Freddie pressed a button on his laptop and nothing happened. He frowned and pressed it again, still nothing. On closer inspection he found it had come loose and had been stuck back on with blue tack. He shook his head and muttered a name under his breath,
"Sam," of course it was her, she was responsible for everything that was bad in his life. Well, good things as well. He smirked at the thought, maybe Sam wasn't all bad. He laughed aloud and shook his head. He heard the elevator ding and he jumped, but tried to look like he hadn't been scared by the elevator. He heard footsteps, a tap then a clunk. He didn't even need to look up to see who it was.
"Hey Carly," he said, not looking up. She said nothing in return, thinking about what she would say. He pulled his broken key off, grimacing at how the blue tack had gotten stuck everywhere. He started scraping the blue tack off, getting stuck under his nail. He let out a frustrated sigh and proceeded to use his thumb nail to get the blue from under his finger nail. Carly had been watching him, studying his every move, watching his face crease in annoyance. She let herself smile a little, a fond memory coming into her mind.
"Do you remember when you saved my life?" she asked, suddenly and quickly, getting the thought that had been floating around her head all day come into focus. It had been taunting her, and she had to know. She watched him smile, but she took it the wrong way. In truth he was thinking about the fact he had broken up with her, and if that hadn't of happened he wouldn't be in the relationship he was in now. That taco truck, in truth, was actually one of the best things that had ever happened to him. He let out a small smile. How could he forget?
"Yes I remember," he replied. Truthfully Carly wanted to slap herself for that question, of course he remembered. Not so much because of her, but because ever since then Mrs. Benson had been way to overprotective. She shook her head and proceeded to her next question,
"Well remember how you said I didn't really love you and how if after you were out of your casts I still wanted to go out with you, you'd be really happy about it?" Freddie's smile, however small it was, was now completely gone. He was getting worried now; he knew where this was going. He needed to get out of there right now. But something made him stay, listen to what she had to say,
"Yeah..." he trailed off.
"Well, now your casts are off, I've been doing some thinking and I think that maybe me kind of... Like you?" She said, looking away from Freddie, a blush creeping into her cheeks. Freddie on the other hand was staring at her, mouth open, jaw almost touching the floor. She turned to look at him, still blushing and saw his lack of response. She frowned and waved her hand in front of his face. He shook his head, looking a little dazed.
"Now you know do you wanna... Go out with me?" She asked in a rush, a pleading look on her face. He stared, oh god. Why couldn't she have asked him about a year ago? He would have said yes and been the happiest person on the planet. But now all he felt was sympathy, and he thought that Carly looked a little pathetic, begging for him to go out with her. He had to say no. But he decided he'd try to let her down easy, unlike she did with him countless times. She didn't really deserve it but he was a nice person,
"Carly," he said with a sigh, "Listen, I've..." she looked at him,
"I've got a girlfriend," her face dropped as he dropped the bombshell. He couldn't stand the awkwardness so he raced out the Icarly studio, leaving her with a horribly hurt expression on her face. She now knew how he felt every time she rejected him.