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Day 59 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Radio
Sam POV
Things were relatively normal up until yesterday. Carly, Freddie, Gibby and I were all sitting in Carly's bedroom listening to her radio (our favourite radio DJ, Greg, was playing the best music) and we were occupying ourselves with either a phone, laptop, Pearpad or, in my case, food.
"Hey, Sam, turn the radio up a bit, I love this song," Carly's voice called to me from her couch.
"Sure thing, Carlotta," I said, reaching over and turning up the radio.
The song that was playing was almost finished and so was my stock of meat. Freddie and Gibby were talking about who was singing the song that was just on but I was listening closely to the radio.
"And here we are with the one and only stars of the best comedy webshow on the internet. Please welcome, iCarly!"
"WAIT, GUYS SHUT UP!" I shouted to Freddie and Gibby who were bickering about whether it was Rihanna or some other artist.
"What?" Carly asked.
"Listen!" I said quickly and they all turned towards the radio, listening intently.
"Hey iCarly people, thanks for coming to be on the show," Greg said.
"Thanks for having us," a voice that sounded a little like Carly's, but with a weird nasal problem, said.
"Wow, you sound a bit...different in real life," Greg said, laughing.
"Yeah, well, the internet can change your voice," said a guy's voice that was sounded horribly familiar.
This chiz was not right.
"Yeah," Greg said, "so you've become really successful over the past 5 years of having a webshow. Who would you say inspires you to carry on doing your webshows?"
"Definitely not the fans. We wouldn't thank the fans for any of our success. Because we're all stuck up and annoying we so could've become famous without any of their help, not like they all helped much anyway," said another girls voice which I didn't recognise.
"Yeah, our fans are the worst and we wouldn't care right this second if they stopped supporting us full stop and never watched our show again. We're only here for the publicity and the money," said the nasal voice.
"A-alright then...moving on..." Greg said awkwardly. "Well, what makes you guys just so funny?" Greg asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"We're not," said the boy's voice. "It's just our fans are so stupid and think that we're hilarious when we stole all of our jokes from the Dingo Channel."
Freddie, Gibby, Carly and I were all staring at each other with our mouths hanging open in shock. No one spoke because we were still listening and we were all too shocked to speak.
"Well then, that's all we have time for with the iCarly gang. Keep listening for new music right after this commercial break," Greg said quickly to get them off the air.
"Bye everyone, don't forget to hate us now that we're famous!" the girls voice that I didn't recognise, said.
I got up and turned the radio off with enough force that I knocked it off of the shelf it was standing on.
"What the heck was that?!" I asked, fuming.
"They're pretending to be us!" Carly said standing up and coming to stand beside me.
"This cannot be happening! Whoever those people are, they just turned our fan base against us! Who knows what they're saying on our site!" Freddie said, standing up and tugging on the end of this shirt to sort it out.
"Does anyone know why they call blue cheese, blue cheese, 'cause it's not even blue," said Gibby, interrupting our rants.
"Gibby!" Carly warned.
"What are we gonna do?!" Freddie said frantically, looking at me. Why was he looking at me for an answer?
"Erm..." Was I really the one to come up with an idea? "I've got it!" I said after a minute of thinking. "We need to go down to that radio station and find out what those freaks look like!"
"What, right now?" Carly asked.
"Yeah! The sooner we find out who they are – they're probably people we know – the sooner we can get revenge," I said with an evil glint in my eye.
"Come on, I'll get Spencer to drive us," Carly said. "I can't believe they said we stole jokes from the Dingo Channel! They were stealing from us!"
"Come on," I said. "If we're lucky we'll get there within the hour."
Carly, Freddie and Gibby all nodded at me and we all ran out of Carly's bedroom. Carly found Spencer and he agreed to drive us to the radio station which was over an hour away. The journey in his car wasn't the best because we all had to squeeze into the back whilst Carly sat in the front with Spencer giving him directions. Being wedged in between Gibby and Freddie really wasn't as funny as you would think. One, because Gibby was double the size of me so he took up most of the room, and two, because Freddie was next to me and it didn't help that my heart was hammering all of the time as I was squished right up against him.
"Gibby can you move over a little?!" I asked him.
"Yeah, seriously, Gib. If I get moved anymore towards the door I'll be out of that door and rolling down the street," said Freddie.
"Yeah, and taking me with you," I said.
"Sorry guys, but I need my leg room," Gibby replied, stretching out a little more so that the side of my face was on Freddie's shoulder. My cheeks were burning and I was scared that Freddie would suddenly feel a warm spot where my face was on his shoulder.
