I moan as her hands find themselves tangled in my blonde curls. I kiss my way up her neck, to her lips, careful not to leave any noticeable hickeys. After all, I can't mark what's not mine. As my hand makes it under her shirt, she makes this heavenly sound that's a mixture of adorable and sexy. My hand goes up...up...up...until her phone goes off. "You should get that, Carls."

She makes no movement to answer her phone as she continues to make out with my so I try again. "It could be Freddie."

"Mmm, I don't care. Just shut up and kiss me."

And I do. At least until we hear footsteps coming up the stairs, towards the studio.

"Shit," I say as I jump apart from her. A second later, Fredbag barges through the door. He's always running cliterference. Even though, technically, I'm the one cockblocking him from Carly.

"Hey Carls, Demon." He greets Carly with a kiss. A minute ago, those were my lips. But I guess that's just how life goes. All the best things in life are taken and no matter how hard you want them, you'll never get them. Well, except for meat. Meat never fails me.

"What up, Frednub? Whatcha doin here in these parts?"

"I just came to check on my girlfriend. I called but you didn't answer, Carls?"

Carly's response is quick. "Sam and I were bouncing ideas off each other for iCarly and we didn't want to lose our train of thought." Excuses. Carly's gotten really good at lying over the past year. I'd be proud if I didn't feel so guilty. Going behind the nub's back to hook up with his girl is pretty low. Even for me.

"Oh, okay. Well, I gotta go. I skipped out on my tick bath and I don't want a repeat of what happened last time," he shivers,"I can still feel my mom's aggressive scrubbing."

"Have fun with that, Fredward."

"Bye Freddie," Carly says as they kiss goodbye. Really? A kiss goodbye? Right in front of my face? As I make gagging noises, Freddie pulls away and walks out the door.

I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. "God, that was a close call. We've gotta be more careful."

Carly's face turns seductive. "We could be careful or we could be kissing right now. I have to get his taste off my mouth."

Despite that last comment, I happily oblige. We've been doing this for months now and it still baffles me how are roles are switched. When we're together like this, I'm the voice of reason and she's the impulsive one. I can't tell if I like it yet. I know what we're doing is bad but, how can something so bad feel so good?