iPlay
Summary: Carly hears some strange noises from her room, made by Sam and Freddie. What are they up to? Seddie!
Disclaimer: I am not Dan Schneider and therefore I do not own iCarly. I can get my boyfriend to make that into a mathematical proof if you disagree. Nor is this story written or sold for profit or other gains.
Carly's P.O.V
I was heading up to the studio to organise the prop box and tidy up in there. It's always a mess (especially when Sam hides food up there from Freddie or Spencer) and I was the only one who ever bothers cleaning it. Sam and Freddie never do. Speaking of those two, I had no idea where they were. Where were they? They'd come over half an hour ago to chill but then I got a video chat request from Adam and they'd disappeared.
*Flashback*
"Hey Carly," the gorgeous boy on the computer screen smiled.
"Oh hey Adam. Long-time no see…" I was surprised, no doubt.
"Hey look, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for dumping you like that after the Webicon thing."
"Oh! Hey nah, it's cool. I mean, it's understandable." I blushed.
"You're cute when you blush."
I giggled. "So, other than apologising, what's up?"
"Well, I was kinda wondering… Do you wanna go out with me again?" Whoa, wasn't expecting that.
"Oh… um… sorry Adam… I'm already going out with someone… Sorry…" I mumbled, embarrassed and surprised.
"Oh. If you don't wanna go out with me, you don't need to make excuses!" He growled, showing his temper and ugly side.
"But I really do have a boyfriend at the moment!"
"Whatever Carly. Bye."
"Bye Adam…" I muttered dejectedly as he signed off.
*End Flashback*
I did actually have a boyfriend though. I was now dating Gibby and had been for two weeks. Hmm… Mrs Carlotta Gibson… Mrs Carly Gibson… Mr and Mrs Gibson… Mrs Gibby Gibson…
Anyways… As I was walking up to the studio, I passed my room and heard some really weird noises… Groaning. Looks like I found Sam and Freddie. But what on earth were they doing? Curious, I decided to listen. Putting my ear to the door, I listened.
"Ugh!" That was Freddie.
"C'mon Benson! You can do more than that!" Sam, of course…
"Oh my gosh! Sam! Ugh!"
"Freddie!" Sam's pitch rose to a squeal.
Oh… my… gosh… Were my two best friends having sex in my bedroom? Gross!
"Wow Sam! That was amazing!" Freddie panted.
"I am," Sam replied, equally out of breath. You could hear the smirk in her voice.
"What are we gonna do now?" Freddie
"Go again?"
"Sure!"
Ok, that was enough! They were not doing it again! Scrunching up my eyes tight shut, I opened the door and walked in to hear two collective gasps. "Ok, you have one minute to get your clothes back on and be decent!" I waited for the sound of scrambling to reach my ears but it didn't. Laughter, on the other hand, did. Confused, I opened one eye, peeking out. Opening both eyes, I saw two innocent looking, wide-eyed faces staring at me, attached to two; fully clothed bodies.
"Ok?" I was met with more laughter, "You two weren't having sex?" I received simultaneous head shakes.
"NO! Jeez Carlotta, gimme some credit!" Sam exclaimed.
"Then what were you doing?" I asked, so confused.
Freddie laughed and shook his head in disbelief, "we were playing on the You."
"But I heard groaning and then Sam squealed…"
"We were playing tennis and taking the mickey out of those Wimbledon nubs," Sam rolled her eyes.
"But you squealed…?"
"I covered her eyes," Freddie laughed, earning a punch in the arm from Sam.
"Oh…" I blushed and left, running up to the studio.
Normal P.O.V
After Carly left the room, Freddie gave Sam a hug and kissed her cheek, earning a blush and a slight giggle (if you listened closely).
"So, now what?" Freddie asked.
"Well Carly's idea wasn't so bad…"