Carly's POV ~~~~~~~~~
"Hey, good show, you guys!", Gibby said happily.
"Thanks, Gibs!" I said. Awww, he's so sweet...
"I thought it was funny how Sam stuck her-" Gibby jabbered, but then I interrupted.
"Freddie, would you go out to the hall with me?"
"Why?" asked Freddie.
Not wanting to explain, I ran over to Freddie and grabbed him by the arm. He didn't even have a chance to protest as I drug him out into the hallway.
Sam's POV
Ugh! Carly has her hands on *MY* man ... again! I hope she isn't trying to get him to be her boyfriend. He's *MY* Freddork...
"Gibby, what do you think they're talking about out there?" I asked him. Most likely he wouldn't know. Gibby's don't know anything.
"Well, I think Carly might love Freddie. I mean, it's so obvious. She's always giving him these looks..." Gibby said, with sadness in his voice. He said it with such sadness that it made me think maybe Gibby likes Carly...
"Hey," I whispered to Gibby, "Why don't we be boyfriend and girlfriend, so maybe Carly will get jealous?"
"Don't you like Carly?" I asked.
"Shoosh yeah! Who doesn't like Carly? She's so sweet, and fun, and pretty..."
"But... are you trying to get Freddie jealous too...?" Gibby then asked unexpectedly.
"Uhhh...NO! I would rather drink out of a men's room toliet than try to go out with Freddie!" I thundered, trying not to give away my real feelings.
"Okay...whatever you say..." Gibby grinned. He knows I like Freddie. He might not know I love him, but he knows I like him...
Carly's POV
As Freddie and I stood in the hallway, he had his arms crossed over his chest, demanding to know why I had drug him out of the room.
"Come on, Carly, talk..." he insisted.
"Freddie, I need your help..."
"Help with what? Does this have something to do with Gibby?"
"Ummmm... well, yeah..." I grudgingly admitted.
"I KNEW it! You like Gibby!" he shouted.
"Shhhh!" I hissed. "He'll hear you!"
Freddie was grinning like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. "Do you want me to help you make Gibby jealous?" Freddie asked.
"Please, for me..." I said, giving him my famous puppy-dog eyes.
As usual, Freddie never could tell me "no."