For the record, I do NOT hold the iCarly characters and title hostage in my basement, partly, because I don't have a basement, but more importantly BECAUSE I DON'T OWN THEM!
Chapter 1: Surprise Attack
A group of three friends, two girls and a guy, sat on multi colored bean bag chairs. Yes, yes, this was that famous group of iCarly peoples taking the internet by storm! But let's look deeper… past the goofy smiles, the outrageous bits, and the camera lens. Let's look into their personal lives! Woot!
It was a pretty average day. We shared ideas, Sam shot mine down, Carly made her at least mutter a sarcastic apology, and then we continued on. So you can understand why what happened next caught me COMPLETELY off guard!
Carly offered to bring up some drinks and snacks because Sam was complaining too much. That left us alone… together. I just sat there for a while, trying to come up with something to say. I knew, better than anyone, that one wrong move could set her off. And, since staying quiet might be construed as wrong in that unstable mind of hers, I decided to go the safe track.
"I think we'll get a lot of viewers this week" I stated. Seemed harmless.
"Yuuuup." She said almost mocking me, and showing her boredom.
"You guys are doing a great job." A compliment; might go over even better…
"Uh-huh." Same grumble of monotone.
"And we have a lot of good ideas already" I continued my increasingly dull topic.
"Sure thing" now I knew she was mocking me.
"Maybe we could do the skit were we *Mrmph*!" I was interrupted mid-sentence from lips connecting with mine. I was washed into her kiss. She kissed me more passionately and deeply than I had ever imagined possible. I felt an energy ripple through us like a title wave crashing. Then, about five seconds later, she released me. The shock of it filtered through my veins at rocket speed. My eyes widened and my face heated up. I rubbed my lips together to wake them up again. I slowly turned to the cause of the surprise attack. My eyes refocused from their current fog on her.
Sam just raised one eyebrow like she didn't know what my problem was.
"Shhhhh" she said, holding a finger up to her face. I couldn't help but wonder if she meant 'don't tell anyone I kissed you' or 'I did it just to shut you up'. Either way, I liked it.
Then Carly decided to reenter. She was holding a platter of ice teas for us and assorted lunch meat for Sam.
"Here you go!" she proudly presented it in front of us. Sam scooped up the pile of meat, Carly grabbed her tea and handed me mine.
I was still in a daze from what had just happened. I pulled the glass to my mouth. I took a small sip, the icey coldness sharpening my sense. I chugged the rest down in one gulp, not stopping for breath till I was done. When I finished I stayed looking forward and panted heavily.
"Thirsty?" Carly giggled a little at me. It was a rhetorical question, so she just turned back to Sam to discuss something about their placement for next weeks show. I wasn't sure though, my heart was pumping too loud for me to hear anything else.
I knew what had just happened, DID happen. I wouldn't get this worked up for nothing. But I couldn't help the incredulous doubts from forming. Because, come on, SAM kissing ME? It was ridiculous! My head hurt from trying to put 2 and 2 together. I turned helplessly over to her.
Carly had her back to me and was talking spiritedly to her co-host. Sam listened and tossed in her two cents now and then. And just when I was about to give up I saw her eyes flash over to mine. Locking me in.
Her playful wink made my heart have a spaz-attack.
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