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Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, though it is a dream.
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Chapter 4
Freddie's POV
"Hey, Dorkface." Sam greeted me as I walked into the Shay's apartment.
"Puckett." I replied, smirking. I saw Carly in her kitchen. "Hey Carly" I called, sitting down beside Sam on the couch.
"Ahh! H-hey, Fr-Freddie." Carly stammered, her dark eyes darting back and forth between me and Sam faster than a snake flicking its tongue. Ever since she found out how I felt about Sam she was always really jumpy around us, but only both of us. I could be having a conversation with her about something, and she'd be fine, then Sam would show up and she'd go insane.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Sam."What'cha watchin'?" I asked in a slightly sing song voice.
Sam rolled her eyes, but she did smile. "Celebrities underwater." She answered.
"Ohh, who's on?"
"David Schwimmer "
"Oh I love this one! Even though it's sad there can't ever be a Friends reunion"
Sam chuckled."Yeah…"
"Hey, g-guys?"
"Yeah?" Sam and I said unanimously. This had started awhile ago. At first it freaked both of us out, and we got into fights about how we needed to stop doing it, and who was the one to blame. Now it happened so often that it didn't even phase us. Carly however, flinched at it.
"Umm… you guys know how we've been doing iCarly for awhile?"
"Yeah, why?" I said.
She closed her eyes. It seemed to make it easier for her to talk. "Do you realize that next week is our 200th show?"
"What? Seriously?" Again, we said it simultaneously. Again, Carly flinched.
"Yeah, so I was thinking, maybe we should have like, a party to celebrate."
"When?" I asked getting up to start making the evite's on Carly's computer.
"Umm, I don't know. Sam, should we have it before or after the webcast?"
"Probably after." She answered. Coming to stand behind me."I mean, what if something goes wrong and we can't do it? Then we've celebrated for nothing."
"She's got a point." I agreed. "How long you think?"
"Till people wanna leave."
"Okay, so, let's say from 7:50 till whenever, so it kinda starts at the end of the webcast. Any kind of theme?"
"How 'bout hats?" Sam suggested. "That's how we celebrated the first webcast; why not celebrate the 200th the same way?"
"Good idea." Minutes later the e-vite was done and had been sent to everyone.
Sam and I went back to sitting on the couch while Carly sat at the computer."Hey, did you ask Spencer if it's ok?"
"C'mon, Freddie, it's Spencer. He'll be fine with it."
The door suddenly banged open, and Spencer walked in. "Hey webians, what goes on?"
"Nothing much. Talking' 'bout the 200th iCarly show. Planning' a party for it. You?" Called Carly cheerfully from her perch in front of the computer. She seemed to be less jumpy when Spencer was around.
"Party, huh? Theme?"
"Hats!" I answered.
"Coolio. I'll be in my room, now I gotta get a hat from Socko's friend."
"Wait, what's his name?" I had to know.
"Rob-"
"Wow, that's actually not related to-"
"-Hatford"
"Of course." We all rolled our eyes. Spencer backed into his room in a weird dance move and left us alone again.
"So what are we gonna do for our 200th?" I asked, opening a notes app on my PearPod.
"We could ask our fans." Sam suggested turning toward me.
"Yeah, but then it wouldn't be a surprise." I countered.
"So?"
"So, it would be like asking someone to plan their own surprise party."
"Can we talk about this later, guys?" Carly asked. "It's getting kinda late and I wanna go to bed." She yawned theatrically.
"Fine." Sam and I both got up and left. "Bye Carls." We called just as the door closed in our faces.
"Hey, Freddie?" I had my hand on the doorknob.
"Yeah, Sam?"
"I…I wonder if she knows it's only 8 o'clock."
"I don't think so." I smiled.
"So, uh, did you invite Rona?"
For a second I was confused. "Huh?Oh, um, she's coming. It wouldn't be the same without her." Again I smiled. She smirked back.
She turned to walk down the hall to the main elevator. "Hey. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." She said, smiling.
Sam's POV
The night before our 200th and the party I fell asleep holding the giant bacon shaped pillow Freddie gave me last year for Christmas. I loved it.
(A/N SAM Conscience)
You love it, or him?
I groaned. Again with the voice.
It.
Him.
Shut up, voice.
You know it's true.
I don't want to think about this. I want to go to sleep so I don't screw up tomorrow's iCarly.
Yes, that might disappoint Freddie.
"Shut up!" I screamed.
"No, you shut up!" I heard my mom scream from the living room. "And get a job!"
I opened my mouth to scream back but I heard her grumble "Stupid lazy cat."
I closed my eyes and started to count backwards from one hundred.
One hundred.
Freddie.
Ninety nine.
Freddie.
Ninety eight.
Freddie.
Ninety seven.
Freddie.
It kept going like that until the 3rd round, at about 8. That was when I finally fell asleep.
The next day we did our webcast, which was amazing, and we ended it with a nice big confetti blast Freddie hooked up. Then I hit the Random Dancing button and everyone we had invited came in and started dancing.
"Till, next time, remember, cabbages are people too, "I said
"Radishes hate cheese," That was Carly
"And you can't clean a poodle with Pledge." That was Freddie.
"Bye everybody"
"Thanks for watching."
"And we're clear!" Freddie said for the 200th time. Literally.
Freddie POV
"Great show you guys. I'll be right back, I'm gonna see what hat Spencer got." She herself was wearing the same Blue sparkly cowboy hat she wore for the 1st iCarly party. I wore the coonskin cap, and Sam was wearing the red fuzzy monster hat.
"Kay."
I walked off to the elevator to go downstairs to get some punch, and I had no idea Sam was following me until the doors closed. "So," she said. "I haven't seen Rona Berger here."
"Yeah? I have."
"Really?" she sounded confused. The doors opened and we walked out, going two separate ways. I went and sat down in the kitchen, while she went off to… I don't even know what. I sat, wondering if Sam knew or if she honestly thought I liked Rona Berger. It was hard to tell sometimes. I wasn't sure if she was doing the same thing, but when I said Rona, I meant Sam. Not that I could actually tell her that, even if she felt the same she'd probably break my arm.
(A/N FREDDIE CONSCIENCE and BTW, this is different than Sam's)
But, a little voice in my head said maybe you should take that chance. You never know how she'll react until you do it.
Yeah, maybe, but what if-
No more what ifs. Go try. If you try she won't be a what if, she'll be a yes or no.
Yeah, you've got a point.
OK then, now go.
"I'm going!" I said aloud, and Gibby gave me a strange look.
I ran off in the direction Sam had gone going around the counter rather than past the elevator. On the way I passed Spencer, dancing strangely in a hat shaped like a giant bottle. "Hey Spence, "I called over the music "have you seen Sam?"
"Yeah, she's over by the elevator" he pointed.
"Thanks." I ran over to her, catching her arm just before she got on.
"Hey, Rona." I said as she turned around. "Wanna dance?"