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iPity the NevelFreddie
How could Werewolves be better than Vampires? From hearing the Midnight Saga that Carly reads, Vampires are supposed to be the dream boyfriends. Not the werewolves. Evil Gibby. Not to mention he has a girlfriend. Named Tasha! Who is also hot!
Why did he have to take Katrice!
" Evil!" I say then kicking my foot against a pole.
" Ow!" I yell clutching on to my foot.
" Ow the nerd yells as he whimpers in pain." I hear. I turn my head and Sam is standing behind me on the street.
" Why are you out so late?" I ask.
" Your not my mother." Sam spats back at me. I roll my eyes.
" Why are you mad dork?" Sam asks. I let go of my foot.
" Gibby got Katrice." I reply in an annoyed tone.
" Isn't Gibby with Tasha?" Sam asks back.
" Yeah!" I reply.
" That evil cheating little Gibby." Sam says. I chuckle. Sam and I walk some blocks together. We were standing close to one another.
" Do you know why we have this whole thing with vampires verses werewolves?" I ask Sam.
" I blame
I run down the white hallway with my black converse and teal strapless dress. Everyone looks at me as I run. It was like a movie. It felt like I was running in slow motion away from a horrific crime. I come to the waiting room and see Carly and Spencer sitting. I see the depressed look in Carly's eyes. I walk over to them trying not to cause a scene.
"Sorry, I'm late. I got your text while Melanie was dressing me. What happened?" I ask addressing the both of them. Carly's head falls into her open hands and Spencer looks up at me. Spencer stands up and rests his hand on my shoulder and guides me away from Carly. We stand near the window. I cross my arms.
" Freddie got hit by an ice cream truck while walking back from school." Spencer says lightly.
" So is he going to be okay? Must be some bumps and bruises." I say reassuring him as I smile.
" Sam," He says putting his hand back on my shoulder. " He's unconscious." I gulp. Oh my god. He can't be. He just can't be. My arms da
iStart a Fan War EndingSam
Who knew if I told all the fans of iCarly that Carly and Freddie were dating that a 'fan war' would happen. I just wanted someone to faint. Come on! Wouldn't that have been hilarious? Well, it wasn't funny to Adam. Adam left so Carly ran after him. I continue to sip my fat shake. I stand and look at the mess. I watch Freddie get up at his seat and come up to me. He looks pissed.
" Why did you do that Sam?" He asks in an annoyed tone.
" Do what?" I ask back.
" Tell everyone that Carly and I are dating!" He says. I take another sip of the fat shake. I were my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
" Can you please try a sip of this fat shake." I say holding it up in all it's glory. Freddie pulls the fat shake out of my hand and puts it on the table.
" Can you pull you head out of your fat shake for one second. Carly really likes that Adam guy and you just blew her chance for her." Freddie was getting serious. When I heard him say that I start to feel bad. I didn't mean to do tha
I huddle into a cannonball on the couch. The room is darkened and it's the week of halloween meaning by Sam has power over the movies we watch. Sam and Freddie are sitting on the other side of me. I lean towards the arm rest. Sam was smiling and Freddie had the 'unbelievable' look on his face and the sheer stupidity of the movie. It's not stupid, but it's scary enough that I think I am going to pee my pants. The little girl puts her hand towards the door knob.
" Don't open it, don't open it, don't open it." I ramble as the girl turns the door knob. She opens it and the ghost girl pops out behind her and says " Hello Child" before she kills the girl. I scream in terror and then I look over to the front door and dead Ke$ha walks in. Sam and Freddie join in my scream. Ke$ha has a knife and a chain-saw in either one of her hands. She flicks on the switch.
" Hahahahaha! You should've seem your faces." Hazel says.
" Hazel!" I exclaim in an annoying tone standing up.
iTrust You 2Freddie
" Keep on going straight?" Sam asks.
" Yes." I say annoyingly.
" How long have we been going straight for?" Sam asks with her arms sticking out so she could feel her way around. I look down at my watch.
" For twenty-four minutes and counting. We're supposed to switch when we reach the tree with the orange string." I reply.
" Found it." Sam says. I look up from the map and see her fiddling with the orange string as it is tied to the tree branch.
" Okay, my turn." I say going for the blindfold at the back. I put the map under my arm. Our fingers brush against each other, as we go for the back of the blindfold. My fingers pull back quickie but I couldn't deny I felt a spark. Sam takes it off and hands it to me.
" Your turn Benson." Sam says. I put the blindfold on and give Sam the map.
" Keep on going straight Fredface." Sam says.
" I will Puckett." I reply. From there it was another half an hour of " Left", "Right", and " Go straight."
" How much l
C.J. made out with Freddie. These past two days have been more awkward then time I told 7th grade teacher I had the hots for her. Sam keeps flirting with me which I don't mind but, C.J. pops into my head whenever I'm with Sam.
" Parker." Sam says as sits on my bed as I stare at C.J. and Freddie.
" Yes Sam?" I say.
" Are you okay?" She says rubbing my shoulder.
" Doesn't it bother you know much C.J. and Freddie have been hanging around so much."
" Why would I care? Freddie knows it's a one week thing they won't go long distance."
" And well e-mail every single day." C.J. says.
" Yes." Freddie says and they kiss. I feel a stab in my heart.
" You'll be fine." Sam says. C.J. and Freddie start to making out. The wound just grew by five times. Sam puts her arms around my neck.
" Well, *kiss* I can, *kiss* make it better." Sam says kissing me.
" Not tonight." I say. Every single night Sam throws her self on me. We're not going out but we're friends, with benefits. I push
iSpace Out WIFreddie
I watch Carly do her freak out and break the glass jumping out of window to escape.
" And there goes our chances of going into space." I say. The auto extinguishers go off. I jump down after the smoke goes away. I look over to Sam who couldn't believe what just happened and also coughing hard. I pat her back to make her feel better.
" I think the people should be here in a few seconds." I say.
" Good, cause I have to say something." Sam says.
" What is it?" I ask.
" I liked the kiss." Sam says point blankly.
" Me too." I say. Sam runs into my arms and she kisses me. Her arms around my neck and my arms wrapped around her waist. I pull her closer to me and we start to make out. She grips the back of my head. Battling the dominance. I think I was winning by far.
" Status report." The room says. We stop making out.
" One fled the space pod and the other two are making out. Vigorously." The room says. Sam and I chuckle.
iBelieve in Bigfoot WISam
" Hey Freddie." I say walking towards him.
" What?" He asks.
" Can you help me up a tree so I set up my rope trap."
" What if I don't help you?"
" I'll tell the whole school that you didn't really spill apple juice over your pants in the third grade." I say.
" Okay then." Freddie and I head into the woods.
" Do you see any good trees?" Freddie asks.
" That one." I say pointing to it.
" Okay then." Freddie says. I put the rope trap against the tree. I grip on to a brach and Freddie puts his hands on my hips pushing me up. I climb up a brach and motion him to give me the rope. I got it and continued going up the tree. I stopped for a moment cause something felt weird.
" Are you staring at my butt?" I ask Freddie looking down at him. He opens his mouth and doesn't say anything. I raise an eyebrow.
" I'm keeping an eye on you so you don't hurt your self." He says. I just continue climbing. I start to set up the trap when I have to move to a very weak branch.
" Be careful."
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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