Friday morning.
Sepia eyes took in the surroundings. She had been here so many times. Lights glared on the hardwood floor. Sam stared at the peephole, hoping someone would get it. She listened for the rattle of the doorknob or the lock. Finally, she heard it. Rattling to let her in.
Carly was still in her P.J's.
"Freddie would love to see that." She sneered, before stepping into the room.
Statues, sculptures, and downright weird objects were scattered all over the apartment. Sam hopped over the arm of the couch and landed right on a cozy cushion. Settling herself in, she flipped on the T.V, interested in the movie playing before her eyes. Colors danced on the screen. Consumed, she didn't notice Carly talking to Spencer, who had woke up as well.
"I need to take a shower." Carly said; pushing past her brother with a towel slung over her arm.
"So do I, so hurry up." Spencer rubbed his eyes, and turned to head to the kitchen. He hit the wall while attempting to get there.
"Owch." Spencer landed on the floor, staring up at the doorway.
"… Who moved the door?"
"No one did." Sam muttered. Spencer shrugged, dusted himself off and took a few steps in the kitchen, staring warily at the objects around him as if they were going to move.
Sam must have been woozy this morning, too. Her foot, wrapped tight in a sneaker, took a step onto the floor. Though it was wrapped tight, the laces were strewn around it. Sam took another step, then another – and fell. Face first. She let out a short, startled cry, before landing at an angle on her tooth, two teeth behind her left canine.
Pain surged through her mouth. Blood trickled onto her lip. Sam sat up. "Uuunnn…" Sam held her left cheek, rocking back and forth in pain.
"What happened?" Spencer darted out of the kitchen, careful not to invade the personal space of the wall this time.
"Spencerr…?" Sam groaned.
"Yeah?" He hopped over the couch and hovered his arms above Sam like she needed some help not to fall.
"You used to be a dental assistant, right?" Sam turned with another moan.
"… Ew." He screwed up his face. "Looks like you cracked a tooth."
"WHAT?" Sam stood, holding her right cheek. "Awjeez. I really don't want to do the show tonight if I have a cracked tooth!"
"Uh…it's two teeth behind your canine. You can't see it very well, but that's going to have to be removed." He pointed his finger at Sam's mouth. Sam pushed his hand away.
"Can I get some ice?" Sam moaned, sitting on the couch. Spencer peered down at her feet.
"Alright. Only if you tie your shoes." Spencer muttered. Sam tried to bare her teeth, but she only succeeded in hurting herself.
"Ow." She held her cheek.
"What happened?" Carly came out of the bathroom, fully dressed this time.
"Sam cracked a tooth." Spencer called from the kitchen while plucking some ice from the freezer into a small plastic baggie.
"Ohjeez." Carly hopped off the small stage and weaved through the objects in the room until she reached her friend. "Let me see."
"No!" Sam scooted away from Carly's outstretched hand. Carly sighed, shaking her head as she took a seat next to Sam. Spencer had returned, holding a bag of ice to Sam. Sam snatched it up, and pressed to her cheek.
"Any chance we can take her to the dentist?" Carly's eyes were filled with worry.
"Well, you know that dentist I made a sculpture for?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, in addition to the money they gave to me, me they also agreed to give me a free check up and procedure if I need it. They're also big fans of iCarly, so I'm sure they'd be more than happy to take out that tooth on my free check up and procedure."
"Let's go then!" Carly grasped Sam's arm, almost digging into it as she tried to drag Sam off the couch.
"Unnn." Sam moaned, stumbling after Carly. Spencer traced their steps. He grabbed the keys to his car, shut the door, and scrambled after his younger sibling and friend.