Haaaiii My little grasshoppers (:

Wadduuup. Well, this is a special Christmas fanfic; don't you just love Christmas!

Also, I've been noticing I have a lack of description, so I'll try to get more in depth about the describing and stuff…

Yes. TRY. Hahahahahahahahhahahhahaha.

ONTO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I think you already know the answer d:


Carly's P.O.V.

It was 2 weeks before Christmas.

Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. When lovers give their lovers gifts and presents; When mistletoe hangs on the ceiling waiting for another couple to be made; When family and friends get to spend time with each other; When shopping is most crucial; When snow falls and blankets the ground while sparkling through your window; When cold weather pierces your skin and you get to be held in the warm arms of your loved one; When blankets and hot cocoa is most acceptable; When you spend some time decorating your house for Christmas spirit; When you sing along to joyous Christmas carols… Christmas.

Well, right now, I'm at the mall with Freddie. We're buying gifts for Sam. And I'm telling you, he's having a hard time finding the right gift.

"This is soooo hard!" Freddie exclaimed. "What kind of presents does she like anyway?" He ruffled through a rack of bags.

"Abnormal ones?" I joked.

"I'm serious Shay!" He said, picking up a black bag with chains on it and throwing it back in the rack.

I put my hands up in the air defensively. "Relax!" I brushed some hair out of my face. "Since when did you care anyway?"

"Since—"

"Hello! May I help you?" He got cut off by a salesperson. Ugh but I really wanted to hear what Freddie was gonna say!

"No sir, um, we're fine." I replied.

"I'm not." Freddie said, shoving me out of his way and into a pile of pillows. "I need help finding the right gift for a certain blonde-headed demon?"

"Demons have different hair colors?" The salesperson asked.

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity, before scrambling up to my feet again.

"That's not the point here." Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Right right…" The dude cleared his throat. "So what is the blonde-headed demon like?"

"She's rude, gross, stupid, aggravating, abrasive, terrifying, you name it."

"Seems to me she's like the 'eat fat cakes all the time' type."

"Oh she is, trust me."

"She your girlfriend or something, man?"

"What? No! No, she is not my girlfriend!"

"Then why do you care to get her the perfect gift?"

He just practically read my mind! I was about to ask him that, but the salesperson beat me to it. Thank you, weirdo.

"She's just a really good friend." Freddie said.

"Well uh… I—" The salesperson started but his alarm went off. "Ope! Time to get home! End of shift! Later, dude and dudette." He waved goodbye.

"Wait!" Freddie said. "What's your name? You seem like one of the guys that give good advice."

"Joshua. Name's Joshua. You?" He said, but suddenly realized something. "Oh! Wait! I know you guys! iCarlyyy! Freddie and Carly! And the blonde-headed demon you were talking about must be Sam." He took a piece of paper and a pen. "Here's my number." He wrote it down and gave it to Freddie. "Call me anytime, man."

"Thanks. I'll need it." Freddie said, walking out of the mall.


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