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AN: I don't think I made Spencer a little OOC, but if I did plz inform me; although I plan to make him crazier then usual once he and everyone finally go to the correctional camp.

Ignore the grammatical errors.

iCross Dress

Ch4. Individuality

Never in her life had Carly been so frustrated. She paced around in circles until she caught sight of Sam's paddleball near the computer. She immediately snatched the toy off of the counter and stared at it. Her gaze then shifted towards the couch. she shrugged before walking over and throwing her legs over the back panel. If playing paddleball upside down helped Sam to not think then maybe it would do the opposite for Carly. She and Sam were polar opposites after all, and Carly desperately needed to think of a plan.

Freddie walked through the door just as Carly lifted up the paddle. "Carly, what exactly are you doing?" he asked as he walked slowly up to the couch. He stared at her, waiting for a response.

"I'm trying to think." she snapped, and pulled a few strands of hair away from her mouth.

"By playing paddle ball upside down on the couch?"

"Yes." She sated. Freddie looked at her peculiarly.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You didn't seem all that surprised when I told you Sam was doing it."

"That's because Sam is weird."

"And?"

" And you, my dear, are not weird." He paused and pursed his lips. "At least, not as weird as Sam."

"Well, there's no harm in trying." She replied snootily. "and don't call me dear." She swung the paddle forward and the ball sprung up towards the ceiling. When it came back down she tried to hit it, but she missed, and the ball popped her in the eye. "Ow." she hissed and threw the toy across the room. Freddie had to quickly dodge out of the way. He waited a second then sat down on the couch and helped Carly sit up.

"Are u gonna be ok?" He asked, worried.

Carly combed back her hair in one sporadic movement "No Freddie, I'm not." She whined and turned so her feet touched the floor. "I wish you would have told me sooner that there was a possibility Sam could end up going to Juvie, regardless of her going to that stupid camp." She clenched her fists. "I would have better prepared her before she left."

"It's not like she doesn't know of the drawback." The nub pointed out. "I was sure to inform her of what would happen if she got in trouble while she was there. She knows that if she screws up that the charges will be pressed on her again."

The brunette glared at Freddie, her brown eyes a dark pool of resent. Her lip twitched and Freddie flinched. "Gah…..I know." He finally gave in. " I should have mentioned something earlier, but I thought everything would be ok. So please don't be mad at me."

Carly sighed, and her gaze softened. "I'm not mad at you," She stiffened, "but I'm not happy with you either." She slapped the side of his arm.

The nerd rubbed it while frowning. "I'm Sorry, there's nothing more I can say or do."

"No, there is definitely something we can do?"

"Like what?" Freddie asked.

"I don't have a clue." Carly folded her arms across her chest,

Freddie scratched the back of his neck then stood and picked the paddle ball up off the floor. "Why was Sam playing Paddle ball upside down?"

"She was trying to not think." The thin girl answered. "I figured if I did what she did then it would have the opposite effect on me. Since, you know, me and her are like opposites and stuff." She massaged the sides of her arms.

"Can you even play paddle ball, Carly?"

"Apparently not. "

"Move over." He commanded and returned to the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Me and Sam are opposites too, but, unlike you, I actually know how to use a paddle ball." He answered as he rested his back on the cushion. His feet dangled aimlessly over the back panel.

The dark haired girl scoffed. "Knowing how to play with a paddle ball isn't exactly something to be proud of."

"That's what you think." Freddie replied condescendingly and began to spank the ball effortlessly.

Carly was definitely jealous.

...

Spencer sat in the kitchen with his hands folded on top of the table. His jaw was dropped slightly, and his eyebrows were arched giving him a look of utter bewilderment. Carly and Freddie stood on either side of him, casting shadows over the top of his head. They were waiting for an answer.

"So let me get this straight." The man started. "You want me to make Freddie into a girl?"

Both Freddie and Carly shifted uneasily.

"Ye-yes." Carly finally replied. Tapping her fingers nervously against Spencer's chair.

"And Gibby too" Freddie added.

Spencer exhaled slowly. "Freddie," he said and turned to look at the boy. "do you want to talk about this? We can go fishing or hog hunting or maybe go roll around in some mud… like men." Spencer blinked slowly, feeling as if he made some sort of mistake. "Unless," he looked at Freddie seriously, "you'd rather talk while we polished our nails."

"It's not because I want to be a girl Spencer!"

"Ya know, fifteen is a very tough age. You get all these weird urges, and sometimes they cause you to do weird things." He blinked. "Although, it doesn't faze me that Gibby wants to be a girl too." He thought about it. "Nope, it doesn't faze me at all."

"Carly, help me out please!" The nub begged.

"Freddie doesn't want to be a girl Spencer!" She yelled. "And neither does Gibby."

"Yet you're asking me to make them into one." He shook his head. "I'm sorry to say this guys, but ya see, I'm an artist not a doctor. They're two, completely different things. I can't turn boys into girls."

"Spencer, I don't think you understand what it is were asking." Freddie sighed.

"Then please explain, because I'm tempted to put a restraining order on you."

"Caaaarly." Freddie whined.

"We have to make Freddie into a girl in order to keep Sam out of trouble." Carly clarified.

The artist rubbed his chin as he tried to understand what his sister and her friend were requesting. "Oh, so what your asking is for me to-"

"Sculpt out a face for Freddie." She finished. "You know, like a mask."

" ah ha! I get it now." Spencer grinned. "Why didn't you just say that?"

