyes. She looked like an innocent, nerdy (the glasses) little blonde puppy, so nobody really had the heart to say no.
"Well… Sam…" Carly whined. "I guess… when you put it like THAT…"
"YAY! I love you baby cakes!" she squealed, totting the camera.
"I don't get an opinion in this?" I asked, impatiently.
"No. Let's goooooooo." Sam said, heading for the stairs.
I held my fist over the door.
"I.. I can't." I admitted, defeated. Sam stomped over and pressed her whole body to mine angrily.
"You must definitely will. Now knock on the accursed door!" she said venomously. It took everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) in me not to ravage her right there. I just sighed, however, and rapped my knuckles against the door impatiently.
"Who is it?" Harold asked in his girly voice. I wanted to cry.
"It's Freddie." Carly said in a voice that sounded nothing like mine. The door opened so fast it was ridiculous.
"Yeees?" Harold was the most confusing guy you could ever meet. He was always in pink, most of the time wore high heels, eyeliner, eyeshadow and blush. He had this weird infatuation with Freddie, yet he had oodles of girls at all kinds of night entering and leaving his apartment.
"Hey. Well. It's like this… uhm… So, you wanna have a good time tonight?" I asked. I could feel my face heating up like a kettle on 500 degrees.
"I do watch iCarly, you know that, right?" he asked, looking amused.
I could literately hear angels singing in the heavens above.
"Oh. Ok then." I said grinning stupidly. He closed the door and I turned around. Carly was smirking, but Sam was fuming angrily.
"THAT'S NOT FAIR! Ugh! I got you, Freddy. Wait until your next turn!" she screamed, and stomped off to the elevator.
Ah, crap.
She whipped around angrily and stepped in front of the camera which Carly was now holding. She opened her mouth to say something, but scrunched her eyebrows together at something behind me. Then her eyes widened.
Before I could even turn around, I felt someone jump on my back. I lost my balance and fell. The person started pounding on my back. Sam and Carly just stood there, eyes opened wide.
"Oh my god! Get off me! GET OFFA MEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed, and finally turned over. The person fell, but got up super fast. The person turned out to be a girl with this ridiculous black Mohawk and in all black (including a black tutu over black skinnies).
"You will NOT steal Harold away from me!" she yelled, and then proceeded to leap on my face, but Sam simply stood in front of her and she bounced back, without even moving Sam.
"Dude. Back off." Sam scowled. The girl's eyes like, glowed or something and she went to leap on Sam, but Sam roundhoused her so fast I could barely even see her leg move.
"I said, back the hell off! Your little boyfriend has been forcing himself on Freddie for years, so shut up and learn your facts." she said quite calmly.
"AH! MY FREAKING NOSE!" the girl was screaming, stumbling back to Harold's apartment. "I'm not forgetting this iPussies!" she screamed so loud and passionately, I got chills. Sam took my arm and helped me up.
"Uh, wow. Thanks." Sam smiled.
"Well, I figured you'd never be able to beat her." she said happily.
"You know what? You just tottaly ruined the moment!" I screamed at her. She laughed and hopped over to Carly.
"Now, Carly, my darling. Truth. Or Dare?" she asked.