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"Come! On! Move!" I hear Carly groan upstairs. I've been hearing loud bangs and yelling going on up there for a while. They have yet to come down since heading up over fifteen minutes ago.
I glance at my watch. 8:25.
Sighing, I turn back to the TV and try to tune out all the cursing and loud crashes(probably Sam throwing things) and just enjoy relaxing on someone else's couch.
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Sam's POV
"Hell no!" I exclaim.
"Sam, come on. It's not that bad."
Carly tries to reason with me.
"Absolutely not. I cannot go down there in this pink nightmare!" I tell her.
"Why not? You care that much about what Freddie thinks of you?" She asks, challenging me.
I bite my lip.
"Noo, but.." I can't think of a way to finish my sentence.
"Exactly."she says. "So get your butt down those stairs and stop breaking everything in my room."
Glancing around, there's a shattered vase laying next to her bed, a goldfish bowl that, thankfully, was empty lying cracked on its side, and a large dent in the wall next to the door from someone punching and kicking the plaster angrily.
Carly grabs my hair and pulls me out the door. I try to resist again and she groans.
"Come! On! Move!" She grunts out, each word accentuating each heaving shove that feels like an any try to push me.
I roll my eyes and, after another minute or two, finally walk begin to walk down the stairs. Carly sighs heavily in relief.
"Announcing Ms. Samantha Puckett's arrival! She wears a shimmering pale pink short satin dress with short puffed sleeves." She yells in her "announcer's voice". I wince. It's bad enough to know I'm wearing this, but it's even worse hearing her repeat it and have to be reminded that I look like a wussy little daffodil.
Freddie is splayed out on the couch in front of the television, his expression bored. He glances over to me with a disinterested look before a wide-eyed shock enters his features and he gives me his full attention.
I roll my eyes and try not to projectile vomit all over the dress. It's that bad. It's difficult to keep it down but, somehow, I manage it.
"Woah," Freddie breathes. I feel my face grow warm and groan under my breath. Why am I blushing so easily these days? It's like my blood is attracted to this boy. I don't understand it. No part of me could ever really be attracted to Freddie, right? That'd be crazy, right?
'Right,' I tell myself.
You paused, the voice in my head mocks me. You do like him!
'No, I just was thinking,' I argue with myself.
Right, the voice says, sure you were. Why'd you have to think about it in the first place?
'Because..because..,' I try to think of an explanation but nothing comes to mind.
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iMakeover (an iCarly Story)
FanfictionThe girls want Freddie to participate in a segment for iCarly that will basically be like a rip off on the show, What Not to Wear. He finally agrees but only if they each have a turn being the one being made over. Sam is pissed, but Carly agrees. Wi...
