I've decided to update this..or to just write one of the what ifs when I feel like it. So I'm doing this one cuz I just saw it sitting there and I got a great idea, so here it be now [: I'll update more when I get bored xD
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3. What if...Freddie acted like Gibby and Gibby acted like Freddie...?
"The show starts in 2 minutes!" Carly pounced around as she stared at her wrist watch in frustration.
"Calm down Carls, I'm sure the nerd will show up in a minute." Just as Sam spoke, the elevator doors opened with a dinging noise and out came Freddie, holding a camera, his shirt all wrinkled and his hair messed up.
"What are you doing here?' Sam asked crossing her arms.
"Gibby couldn't do iCarly tonight because he was going out to dinner with his parents, so he sent me here." He smiled happily as he placed the camera in the tech cart.
"Do you even know anything about tech?" Carly asked approaching him with Sam closed behind.
Freddie chuckled. "No, but he showed me how to work the camera and all that chizz. Now I guess you guys stand there" He pointed to the spot Sam and Carly always stood to do the show. "And I point this at you guys...than I take off my shirt!" Freddie took off his shirt and started running around.
"What the heck? No! Stop running around the- FREDDIE!" Carly yelled in frustration as the boy kept running around the room like a maniac.
Sam sighed. She ran towards him and tackled him to the floor, landing right on him, face to face. "Stop that! We need to start the show, so stop acting like an idiot!" Sam slapped him across the face and stood up, not bothering to help him. Freddie jumped up. "Okay, gosh, rage, rawr." He grabbed the camera and pointed it at the girls.
Sam stared at him in awe. "Uh...ar-aren't you gonna put your shirt back on?" She stuttered, distracted on looking at his abs.
"Is it a rule or something?" Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Not really" Carly rolled her eyes. She glared at Sam who still stared at Freddie. "Sam...Sam...SAM!" Carly shaked the blonde. She blinked a few times and looked at her. "Huh? Oh right, the show" She shaked her head and looked at the camera.
Freddie looked at Gibby's laptop and clicked some buttons. "Okay, so in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...um we're on I guess."
"You don't say the one" Carly said.
"Why?"
"I don't know ask Gibby." Sam rolled her eyes and began talking to the audience. "There were two girls that had a nerd and did a web show called iCarly!" Sam sang to the rhythm of Bingo was his Name O'.
"i-C-A-R-L-Y, and iCarly was they're name, Oh!" Carly finished as they both bowed.
"What goes on viewers?"
"Today, Gibby couldn't make it, so our technical producer..."
"Or, our nerd for the day is Fredward Benson!" Sam exclaimed pressing the cheering button on her remote.
Freddie pointed the camera at himself, "FreddEy!" He smirked.
"Anyway-" Sam turned the camera to herself.
"Random Dancing!" A voice suddenly shouted and the lights began to change color. The two girls began to dance randomly. Freddie put the camera to they're direction on the cart and danced along with them...
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"That was a great show" Carly smiled to her friends as she handed them a bottle of water. She sat on the end of the couch next to Sam.
"Yeah, you were good Freddie." She smiled. "Gibby's kind of boring and such a nub sometimes it makes me want to punch him." Sam punched Freddie in the arm.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Freddie yelled like a girl and rubbed his shoulder.
"Weak" Sam turned her gaze to the TV.
Freddie sat back down next to her.
"Hey guys" Gibby said coming into the room. "How did the show go?" He asked with a smile.
"Pretty good." Carly smiled, jumping up from the couch.
"Yeah, we didn't miss you at all" Sam grinned throwing her bottle to the floor and drinking Freddie's.
Gibby rolled his eyes and smirked. "Why is Freddie shirtless?" He asked pointing to Freddie who was trying to get his bottle of water back, but Sam just shoved him to the ground.
"I don't know. He's so weird" Carly whispered.
"You have no idea. Yesterday we went to the groovy smoothies and he stepped on a table and stripped his shirt off, than he started dancing." Gibby chuckled at the thought. "I would never do that."
Carly chuckled. She turned to Freddie who was putting his shirt back on. "Well, I'm going home. Mom's taking me to a therapist tomorrow morning."
"Why?" Carly asked curiously.
"I don't know, something about shirt issues...later." He snatched the bottle of water from Sam and ran out, cheering in victory.
"Of course he is." Carly sighed and sat down on the couch with Sam and Gibby.