The Joke's On You Icarly Novels & Stories

The ring struck the marble with a clean little sound, sharp enough to cut through the laughter. “Wilson,” I said, “we’re done.” His smile faded into annoyance. “Don’t make a thing out of this. It was cake, Viv. I’ll get the dress cleaned. Chloe has pulled way worse stunts, and honestly, she went easy on you tonight.” Chloe lifted both hands, all wounded innocence. “It was a joke. If you didn’t like it, fine, we won’t do it again. Why go straight to breaking up?” Someone at the back snorted. “Told you she couldn’t take a joke.”

“I promise not to burn the house down and forget Jayson inside. Happy?” Mom shot me a look so sharp I could feel it in my bones. “We’re serious, Hailey.” I shrugged, deadpan. “Me too.” “Hailey,” Dad warned again, that tone creeping in—the one that made even Jayson stand up straight. I groaned dramatically. “Okay, okay! I was joking. I’ll take care of that little toad.” Jayson stuck out his tongue at me from behind Mom. I returned the gesture with a smirk and a mental reminder to “accidentally” hide the TV remote later.

Jake finally sat back down. “So what’s the plan?” “There is no plan.” “Bullshit.” “Jake.” “Cole.” I pointed at him. He pointed right back. Marcus looked between us. “This is getting weird.” “No kidding.” Jake ignored us. “You’re not just going to let this go.” “Watch me.” “Okay.” “Okay.” “Then stop looking out the window.” I froze. Slowly. Very slowly. The idiots started smiling. Because apparently my life was a joke. “What?”

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.

Jordan scratched the back of his head. I stared blankly at him - once, twice. Then I burst into fits of laughter. It was so long, I just couldn't stop it. Jordan stood still, his face serious. "What? You think I'm joking?" "I meannnn" It was already weird that I had to go through Mishap curse and now I was dead? What kind of sick joke was that? "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe." He shrugged. "You see, we were shot and then we drowned into the pool and tada, we just appeared here. I think Angel Gabriel is outside but ...."

Jas goes with Annie in the car that Jonas' parents left behind. I sit on a seat in the back as Jordan makes his way to me. "What'cha thinking?" I smile at the refrence to the old cartoon. I don't honestly know what I'm thinking though. I know the cartoon catch phrase was 'what'cha doing?' but the way he said it just sends me into a fit of giggles. All I really can think about is the next moment. It seems like every time I start to think things will work out and are going well, another wrench gets thrown in the plans.

The other two girls giggled, as well, and Riley chuckled. “No,” Cindy snickered. “I’m Cindy.” “Oh, that’s right,” Amy declared. “I forgot. Sorry. Go ahead, Cindy, tell us your joke.” “Okay. What did one casket say to the other casket?” Amy glanced at Riley, but the awareness in his eyes made her look away. “I don’t know,” she said. “What did one casket say to the other casket?” Cindy giggled. “Is that you coffin?” Amy laughed. The joke was funny enough on its own, but the impish look on Cindy’s face was even more amusing, making Amy laugh all the harder. “That’s a good one, Cindy.”

"Well, I must have done something for you to reject me immediately we found out we were mates." "Yeah..about that, I was stupid, and it's one of the reasons why I'm sorry." "You were stupid," I say, and I smack his head. "Awwww.." he says, and rubs his head. Immediately, I smack his head again, but a nut falls on my head. "Awww.." I say and look up. It is a squirrel. "Karma's really a bitch," Jordan states. "Fuck you, karma," I shout, and we both laugh.

After the first five rings, Kyle took my phone from me and switched it off. I was seated on the couch, Kyle beside me. I stared blankly into space as memories of the night replayed in my head. I wish I had never gone to that stupid party. "Wanna hear some good jokes?" Kyle smiled. I shrugged. "What do you call a sleeping bull?" He asked, smirking. "A bull-dozer." I replied bluntly. He pouted. I heard Chris' car pull up in the driveway. It wasn't long before Chris made his appearance in the living room.

Anderson's Smart Watch, which was now used in time manipulation was waiting anxiously to be fastened around the wrist. Anderson turned around, casually, then asked with a sarcastic smile, “Quick quiz, in what year did Mrs. Simpson, AKA my mum, die?” “I never believed Anderson could make up a joke with that, he could beat one who casually joked about his mum to stupor and yet this?” Harrison said with wide eyes to Joce. “There's a reason for everything, I guess,” she replied. Turning to Harry, she said, “It's called a ‘time joke’, right Andy?”