Freddie and Carly looked at each other with quizzical expressions on their faces. Spencer had a point. For a while they were just beating around the bush. "We don't know?" They both said in unison.

"Right, well one of you is gonna have to make clear how it is you're planning to keep Sam out of trouble, because turning Freddie into a girl isn't really making all that much sense to me." Spencer reasoned. He folded his arms behind his head

"We think the best way to keep Sam out of trouble is to send someone to act as her conscience." Carly answered. She swayed back and forth on her heels. "She can't do it alone Spencer. She needs someone to tell her the difference between right and wrong."

"I hacked into the Campsite's database and added me and Gibby to the listing file." Freddie added. "So it's not likely that we will get caught."

"Why don't you just go Carly?" Spencer narrowed his eyes.

"And ruin my permanent record. I think not!" She defended. "Also, the girls there are extremely hostile. I could loose an arm!" She freaked.

"Why does Gibby need to go?" Spencer continued with the questions. He was already feeling skeptical, and both Carly and Freddie knew it.

"There's no way I'd do something like this alone." Freddie scoffed. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"I don't know Kiddo." Spencer said, nudging Carly's side. "This doesn't sound like a smart idea to me. So many things could go wrong, and I- I'm gonna have to say no to this plan. Sam's a big girl now. She needs to learn how to start making better choices."

"She won't learn at that Camp Spencer. If anything she'll get worse."

"Sam adapts to her surroundings. She lives to survive not to change her morals." The dark haired boy commented.

"I'm sorry Carly and Freddie. My answer is no." Spencer replied as he refolded his hands on the table. He really didn't like upsetting his sister and her friends, but sometimes he needed to be a sensible adult.

"Oh Gees." Carly's head dropped towards the floor, making her look depressed and downcast. "So much for our brilliant plan." She walked dramatically over to Freddie and rested her head on his shoulder. "Shoot for plan b." She whispered out of the side of her mouth.

"What a Pity." Freddie immediately responded to Carly's command. He lifted his hands into the air. "But Carly, we must look on the bright side."

"The bright side?" Carly questioned and turned her gaze towards the ceiling.

Spencer felt as if he was beginning to watch some crack-based, soap opera.

"Yes, the bright side." Freddie continued. "With Sam gone, you can now express your individuality."

"My individuality."

"Yes, your individuality."

Spencer watched, memorized by Carly and Freddie's weird and strange performance.

"You can experiment with new things." He said shifting his hands around like a magician.

"Experiement?" Carly mimicked his hand movements

"Yah, experiment." Freddie grinned mischievously. Warning signals immediately went off in Spencer's head. He didn't like where this suspicious and open conversation was headed too.

"Like what Freddie? Please inform me of whatever it is your talking about, because I am confused and do no understand what you are implying." Carly said with wide eyes.

"Boys." Freddie bellowed and made a manly pose.

"Boys." Carly grinned and giggled girlishly.

"Yes, boys like me and well like me and pretty much me."

"You mean all boys." Carly gritted. "Not just you"

"Sure whatever." The nerd scoffed but continued. " You can experiment with boys as well as girls and animals and fruits and inanimate objects. You can try it all since Sam is gone. If you think about it, all Sam did while she was here was distract you from your individuality."

"My individuality."

"Yes, your individuality. And since we are at a very important age in our life, it is important to find out what kind of thing we enjoy spending most of our time with, and what we prefer to…."

"Ok stop, I've had enough of your individuality spiel. My answer is no Carly, and that isn't going to change."

Carly stared at Spencer disbelievingly. "You know that iCarly means everything to me." She took a step towards her brother. Her hands were clenched, cheeks blotching red.

"I know but-"

"So you should know that without Sam our webcast can't go on." She interrupted him, her blood pressure rising. "If there was ever a time I really needed your help Spencer, now would be the time."

Spencer sighed heavily, and used his palms to rub the sides of his head. "Do you truly and honestly believe that Sam is not capable of behaving herself at this camp?" He asked, hating himself for what he was about to agree to.

Freddie shook his head.

"Just think about it Spencer." Carly replied

Spencer stared in to his sister's eyes. she was desperate. Freddie was desperate too, and it was apparent he was lacking his spunk since Sam always kept him on his toes. It was at this moment Spencer realized just how important it was for Sam to be around. Both carly and Freddie would lose themselves if she was gone for a year. "As much as my adult senses are going off and discerning this plan to be a really bad idea, I can see how important it is to you that Sam comes back home next week. I know your passion for iCarly, and without it you really can't express your individuality as you and Freddie, here, so put it."

Freddie and the dark haired girl looked at each other excitedly.

"So does that mean you'll help?" Freddie asked.

"Yah, I guess."

"Thank you so much Spencer!" Carly squealed as she threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him multiple times on the cheek.

"But I have only one condition."

Carly pulled away and stared at him expectantly.

"Never ever talk about your individuality like that ever again." He warned. "I don't like the way you and Freddo refer to it. You make it seem so... perverted." He whispered the last word.

"That's kind of what we were going for." Freddie smirked.

"I don't care; just don't do it again."

"Fine, it's a deal." Carly smiled and pulled Spencer into a hug once again.

The elevator door opened, and Gibby casually walked into the apartment. He was half naked and completely sunburned. "Did I miss anything?" he asked while looking at Carly, Freddie, and Spencer in the kitchen. He peeled at some of the dead skin on his stomach.

"Nope, it definitely wouldn't faze me." Spencer said as he imagined the plumbed boy dressed up like a girl.

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