It's me again! I decided to put this into chapters, but I'm not quite sure how to do that yet, so bear with me. It should be easy right?
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly... but I do own a chinchilla named Chinchi... be Jealous... ;-)
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Carly was sitting peacefully on her couch, flipping through the channels on her TV, while her best friend sat next to her. Sam was sitting upside-down, her head where her legs go and her legs where her back should go, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Carly heard a knock at the door and a familiar face walked in.
"Freddie, shhh!" Carly whispered, pointing down to Sam. Carly both knew that if they woke Sam up, especially in the middle of one of her 'field of meat' dreams, Freddie would get hurt in some kind of way and Carly really didn't like seeing Freddie hurt.
The teenage boy took a seat next to Sam, watching her carefully. Carly looked at him with a questioning look, but he just smirked back. Slowly, Freddie started poking Sam in the face and every time he would remove his finger from her face, she would snort.
Carly was trying to stifle her laughs and joined in poking Sam's face with Freddie. This time, Sam started twitching and moaned a little, which made her friends pull their hands away from her.
"I didn't..." Sam's eyes flickered lightly, but she continued to sleep.
Carly laughed to herself as Freddie started 'talking' to Sam, "Yes, Sam, you did."
It was hard to keep her voice quiet, but Carly managed to get after Freddie, "If she wakes up she's gonna kill you!"
Sam jerked quickly to the side and curled herself into the fetal position, "Yeah... I'll kill..."
Freddie smirked and replied, "How? You're locked up!"
Wincing, Sam quickly sat up, finally awaking from her dream. Seeing danger approaching, Carly dashed off to her kitchen to get some Wahoo Punch. Freddie's brown eyes widened at the sight of Sam awake and he started getting up off the couch slowly.
"BENSON!" Sam yelled as she jumped off the couch and tackled the rather afraid brunette boy.
Sighing, Carly got into the drawer in the kitchen and found the air-horn that has found a home there. Wahoo Punch in one hand and the air-horn in the other, Carly walked over to her wrestling friends and was prepared to set it off when a shocking sight greeted her.
Instead of Freddie being punched and pummeled by Sam's fist, Freddie had pinned Sam to the floor and he was on top of her. Looking helplessly at Carly and Sam squirming underneath him, he asked, "Can you please help me?"
Freddie released his grip after Carly had set down her punch and the air-horn. Sam tried to tackle Freddie once more, but Carly held her back.
Sam, knowing Carly wasn't strong enough to hold her back for long, yanked her arms out of Carly's grasp and started chasing Freddie around the Shay apartment. Carly then started chasing Sam, but to no avail so she yelled, "SPENCER! I need some help out here!"
Screaming and running into the living room, Spencer held a statue of a monkey in his hands, "What's wrong!"
"Sam and Freddie," Carly shrugged and pushed her brother in the direction of her friends.
"Oh," Spencer set the monkey on the couch and, as Sam ran to catch Freddie, Spencer picked her up and set her down on the couch next to his monkey.
"Aw, come on, Spence! I was just about to get him!" Sam started getting up from the couch again, but Spencer grabbed her head and pushed her to sit back down, "Yes, I know, Sam."
Grabbing his monkey and petting it's head softly Spencer backed up to his room, "Now, you children play nice."
"Meh!" Sam yelled crossing her arms.
"Meh!" Spencer yelled back sticking his tongue out at her.
"Meh?" Carly asked as she sat on the couch next to her best friend.
"It's a word!" Sam defended herself and rested her back on Carly.
Freddie remained in the kitchen, holding a spatula and a frying pan just in case Sam decided to come after him again.
"Freddie, I don't think Sam's gonna hurt you," Carly looked sternly at Sam, "Right?"
Sam glared at her friend who was now giver her puppy-dog eyes, Sam sighed and unfolded her arms, "Yeah, whatever."
"Good!" Carly sat up happily and gestured for Freddie to sit next to her.
