I cannot wait for the next iCarly episode iBelieve in Bigfoot and also the one after that, iBeat the Heat… This is my take on this upcoming episode… so sit back, relax and enjoy reading it!
iBeat the Heat
It was the hottest day in Seattle, well, it was summertime. Carly had texted me to say Spencer had figured out a way to get an air conditioner to work however it caused everyone else's to mal function-some even burst into flames. I was walking into Carly's cool apartment when I saw it was over-crowded with everyone from Bushwell Plaza crammed in there. Scanning the room I noticed Carly, Spencer, Sam and… Griffen? My hands clenched and I felt my teeth grind together as I saw him talking to Sam. That wasn't supposed to happen, or so I thought.
"Hey Freddie," the brunette called out, from the kitchen.
"Carly," I say, walking over to her, dodging some random neighbors.
"Sorry about all this," she said, apologetically. "My brother is such a…"
"Moron?" I offer, and then smile. "It's okay Carls…"
I take a seat on top of the bench and Carly passes me a 'pepi cola' with a little smile. I return it while taking the drink. As I open it too quickly, soda sprays all over my shirt. It's wet and sticky-and you know how my mom feels about that. I jump off the counter and Carly bursts into giggles but goes to get a damp sponge from the sink. Meanwhile I'm standing there, feeling like an idiot, for some reason I glance over to the couch and see Griffen holding Sam's hand, she's blushing.
"Here," says Carly, dabbing at my shirt.
"I got it," I say, grabbing the cloth from her and wipe all the sticky soda off me.
"It's better to dab," she said, taking my hand slowly, with the sponge still in it and pressed it against my chest.
"Coming through," yells Spencer, carrying an armful on tools and stuff.
He knocks into Carly, who falls onto me, making me instinctively wrap my arms around her waist, stopping her from collapsing to the ground. It's an awkward moment when Spencer exits the kitchen again and I let go of her slowly. She's blushing a little and looking at me, smiling nicely. One thing I like about Carly, is that she has a brilliant smile.
"Sorry about that," I say quickly.
"It wasn't your fault," she laughed. "Clumsy Spencer…"
"Oh," I chuckle nervously. "Yeah…"
"Hey, do you want to go somewhere, alone?" Carly asked me.
"Sure," I replied shrugging.
Carly threw the cloth she was still holding into the sink and pulled me up the stairs. The elevator wasn't working-another downside to Spencer's air conditioning fix-up. We made our way into the iCarly studio which was completely void of any people, until now, since we were in there.
I was sitting in a beanbag, facing Carly who was looking down at her hands clasped neatly in her lap. This girl would always be my best friend. Once upon a time, I thought she would fall in love with me, however when I saved her life, a couple of months ago, she was all over me. I liked it, don't get me wrong, but something or someone had already taken my affections and kept them to herself. You can probably guess who-the exact girl who was most likely 'sucking-face' with the bad-boy downstairs. The same bad-boy who dated Carly, until she found out he collected 'pee-wee babies' then was dumped.
"Freddie," said Carly, sitting up from her bean bag slowly. "Can I ask you something?"
"You know you can ask me anything Carls," I reply, smiling.
"Okay," she said quietly. "Well, remember a couple of months ago how you saved my life?"
"How could I forget?" I say with a slight smirk.
She laughed softly which made me lean closer towards her. "I haven't forgotten what you said about the whole me being your girlfriend thing…" she said.
"Carly…" I begin to say.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time," explained Carly, now standing up and pacing. "…and I think I'm ready…"
"Please listen," I say also standing up and grabbing her shoulders, spinning her around.
"What is it Freddie?" Carly asks me and then gasps suddenly. "you don't love me anymore…"
"I don't love you like I used to," I say gently.
"Oh," she replies and drops her gaze to the floor.
"It's more like loving you if you were my sister," I add on, not wanting to crush her completely.
"Who is she?" Carly asked, gazing into my eyes intently.
"Huh?" I ask, a little confused.
"You must have a crush on someone," she says, smiling.
"I… uhh… is that a new ceiling?" I ask, clearly avoiding her questions.
"Don't change the subject," said Carly, grabbing my arms and shaking me a little.
"What are we even talking about?" I ask my friend.
"Look Freddie, I know you and Sam, have your differences…"
"Whoa, whoa, hold your horses Carly!" I say, waving my hands dramatically in front of me. "There's no 'Sam and me'."
"I saw you staring at her and Griffen," she said. I open my mouth but before I can say anything she interrupts me. "Don't deny it… you're falling for Sam."
I snort and scoff at the same time. "You are out of your mind," I say, walking away from her now.
"it's true," she said. "…and you know it…"
Something about that, clicked with me. Sam had said that, the day she had told me Carly loved me because I had saved her life. to this day I wonder why she had even bothered to tell me that, rather than let me date Carly and then let it be ruined. I guessed it was because things would have been super awkward with our friendships but maybe it was something underlying that.
"Sam cares about you," mumbled Carly.
"What?" I say.
"Nothing," she said. "Think about what I said, I have to go and tend to everyone in my house."
"Carly," I say and she turns around to face me so then I kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks."
"Just… do the right thing Freddie," she says, smiling and left me to my thoughts.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard both Griffen and Sam joking around. It made my blood boil and again, I grinded my teeth together. It was like my two legs were frozen stiff and I couldn't do anything to move them.
"Griffen, stop it," Sam giggled. "You are too hilarious!"
"If you think that's funny…" Griffen said and I saw Sam being 'attacked' by him.
"Oh no!" squealed Sam. I never ever thought I would hear her squeal like that. "No, don't… stop… please!"
"Don't stop? Okay," Griffen said.
"Argh!" screamed Sam and laughed her maniac laugh.
I had had enough just standing, watching them both mucking around, having fun. There was nothing I could do-or was there?