Eventually the dreadful car journey ended and we reached our destination. We all got out of the car and me and Freddie were stretching and breathing as much as we could from relief that we were out of the car. Why Spencer bought a car with zero space between the people I was not sure.
The lobby of the radio station was empty apart from one desk where a receptionist sat, typing away on a computer. She looked up when she heard us all entering the building.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a bored voice, not even looking at us.
"Yeah, we need to see Greg," Carly said.
"Are you being interviewed?" she asked, still not looking.
"We're the real iCarly people," said Freddie, stepping forward a little.
"Fifth floor," she said, still not looking. It didn't sound like she even listened to what Freddie just said. We all shrugged and went got in the elevator that was to the left of the receptionist's desk.
"She sounds like she was having fun," Spencer said as he pressed the button for the fifth floor.
"Yep," I said as the doors closed.
The doors opened again for floors later and we all walked out, spotting Greg walking past the elevators. We all ran out and went after him.
"Hey, Greg!" I said as we ran.
He looked round at the sound of his name being called and stopped.
"Can I help you?" he said.
"Yeah, we're the kids from iCarly," Freddie piped up.
"I just had them on my show an hour ago," he said, giving us strange looks.
"Yeah, you interviewed some phonies, not us," said Carly.
"I'm sorry guys, but those were the real iCarly people," Greg said starting to walk away.
"No wait! They weren't! Those freaks, whoever they were, were pretending to be us! Couldn't you hear the voice difference?!" I said.
"And they probably didn't even look like us!" Freddie said.
"Yeah, and they were saying horrible stuff about ourselves! Why would we do that?!" Carly said, getting whipped up.
"True..." Greg said slowly. I used to like him before he started to be all stupid like this. "But how do I know that you're the real iCarly's?"
Urgh, he was starting to get on my chiz. "Dude, if you don't stop acting like an idiot and believe us I will personally shove your radio microphone up your—"
I was cut off by Freddie putting his hand over my mouth so I couldn't finish off my sentence.
"Do you want us to upset our favourite DJ?!" Freddie whispered to me. I licked his hand but he wouldn't let go. "Licking my hand will not let me release you," he warned. "Now, be quiet and let the more tamed people do the talking." He let go of my mouth and I shot him a dirty look which he replied with the same warning look that made my stomach flip for an unknown reasons. As much as I wanted to keep threatening Greg, I stood where I was standing and was silent.
"Okay, I think I believe you now," Greg said, taking half a step back away from me.
"Good, so do you remember what they looked like?" Carly asked Greg.
"I did ask them to take a picture with me but they seemed very reluctant to and said they need to go straight after the interview, but what I did do was take a picture of them when they weren't looking," Greg explained.
"Did you get their faces?" I asked. Freddie gave me a look, I replied with an apologetic one.
"Yeah," Greg said.
"Then what're you waiting for? Show us!" I said, getting agitated.
Greg looked at me with a scared expression and quickly hurried over to his studio and beckoned us to follow him with his hand. We all crowded in there as he got a camera out from a draw under his desk.
"Here you go," he said showing us the picture. We all gathered around the picture and all gasped.
Standing together in a kind of half huddle was none other than our three worst enemies. Nevel dressed in a Freddie-ish way, Missy dressed with a brown wig that was the same length as Carly's hair and Valerie with a blonde wig that was curly. I'd never been so disgusted in my life at Valerie even daring to dress like me.
We all gasped and looked at each other.
"Nevel," Freddie said.
"Missy," Carly breathed.
"Valerie," I said.
"Gibby," Spencer said, looking at Gibby.
"Spencer!" Gibby said looking at Spencer.
Carly glared at them and they both slouched over and hung their heads like kids who were caught doing something wrong.
"I can't believe it!" Carly exclaimed.
"I know! I thought I recognised their voices!" I said, anger reaching boiling point.
"Those little skunk sacks, and the queen herself is in with them!" Freddie said talking about his first girlfriend, Valerie.
"Bag," I said correcting him.
"Right," he said.
"Greg, do you know where they were staying or whatever?" Carly asked him.
"Yeah, the radio station provides them with a hotel to stay in," he said simply.
"Great! Where is it?" asked Freddie.
"Just ten minutes away," he said. "The receptionist on the first floor will tell you where it is."
"Thanks Greg!" we all said as we rushed out of studio and ran for the elevator.
