Thank you to everyone who reviewed! This chapter is kind of a filler, so I will try to get the next chapter up ASAP. I'm sorry I didn't post this one earlier, but my internet was down for most of the day.

Chapter 2: My first web show

As time went on, Carly, Freddie and I grew to be friends. Ew, let me rephrase that before I puke. As time went on, Carly and Freddie became close friends, while Freddie and I accomplished becoming enemies. His constant nerdy comments and ogling at Carly revolted me to say the least, and his reference to me as "It" and disgust for my eating habits led me to hate him. He hates me too, so at least it's a balanced relationship. He's so weak that I constantly pick on him, since he's so easy to beat up. I never really hurt him, because I know Carly would never forgive me for such a thing, plus, my goal is never to return to juvie (yes, I've been there, and not just for a class trip or something) and I don't usually want to seriously injure someone, though I'm sure if he catches me at the wrong moment, that part could change.

Freddie never stopped gawking at Carly, and he even built up the courage to ask her out. Though every time he did, Carly would gently put him down. Sometimes it would get on my nerves, probably because he doesn't realize the idea that rejection doesn't mean "maybe someday" but instead "never gonna happen." But, when it really bothers me, I just blatantly tell him that Carly's never going to go out with him. I mean, please, she's been my best friend for five years, I think I know these things. But, the little dork didn't give up, he persistently asked her out about once a month. It gets quite annoying, I can't pinpoint the exact reason why his determination bothers me so much, but it does. I don't beat him up for uttering such crazy things, but instead resort to stating facts.

Anyway. One day, I posted pictures around the school of Mrs. Briggs' head on a rhinoceros body. Let's just say that she did not find it nearly as amusing as I did. Carly was horrified, but for some reason took the blame for me. The two of us ended up sentenced to judge the talent show auditions. After Carly found out that Spencer used his camera in a squirrel sculpture, she invited Freddie to film the auditions since he likes technology things so much. He, of course, agreed, eager for a chance to see his "beloved" Carly.

The three of us watched the auditions, which were possibly some of the most boring things I've ever seen. The only slightly entertaining part was when some boy who looked like Mrs. Briggs auditioned and Carly and I stared making fun of her pointy boobs. But besides that, it was an absolute waste of time.

I sat down at Carly's computer as she finished cleaning her room. Let's go see if Fredward posted the auditions yet. I clicked on the Shay's "SplashFace" bookmark and went to the page where Freddie supposedly posted the videos. There it is. Ugh, I'm not going to watch them again, way too boring. I was about to go upstairs and ask Carly why she was taking so long to clean up when something caught my eye. Wait, why are Carly and I in the video? I know we were there, but we didn't audition, we shouldn't be on tape! Quickly, I turned back around and pressed play.

"They're just so pointy," Carly said. "Yeah, they look like she shoved ice cream cones down her shirt." I laughed. Oh. My. Gosh.

I stormed out of Carly's apartment, throwing open the door and pounding my fist against the door across the hall. "FREDWARD BENSON, GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" I hollered through the thickness of the door.

A frightened face flashed in front of me as the door was carefully pried open. I grabbed the nervous boy and yanked him through the doorway, dragging him across the hallway, into the Shay's apartment, and throwing him into the chair in front of the computer.

"What do you want, Sam?" He questioned nervously.

"What did you do?" I was furious. I pressed play. I watched as Freddie's features changed from confusion to alarm. He snuck a side-glance at me, but, unfortunately for him, I caught it.

"This is serious chizz!" I was screaming. "Do you understand what will happen to us? No, of course you don't, since you NEVER get in trouble! You just dug my own grave for me, Frednub!"

Suddenly, a smile grew on his face. What an uncaring and ignorant jerk. Can't he see that I'm going to be in serious trouble? "This is no laughing matter!"

"I know, I know. I just had an idea."

"Well, spit it out." My voice was laced with venom and contempt. I couldn't believe what he had done.

"I can just take down the video, and put up the other one. You can even hand-deliver a copy to Mrs. Briggs." Why does he always have to fix things? Why can't he just realize this is all his fault and act guilty?

Freddie scrolled down and read the comments. They were all wonderful. So, people love this. Great, but that doesn't change anything. "People really like this."

"Frednub, I wouldn't care if the President of the United States called and told us how much he loved this video. I don't want to die a slow and painful death, so you MUST delete this NOW!" I felt no sympathy. I don't care if it was an accident, it shouldn't have happened.

"Um…" What is it now? "I can't remove the video yet."

"What do you mean you 'can't remove the video yet?'" Is he joking, because this isn't funny AT ALL!

It turned out that the video couldn't be taken down until the next morning. Freddie did so at the crack of dawn, with a little influence from my constant threats. When we got to school, he handed me a DVD of the auditions, making sure to cut out any comments Carly and I made. But, when we handed the video to Mrs. Briggs, she announced to us that she saw what we did, and as a result, she was banning all of the acts that were somewhat decent. I wanted to punch the lady, but Carly restrained me.

Even though Carly's always such a good girl, she later proclaimed to me that she was furious how adults "rule the world." I agreed with her wholeheartedly, and when she said she wanted to start a web show where we could let out all of our feelings and make fun of whoever we wanted, I was even more enthusiastic. Freddie agreed to be our technical producer. Great, I get to spend more time with Freddie, I thought sarcastically.

Freddie also said we should name the show 'iCarly.' It did sound good, but for some reason it bothered me that Freddie would want to name the show after Carly. Sure, he was in love with her, but I was a star too! But, I conceded since the name did sound good.

For our first show we invited friends and random kids from school to show off their talents. It was a direct attack on Mrs. Briggs' banning of all of the somewhat entertaining acts. Revenge is sweet.

After our Crazy Hat Party, which we threw in honor of our first iCarly episode, Carly, Freddie, and I slumped down on the couch. We'd done it.

"I'm going to bed," Carly announced, wiping away tiredness from her eyes with no luck.

"I'll go to bed too," Freddie got up.

"I guess I should go if nothing's going on here," I followed him to the door. "G'night, Carls."

"Night Sam."

That night, when I returned to my house, I found my mom passed out on our couch with a bowl of chips next to her and the TV on a low hum. I trudged upstairs, dragging my feet behind me. I sleepily got ready for bed. As I was pulling down the covers, I realized something very important. Searching through my bag, I snatched a pencil and hurried over to the wall. I scribbled on My List of Firsts.

September 8, 2008: My first web show

I succumbed to a peaceful sleep, remembering the success of our first iCarly.

A very special thanks to bsloths, who reassured me that it's okay my plot line isn't fully developed yet. I promise that the list will become more important soon, but Sam still needs more things on her lists before that can happen.