It was hard watching my best friend cry; I wasn't sure what else I could do to make her feel better. Spencer was sitting at 105 temperature and the sight of Freddie and Gibby all dressed up had reduced Carly to tears yet again. While I couldn't understand why she was getting herself so worked up over a dance, it obviously meant a lot to Carls so it meant a lot to me too.
'I don't want to go to that dance with anyone..' I didn't hear what else Carly said because movement had caught my attention, Freddie nudging me in the ribs confirmed that I hadn't eaten a bad batch of meatballs and was now seeing things.
She looked up at us as if to check that we weren't playing some cruel joke on her. I instinctively nodded towards were Mr Shay was standing. The next few minutes passed by fairly quickly but the happiness that had illuminated my best friend, had resparked the happiness I had felt ten minutes ago riding the bike that Spencer had given me. Honestly I was still trying to wrap my head around that one. Suddenly they were gone leaving me and the 3 boys standing in the lounge room of the apartment.
'So.. You're dad made it after all.' Freddie stated excitedly to Spencer as he plonked himself on the couch.
'Thank you captain obvious.' I couldn't help it. After years of tormenting the boy it was a habit to have sarcastic comments waiting for every word that came out of his mouth. Even after dating him for a brief period of time.
I made my way towards the fridge in search of ham. 'Hey you know what this calls for?' Gibby looked around at all of us. We all stared at him waiting. As Gibby does he failed to respond.
'Well?' Spencer looked at him expectantly.
Gibby looked genuinely surprised that someone was speaking to him 'Well what?' Sometimes I had to seriously refrain from hurting that boy. I was trying to be good these days. My parole officer said that if I tried to avoid violent outbursts then I had a slightly higher chance of staying out of Juvey, if only slightly.
'Well what does this call for Dumbo.' I snapped. It was the best I could do.
Gibby looked to Freddie who didn't even seem the tiniest bit surprised. 'You see the way she talks to me?' He looked at Spence. 'A crazy hat, spaghetti taco party!'
'Hey that's a great idea Gib!' I smiled, my excitement rising thinking about the delicious taco's that tasted like heaven in a shell.
'I'll go get supplies.' Gibby called over his shoulder as he strolled out the door.
'I'll go get the hats from the prop closet in the studio' Freddie stood; silently I followed him to the elevator.
I was watching him sort through the hats from my space by the prop car. There was a little something nudging away at my mind and I felt like I had to clear things up between us. I turned to face him and lent back against the car. 'Hey you know before when I called you and said I had something important to talk to you about?'
Freddie visibly stiffened before turning to face me. 'Yeah?'
I swallowed. The guy might be the biggest dork I know but he was still one of my closest friends. I needed things to be good between us. 'You asked if I wanted to get back together.'
Suddenly the possum hat in his hand couldn't be more interesting to him. 'Yeah, I was only being stupid.'
I raised an eyebrow at him. When he wasn't looking at me I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. 'Freddie.'
He looked up at me. 'Look, I was trying to be a smartass ok? If I'm being honest.. I guess I'm still kind of sitting around waiting for Carly to notice me. We tried it and we failed. Miserably. I mean I really did like you, especially when you-'
'Ok we don't need to go there.' I could feel my cheeks reddening and that had only happened with one other guy. It was no secret I had always had a minor crush on Spence. 'I just wanted to make sure there were no loose ends with us. We good?'
Freddie chuckled to himself 'Yeah, were good.'
