This is set during the last episode of iCarly, iGoodbye.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or any of the characters.
"Freddie, we need to talk about something important," Sam's voice says quickly through his new phone.
"What? You wanna get back together?"
"No, it's about Carly," she says quickly without even listening to what he said. Then she stops for a moment. Silence hangs heavily until Sam responds. "Wait, what did you just say?" Did he just ask to get back together?
"Nothing," Freddie replies in fear of her reaching through the phone to strangle him. "I just asked what was wrong." And now I'm dead.
"No, you said something about getting back together," she says sternly, a wary tone in her voice. Careful Puckett.
"Well if you knew that, why'd you ask," Freddie responded a bit sharply. She didn't have to say it like she was reminding her mother that her therapist had moved to the Philippines.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of his Galaxy Wars sheets. You're the one who brought it up."
It's true he thought. I was the one who brought it up. I shouldn't have expected a different response either. I'm the one who still has lingering feelings, not her.
Isn't he going to answer?
"Whatever," Sam says, interrupting his thoughts. "Spencer can't take Carly to the dance and she's real bummed out about it. Get you and Gibby's nubbish asses over here to take her to the dance."
She hangs up as Freddie looks over to see Gibby running around screaming with part of the head scanning machine still stuck on his head. He sighs walking over to him and quickly explains the dilemma. After pulling off the white contraption, the two head over to Carly's.
Thanks for reading. If you couldn't tell, the italics were the thoughts of whoever just spoke except for the last line, "Isn't he going to answer,"which was Sam. Thanks for reading again. Reviews are appreciated.