We all scrambled in and got to the first floor, running out and going up to the receptionist. She told us where the hotel they were staying at was and we all rushed out into the car to get there. I was once again squashed in between Freddie and Gibby with my face pressed against Freddie's shoulder again.
I couldn't believe that Valerie, of all people, would team up with Nevel and Missy to get to us. I guessed that she still wanted to have the hottest show on the web, even after five years. Nevel wanting to destroy us was nothing new but why would he team up with two of our over rivals?! Especially Missy who has always been out to get me since the very first time we met. How did they even meet?
At last we reached the hotel they were staying at and we all scrambled out. Freddie got out first on Spencer's side and Gibby got out of Carly's. I decided to follow Freddie out of the car, but because the car was small I tripped as I tried to get out. I gasped as a pair of hands caught me instead of me hitting the floor but what really hit me was an electric shock that travelled through the whole of me. I looked up and saw Freddie pulling me to my feet a little, keeping his hands on the top of my arms.
"You alright?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes, now let go of me, we're on a mission," I said, covering up the small amount of shock that was still flowing through me.
"Right," he said, and let go but still his touch lingered. I shook it off and walked with the dignity that I still had from falling out of a car.
Together we all ran into the hotel lobby and ran to the front desk. Carly got there first.
"Is there a Missy, Nevel and Valerie staying here?" she asked.
The man at the front desk looked at us with a strange look. He checked the computer in front of him and shook his head.
"No, I'm sorry, there are none of those people staying here," he said as if we were mentally ill.
Freddie, who was standing next to me, pulled Carly back to where we were standing and whispered, "If they were booked this hotel by the radio station then they would be using our names."
Carly nodded and walked back over to the desk.
"I meant..." she said slowly. "Is there a Carly, Sam and Freddie staying here?"
The man looked at us weirdly again but tapped on his computer in front of him.
"Yes," he said. "They're from iCarly! Me and my kids love that webshow." He looked up dreamily.
"Great, now can you tell us what rooms they're in?" I said impatiently.
"Oh, no, I can't do that. If you wish to see them you are going to have to get rooms here. Hotel policy," he said.
"Urgh!" I groaned and looked at Spencer. Carly was also looking at Spencer. Within a few seconds we were all staring at him. He knew what he were thinking when we all looked at him and he gave us a stern look.
"I know you're all upset about those guys framing you, but we can't just drop everything and stay here for the night. Plus, Full House is having a marathon on TV tonight and I do not wanna miss that!"
"Spencer!" Freddie moaned.
"Please Spencer; it's Nevel we're talking about!" Carly said.
"And Missy!" said Freddie.
"And Valerie!" I said.
Spencer each gave us another look and turned to Gibby who shrugged and said "don't look at me!" and walked over to the vending machine that was next to the hotel doors.
"Okay fine!" said Spencer, finally giving in.
He walked over the desk and asked for three rooms.
"Now tell us where Carly, Sam and Freddie are!" I asked.
"Nope, customer policy number two: we can't give away where anyone is staying," he told us.
"So you just conned us?!"
"Yup," he said counting our money. "Have a nice day." The guy behind the desk walked away into the back room.
"Hey guys, did you know there was a new chocolate bar with nougat?" Gibby asked us walking over to us inspecting the chocolate bar in his hand.
We all ignored him and started towards the elevators that would take us to rooms.
"Right, we need a plan," said Carly.
"Yep," I said.
"I've got it!" Freddie piped up.
"Well tell us," I said.
Carly pushed on the elevator button to call it down to the lobby of the hotel. It said that it was on level six.
"Carly, Spencer and Gibby look on floors one to three. Sam and I will look from four to six," he said. Goosebumps rose on my arms when he said that we should look together.
"Okay," agreed Carly. "How will we stay in touch?"
"Just text each other when we find the room," I suggested.
"Good idea. Okay, let's go," Freddie said.
"See you guys soon," Carly said. Spencer, Carly and Gibby got on the elevator as we called ours down.
The elevator finally came and we got inside. We were alone in the elevator and Freddie pressed the button for the fourth floor. It was when we got to the third floor that one of us finally spoke.
"So when we get to the next floor what's the plan?" I asked him.
"I was thinking maybe we could knock on doors and see if they're in any of the rooms on each floor," he said.
"Good, that gives me a reason to use this," I reached into my bag and pulled out a sock that was full of butter.
"You brought the buttersock?" he asked. It sounded like he was in awe.
"Yup," I said simply. "Of course I did. These people need a good smack round the face. Especially Nevel and Missy...and Valerie."