Hesitantly, Freddie put the frying pan down, and walked over to the couch. Sam rolled her eyes and sneered, "You don't need the spatula, dipthong! I'm too hungry to hurt anyone right now._
Carly smiled to herself as she started flipping through the channels of her TV again.
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"I've got it!" Sam slapped her hands together and stopped pacing around the room as she had come up with an idea for an iCarly segment.
"Does it have anything to do with me being brutally tortured?" Freddie rested his head on his hand, looking tired.
"Not... brutally..." Sam hesitated, plopping into a beanbag next to Carly.
Carly smiled and nudged Sam, "What is it?"
"Remember that 'dream reader' thing that Spencer made a few months ago?" Sam asked, taking a sip of her cream soda.
"Yeah, but we don't know if it works or not,"Carly swept a piece of hair that was stuck on her eyelash out of her face.
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Freddie asked wiping off his camera's lens.
"Spencer made this machine thing that he claimed could project people's dreams from their heads so everyone could see them," Carly gestured to...something...and continued, "But I really doubt it works."
"We could give it a shot," Freddie shrugged looking at a small scratch on the side of his camera.
"Thank you, Fredoodle!" Sam looked at Freddie then Carly, "Mamma is never wrong."
Even though Carly knew very well that Sam's usually wrong, she gave in. It was two against one after all.
"Fine! We can get Gibby to test it out!" Carly got up off her beanbag which Freddie immediately took.
"What? Why?" Sam and Freddie said in sync, then glared at each other.
"What do you mean? I thought you guys wanted to test it out!" Carly walked closer to the elevator.
"I wanted to test it out!" Sam sat up and followed Carly, cream soda in hand.
"Oh, ho, ho, no," Freddie put got up and put his camera back on it's stand, "I'm gonna test it out."
"You wish, Fredachini!" Sam shoved Freddie into his cart and a few cables fell, "Oop, my bad."
Freddie glared at Sam as Carly rapidly pressed the elevator button which was incredibly slow that day.
It had begun, sooner than Carly thought, but it had begun. She cringed as her friends started calling each other names and making fun of each other's family. When the elevator arrived at the third floor, Carly waltzed in, followed by the arguing duo.
Upon arriving at the living room, the teens were greeted by Spencer and 4 monkey statues, "Hola childlings! What goes on?"
Sam and Freddie didn't even bother to stop arguing and wandered into the kitchen while Carly leaned on the counter, "The usual," Carly pointed to Sam opening the fridge and Freddie saying something vicious back to what Sam had previously said, "But, we wanted to know if we could try out that 'dream reader' thing that you made a few months ago. We were gonna use it as an iCarly bit. Is it safe?"
"It mighty sure is safe my little sister!" Spencer got up from his circle of porcelain monkeys and messed up Carly's hair.
"Cool," Carly tried to re-adjust her hair, "Can we test it out tonight?"
"Does that mean Sam and Freddie are gonna stay the night here?" Spencer pointed at Sam slapping Freddie with a piece of ham.
"Uh-huh"
"Does that also mean popcorn?"
"Uh-huh"
"And rootbeer?"
"Uh-huh"
"I'm in!" Spencer threw his arms up in victory.
Carly giggled and reached for Sam's hair, who was now standing next to her and arguing with Freddie, and yanked it.
"Ow! Hair!" Sam rubbed her head and asked her friend, "What the chiz was that for?"
"Spencer said we could try out his dream machine!" Carly high-fived Freddie, then Sam, "And we all get to try it out!"
"Okay, but that doesn't settle who goes first," Sam bit into the sliced ham in her hand.
"Whoever falls asleep first gets to go first," Carly suggested and everyone nodded in agreement.
"Now!" Spencer walked over to his circle of monkeys, "Who wants to meet my monkeys?"
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Howdya like it so far? Like it? Don't? Think it's not them? Tell me what you think! R&R! (No flames... they buuuuurrrn!) :P