Welcome! I assume that if you're reading this, then you've already read my story Torn Between Girls. If not…well, I suggest doing that because this is the sequel and you'll be highly confused at certain points. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy the story, and if you do be sure to leave comments telling me what you liked!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own iCarly or its characters. I do own Liz Davidson.
Freddie laughed to himself as he held his camera, keeping it focused on Sam and Carly who were, at the moment, cracking eggs over the top of Gibby's head. Sitting in a blown-up plastic kiddie pool, Gibby actually kind of looked like he was enjoying himself—he had told Freddie before the show that he had heard something about egg whites "bringing out the shine in your hair follicles."
Sam cracked one last egg on Gibby's head and then turned to the camera. "Well there you have it, iCarly viewers! You asked for it—we delivered! Twenty-five raw eggs have now been smashed onto Gibby's head!"
"How does that feel, Gibby?" Carly asked. Gibby looked contemplative and reached up to inspect his hair.
"It feels…yolk-tastic!" he exclaimed, and burst into laughter. Carly's smile froze as she looked awkwardly into the camera. Sam just looked annoyed.
"We begged him not to make that joke!" Carly explained to the viewers, laughing.
"But he did anyway!" Sam grumbled.
"Yeah, I did," Gibby said smugly. Sam pushed him backwards, making him fall half out of the kiddie pool. She then turned back to the camera and smiled charmingly.
Carly giggled and shook her head at Sam's violence. "Remember, if you have any suggestions on what we should do to Gibby for next week's show, send them to us here at ! Until then, may your summer be fabulous!"
With that sign off, Freddie turned off the camera. "And we're clear," he announced, pulling the heavy camera off of his shoulder and setting it down. Gibby quickly ran out the door without even cleaning the yolk off of his head, saying something about being late for meeting Tasha for tacos. Sam groaned and flopped into a bean bag chair, pulling her long blonde hair off of her neck and fanning herself.
"Carls, why is it so freaking hot up here?" she complained.
Rolling her eyes, Carly pulled her own hair up into a high ponytail. "Um, because it's July and this is an attic?" She walked over to the portable fan that was sitting in the corner and turned it on. "You know that the fan would have been too noisy during the show."
"Yeah, well, I'm hot," Sam muttered, sinking further down into the bean bag. Freddie snorted as he typed on his laptop, which didn't go unnoticed by Sam. "Watch it, Benson."
"Hey, you said it, not me," Freddie told her, and walked over to the mini-fridge in the corner, pulling out three water bottles. He tossed one to Sam, who caught it expertly and immediately started gulping it down. He then threw one to Carly.
"No, wait, don't throw it, I'm not ready-," she started to protest, but cut herself off with a shriek as she threw her hands up trying to protect herself from the flying bottle. It bounced off of her hands and landed a few feet away. Freddie raised an eyebrow.
"Carly, it's a water bottle, not a missile. It's not going to kill you."
She grumbled at him as she bent down to pick up the bottle. "You know I can't catch things. You throw too hard."
Rolling his eyes, Freddie opened the third bottle for himself and took a sip. "Whatever. So are you and Spencer still going up to Yakama for the Fourth of July?"
Carly noticeably deflated. "Yes," she pouted. "Granddad won't let us get out of it—apparently the fireworks up there are 'unbelievable.' Then he's making us stay for the entire week to do a bunch of stuff…I don't want to spend any part of my summer in boring old Yakama!"
"Things'll probably be pretty boring up here," Freddie assured her. "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow night," Carly sighed. "I'll be back on Friday…I still don't want to go! I'd rather hang out with you guys."
"I'd rather you were staying too," Sam agreed, laying so that her head was hanging upside down over one side of the bean bag while her legs were stretched out in the other direction. "I'm stuck at my house with Melanie home for the summer." Sam shook her curls in disgust. "She keeps wanting to do stuff like paint my nails."
"You've painted your nails before," Carly reminded her, opening her water bottle and taking a sip.
"Yeah, black," Sam complained. "Melanie doesn't have black fingernail polish—she has colors like pink and purple and blue…"
"How on Earth are you guys identical twins?" Freddie asked. "You are way too crazy-different."
"That's what I always tell her," Sam snickered. "I'm just glad that you finally believe that she's real, Fredlumps."
"Yeah, well, it was kind of hard to doubt it after she came home for Christmas last year and you somehow convinced her to jump out and scare the crap out of me in the middle of iCarly."
Carly and Sam both laughed. "Anyway," Carly giggled. "We should all hang out tomorrow, you know? So I don't have to spend the whole day wallowing about my wasted time in Yakama."
"Sounds cool," Sam agreed, closing her eyes and relaxing as cool air finally began to circulate around the room.
Freddie, however, wasn't so great about the idea. "Carly…I can't!" he reminded her. "Tomorrow's July 3rd."
"Oh," Carly sighed. "Right, I forgot."
Sam opened her eyes and shrugged. "Who cares? What's so special about July 3rd?"
"Sam!" Freddie exclaimed, astounded. "It's mine and Liz's anniversary. You know that."
"Hmm," Sam muttered, closing her eyes again. "Must have forgotten." Freddie rolled his eyes at her blasé attitude and turned to Carly.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Liz and I have a special afternoon lunch date planned."
"Why can't you go out at night like a normal couple?" Carly complained. "Wouldn't that be more romantic?"
Freddie gave her a look. "Carly, come on. You'll be back on Friday. I'll hang out with you then."
Carly scoffed. "You spend all your time with Liz," she told him. "You hardly ever hang out with me and Sam anymore."
"I hang out with you guys all the time!" Freddie objected. "Just yesterday we all went to the Groovy Smoothie."
"Liz came with you."
"So? I thought you and Liz were friends."
"We are, but I miss spending time as just the three of us, you know?" Carly had a sad look that made Freddie feel guilty. He groaned.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said. "How about we make plans for Friday when you get back? Just you, me, and Sam; we'll all hang out."
Carly thought this over for a minute and smiled. "Okay," she agreed. She then looked over at her stack of video games in the corner. "I bet I could kick your butt at Violin Hero—wanna take the challenge?"
Freddie smiled. "Ha, I could so beat you, any time I wanted to. But right now I have to go meet…my mom." Freddie shrugged hesitantly. "She…you know, got a new puzzle."
Sam pointed at Freddie and laughed. "Have fun with that," she giggled.
With a wave, Freddie left the studio. After waving to Spencer downstairs, he left the Shay's apartment and went across the hall to his own. He didn't, however, seek out his mom because he knew that she was actually at her Building Watch meeting.
Instead, he found his girlfriend of five months tomorrow sitting in his living room, waiting for him. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her laptop open next to her.
"Hey," she greeted him with a smile. Freddie grinned back and sat down next to her, kissing her cheek.
"Hey beautiful," he responded. "Did you like the webcast?"
"Genius, as usual," Liz told him. "Awesome camera work."
"I try," Freddie teased, placing an arm around her shoulder. "When do you have to go home?"
"Not until later," Liz admitted. "Wanna play a video game?"
"Sure," Freddie agreed, feeling only a slight pang of guilt that he had blown off Carly and Sam in favor of Liz and then lied about it. But Carly had just been complaining about how much time Freddie spent with Liz. Surely she wouldn't have taken it very well if he told her that he was going to spend post-show time with Liz instead of with Carly and Sam?
He was just sparing his friends' feelings. There was nothing wrong with that.