Freddie thinks that it's pretty ironic that Carly is tackling him to the ground mere hours after he came to terms with the fact that he doesn't like her anymore.
"WELL?" Carly yells, pinning his arms to the floor in a way that would have made him feel lightheaded and lovestruck a year ago.
It's not like he isn't used to these deeply ironic and frustrating things happening to him; they happen all the time. Still, right about now he's wishing he still had the willingness to just lean up and kiss her, as it would've seemed perfect timing before.
"I don't… know…" He squirms, trying to roll out from under his friend.
Carly seems to realize she's being way more aggressive than she has to, and stands up. "Oh, come on," she whines, offering to help him up. He declines. He rather likes it on the floor. Besides, when Carly can tackle, she can tackle. Freddie massages his ribs inconspicuously. "There's got to be someone you like now that it's not me."
She says this like Sam would say, '…now that you've given me all your leftover beef ribs.' She says this like Spencer would say, '…now that you've turned Australia into a land of fudge.' Like his mom would say, '…now that you've cured the common cold.'
She says this like it's a wonderful, freeing thing for the both of them.
Which, it almost is.
Freddie lies on the ground and cracks his pinky finger absentmindedly. "Not really…"
Carly pouts. "Not even Thalia, from Home Ec?" He shakes his head. "Lauren, that girl we had on iCarly last week? Ooh, how about Maria, that girl who gave you her number at the Mexican cheese place?"
"Not really," he repeats.
"I'm not going to tell anyone," Carly says, batting her eyelashes. "Fredieee…"
"Well…" he relents.
She throws a beanbag on the floor next to him and does a nosedive into it so she can see his face better while he reveals all.
"You know…" Freddie studies the ceiling and sees they've had work done. "You know…" he repeats.
"No, I don't," Carly says.
He scratches his neck and admires the new tile work. Then he mutters it so quietly Carly stares at him expectantly before she realizes what he's said: "…there's Sam…"
"WHAT?"
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