"So all of them?" he asked me, stepping out of the elevator.
"Yep." I smiled and stepped out the elevator after him.
"Right, focus now, Puckett, we need to act as if we're just normal people," he told me.
"Yeah, like you could ever act normal," I retorted.
"Sam," he said in the same warning voice that he has used for five years.
"Freddie," I said in the same way.
He laughed at me and proceeded to the first door.
"Wait, shouldn't we actually play it like Knock Down Ginger?" I suggested.
"What is that?" Freddie asked, looking at me with narrowed eyes.
"It's a British game. You knock on the door and run away before they can answer it," I shrugged.
"Why ginger?" He looked confused, and that was strangely cute.
"I dunno! Some people call it that. It's to do with a rhyme or something."
"But how do you know about that game?" Even more questions?
"My mom likes British guys who have kids who play those games..." I explained.
"You know, I really shouldn't ask," he said and I laughed. "Fine, let's play knock on ginger."
"Knock down ginger," I corrected him.
"Right," he chuckled. "Let's go."
Both of us walked up to the first door in the hall of rooms and knocked on the first door. As soon as we knocked we ran away and hid behind a large potted plant. The person staying in that room came out and it wasn't Nevel, Valerie or Missy.
It continued like that for the three floors until Freddie's phone rang.
"Who is it?" I asked as he glanced at his caller ID.
"It's Carly!" he said quickly and answered. "What's up Carly?" Freddie's face was in full concentration when he listened.
"Okay, we'll be down in a minute!" Freddie hung up the phone and turned to me.
"They're on the second floor!" he told me.
"Okay!" I said and we set off to the elevators.
When we got to the second floor, Gibby was standing by the open door of one of the hotel rooms.
"They in there?" asked Freddie.
"Yup, I'm, keeping watch," Gibby said, holding his head high.
Freddie and I went into the apartment to see Nevel and Missy sitting on the bed in the middle of the room, being supervised by Carly and Spencer was supervising Valerie who was sitting on a chair. In her hand was a blonde wig that was curly.
"Well well well," I began, "Look what we have here." All three of them cringed back as soon as I spoke. I could tell that they were all scared of me and Freddie knew this too because of how he stood crossed armed next to me with a slight grin on his face.
"You didn't think we weren't going to catch you, did you?" Carly asked them.
Each of them gave us all death glares as we stood in front of them all.
"Oh we knew you'd catch us, but we didn't think it would take you this long," said Missy in her annoying, cocky voice.
"Oh cram it, Missy," I told her stepping forward with my buttersock.
She cringed back from my step forward and my swinging buttersock.
"Now tell us why you tried to ruin iCarly...again," Freddie said looking at Nevel.
"Because of what Spencer did to me at your Halfoween party!" Nevel said glaring at Spencer.
"And for not letting me get rid of Sam!" Missy said.
Freddie looked at her with an expression that looked like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made my stomach flip over and then start filling with butterflies. Dang it, I'm not supposed to be getting this normal!
"How was your cruise, by the way?" Freddie said looking at her with cold eyes.
She touched her stomach absentmindedly and her face went slightly green. She shook her head then sunk back even more.
"So how did you actually get together?" Carly asked.
"I posted an ad on 'Get Revenge on iCarly dot com'," said Nevel.
"You made a site called 'Get Revenge on iCarly dot com'?" asked Carly.
"Well yeah, how else was he going to find us?" said Valerie.
Spencer, Carly, Freddie and I all exchanged looks. Gibby was still standing by the door so we couldn't look at him, too.
"If you knew we were going to catch you, how did you think you would be able to get away?" asked Freddie.
"Like this," said Missy. "NOW!"
Missy, Nevel and Valerie all started to charge at us. Nevel managed to drag Carly to the floor, Valerie was able to catch hold of Spencer and Missy was about the feel the wrath of my buttersock.
I swung the buttersock at Nevel and it knocked him down beside Carly.
"Gibby come help!" I called to him.
Gibby set himself up ready to charge at Missy who was about the get me.
"GIBBEH!" Gibby said and charged at Missy knocking her down.
"Nice one, Gib!" I praised him.
Valerie was already nearly running out of the room but Freddie grabbed her and pinned her arms around her back.
"Sam!" he called out to me. I turned around at the sound of my name and went over to them. I got my buttersock and thwacked it around Valerie's head. She fell to the floor still conscious but too hurt and defeated to move.
"Well done Sam," Freddie praised me.
