Ho-la. Here I am with another iCarly story. Well, first of all: Thank you to those, who reviewed my other story.
I know it's not even near Halloween and everything but this idea just happend to be in my head and wanted to be written down.
One more information, since english is not my native language I sure made some mistakes. I am sorry.
Disclaimer: It's rather sad that I don't own it but well maybe some day...
"What are we going to do for iCarly's Halloween Special?" Carly, my brunette best friend and crush, asked. We were sitting in the iCarly Studio, and by 'we' I meant, Carly, Sam and I.
Sam is Carly's best friend and my worst enemy but my best friend at the same time.
Sam moaned.
"Why do we have to do something special? It's just Halloween," she said and I agreed. Carly pouted.
"But guys, seriously, this is special. I thought of dressing up, you know, now that we're all sixteen and grown-ups, we can be sexy, right Sam?" Carly said all proud and bubbly.
Sam huffed and I burst out laughing.
"Sam? Sexy?" I tried to say without laughing but failed. This was just too funny. Sam rose up from the bean bag chair and put her hands on her slender waist.
"What do you mean by 'Sam? Sexy?' I am sexy, pretty much!"
"Well," I wobbled with my head. "If you say so." Okay, I was being really mean. I mean, honestly, she was somehow pretty hot but that was one fact she just didn't have to know. In the past two years Carly and Sam, both, grew pretty much in their bodies. Both of them were slim, maybe a little too slim, but where Carly lacked of really nice curves, which she tried to hide with tight clothes, short skirts or skinny jeans, Sam had really nice curves, which she didn't bother to show by wearing boyish clothes.
"Freddie! This is mean," Carly scolded me. I shrugged. Well, maybe I lied earlier to you, about Carly being my crush and everything. I mean, I still care about that neurotic, brunette chick but not as much as I used to. Well, whatever.
"Bet'cha that I will be so hot that you will drool over me and go all creepy stalker mode again," Sam said angry and her icy eyes stabbed me with invisible daggers.
I shrugged and grinned at the same time. Got'cha, I thought.
"Sure, you're on." We shook hands and sealed the deal.
"Ugh. Guys honestly, not another-" She was cut off by Sam.
"So what the winnings are?" Sam asked me, a devious grin placed on her face.
"You have to pay back everything you owe me even if you have to rob a bank AND you have to be my slave for one whole month." I said superior. I mean although she was hot, she never could beat Carly at being hot. I totally won this bet. Yes!
Sam's mouth dropped open.
"You little-"
"Ah, no cussing in my house," this time Carly cut Sam off.
"But-"
"Aaaap"
"But Carly, I-"
"Baaaaap," Carly shook her head. "No cussing and now, we're going shopping! Halloween is in three days and so is iCarly."
The brunette took the blonde demons hand and ushered her out the room.
They left me alone and I decided to fix my nerd stuff, like Sam would say. You know, lately I thought so much more about my blonde best friend and if she could read my mind she would kick me in places where no one should ever be kicked.
I never had that problem with Carly. I liked her and I knew that she liked me too, as a friend, but still. I liked the thought of liking Carly. It was save liking her but liking Sam was…confusing.
I liked the feeling when she punched me or ruffled my hair even when she did it violently.
I realized that I liked her when I recognized that I was used to have her around. To understand that statement I have to dig deeper, so listen:
I knocked at Carly's door and entered without waiting for the response. That was a bad habit I inherited at Sam.
"Hola. Who's ready for school?"
"Not me," I heard from the blanket that lay on the couch. I pulled up the gray blanket and saw Sam, lying on her stomach, her head faced the TV but her eyes were closed. I crouched and felt her forehead. She burned.
"Sam? Are you alright?" Ugh. Too much concern in my voice.
Tiredly she opened her eyes.
"Do I look like I'm alright?" she asked me and coughed.
"Where's Carly?" I asked her, maybe she made some soup for Sam, she really needed it.
Sam coughed again. "I don't know where your precious Carly is, maybe she is getting ready for school or-" she coughed again.
"Silly," I mumbled and went into the kitchen to make some soup. I totally forgot that I could be running late for school, but who cared, when a friend was sick.
"Hey Freddie," Carly said happy. "Ready for school?" and she made a little dance.
"Almost," I answered. I juggled with the tray from the kitchen into the living room.
I set the tray aside and helped Sam up.
"Soooo. Now you're eating this soup and lie down again. You have to rest." She nodded sleepily and cracked a small smile.
School was dull. No one pranked me, no one called me names and no one laughed with me at Miss Briggs.
English was pretty boring and so my thoughts drifted away. I was worried about Sam, too worried in my opinion and then realization hit me. Somehow I started caring about her. Ugh. I started liking her without noticing it. Maybe I was just going to puke.
That was the day I realized that I like her. I drifted up in my own world and turned to my computer again.
Fixing my stuff took longer than expected and soon the girls were home. Carly giggled and on her arms dangled many shopping bags.
Sam had just two. Interesting.
"Found what you need?" I asked and grinned. Sam rolled her eyes and plopped on the red bean bag.
"Whatever Nub."
"Yes," Carly squeaked on the other hand. "Should I show him, Sam?" Carly asked her best friend.
Sam shrugged. "Whatever but when he is drooling all over you it's your own fault."
Carly shuddered. "Well. Maybe we should, you know, surprise ourselves with the costumes."
"But you and Sam know your costumes, already."
Carly shrugged. Sam groaned.
"Don't pee in your pants."
"Why should I pee in my-"
"Ugh. Whatev's," she cut me off.
"Ugh. You're so frustrating," I griped.
"You're so annoying," she said angry, standing up and came closer to me.
"You're a demon," I riposted.
"You're a pansy," she huffed mad and took a step closer.
I could feel her breath on my neck. She was clearly too close.
"You're…you're…," I had no comeback. She was too distracting.
She took a little step closer. Her soft, small hand brushed my not so soft and small hand.
"Mamma plays to win," I blinked a few times to understand that she played with me, like always. Sluggish she moved to the bean bag and plopped down. She yawned. Beast.
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