"You too, Benson," I smiled and we high fived. When we our hands connected we both held our hands there. I don't want this is sound really cheesy but it felt like everything just stopped and all that was there was Freddie and his brown eyes that I used to spend hours looking at.
I heard a girly cough in the background that sounded like Carly. I dropped my hand to the side and looked at her.
"So what're we going to do with this lot?" I asked, nudging Valerie with my foot. Nevel was still lying on the floor, Missy was on the floor, too wreaked to move and Valerie was lying next to where me and Freddie were standing.
"I think they've learnt their lesson," Carly said.
I put my head closer to Valerie and said, "Are you ever going to try and destroy iCarly again?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Good. Tell Nevel when he wakes up," I said and started to walk out of the room. The other followed behind me and Gibby shut the door behind us.
"Now what do we do?" Gibby asked.
"Stay here, I guess," said Carly.
"Awesome," Spencer said, "I love staying in hotels! I wanna keep the free stuff."
We all laughed at him and we proceeded to our rooms.
Carly and I were in one room, Freddie and Gibby in the one opposite and Spencer in the one next to Freddie and Gibby.
"Well this has been a fun day," I said as me and Carly finished getting ready for bed. She was brushing her teeth in the bathroom and I was tying my hair up in the main room.
"Yep," she said walking into the room and sitting on her bed. "Can I ask you something?" she asked.
"Yeah..." I said cautiously, not really sure what she was going to ask.
"Do you still have feelings for Freddie?" she asked me.
That kind of caught me off guard but I knew she was going to ask me at some point.
I sighed and sat down on my bed. "Why you ask?"
"Oh come on, I saw you guys all locked in the moment when you high fived," she said, nudging me with her foot.
I sighed again and said, "It's...I don't know."
"What don't you know?"
"If he likes me." It sounded more like a question.
"Seriously Sam? Have you seen him looking at you?"
"No, why, how does he look at me?" I said, looking at her with narrowed eyes. I was actually really interested.
"Like he's lost something that he's almost given up on," she told me.
"Given up on?" I asked a little confused.
"Like he's not sure if you'll ever go back to him," she said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes! Now go and talk to him!" she said standing up.
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes, now!" She walked over to me and pulled me to my feet. She pushed me to the door and opened it for me.
"But what do I say?!" I asked frantically.
"Just say how you feel," she said simply. She shut the door and I was standing in the hall way alone in the middle of the night. I only had one way to go and it wasn't back into the hotel room that Carly would just shove me out again.
I knocked on the door of the room in front of me. Please be asleep, please be asleep, please be asleep.
Gibby opened the door and looked surprised to see me.
"Hey Sam," he said my name louder than he needed to. "Whatcha doing here?"
"Oh hey Gib, can I talk to Freddie?" I said, my voice sounding weaker than I wanted it to be.
"Yeah, sure," he walked back into the room and Freddie came out into the hallway and shut the door of his apartment behind him.
"What's up?" he asked me.
"Just..." I sighed and tried to think of what to say. "Right, I'm about the say something more normal than I've ever said before and you can't speak until I've finished," I warned him.
"Okay," he said. He looked confused as to what I was going to say, but his eyes were...hopeful.
I sighed again. "I...I love you, okay? I've loved you when we dated last year, I've loved you before we dated and I haven't stopped loving you since I said it to you. I have no idea how you feel but—"
I was cut off by a pair of lips crashing against mine. I lost my train of thought and I forgot how to breathe and I relaxed into the kiss. It was exactly how I remember it to be, but better. It was like a year of not kissing all into one kiss.
"Seriously? Is that going to happen every time we kiss? We kiss right in the middle of someone pouring their heart out?" I asked him.
He laughed and said, "Yep."
We kissed again and when we broke apart two doors either side of us burst open.
"Oh my god! Finally!" Carly and Gibby said at the same time.
Freddie and I laughed at them and linked hands smiling hugely at our best friends.
Love it, hate it? Review and let me know! If the 'Knock Down Ginger' thing confused you, don't worry. Different places call it different things, it just what I've known it as. Hopefully the explanation of the game is clear:P I've never actually played it though, it sounded like fun though. And I hope the Seddie at the end wasn't too disappointing. BUT OH MY GOSH, HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN WATCHING THE NEW iCARLY EPISODES? HOW AMAZING ARE THEY?! THE ONE WITH EMMA STONE IS JUST SO FUNNY AND THERE'S SEDDIE MOMENTS AND OH MY GOSH I NEED TO CALM :P
Anyway, with that fangirling moment over, REVIEW!