disclaimer; Not mine.
dedication; To anyone who added me to alerts for my iCarly oneshots. Sorry it's been so long.
notes; I'm a little rusty, but here you are. An odd pairing, sure, but oh well.
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beneath your perfume and make-up
you're just a baby in disguise
and though you know that it is wrong to be alone with me
that come on look is in your eyes
-young girl, gary puckett
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Every day of senior year, she came over to Carly's house (much to Freddie's bemusement and Sam's annoyance) to study. At first, it was true.
After the third week, it evolved into an excuse.
"We have to go do iCarly now," Carly said apologetically. Freddie was waiting on the stairs - Sam had already ran up them and was shouting for her friends to get their patooshskies to the camera before she ate it.
"No problem," Wendy smiled. "I'll just wait here."
Carly gave her a quick smile in return before fleeing up the stairs like hell was on her heels. Sam's threat was entirely too probable to ignore.
Wendy sat in the middle of the couch, twirling a strand of red hair between her fingers. What was she expected to do for the hour of iCarly? She could study, but that would be absolutely boring. She could watch tv, or the live broadcast of what was happening upstairs, but she wasn't in the mood. She could -
The door opened, and in walked the answer to her question. Spencer Shay, Carly's older, attractive artist of a brother.
Drawing on all those years of drama club, Wendy immediately assumed a forlorn look and slumped slightly in her seat. Spencer noticed her as soon as he closed the door and finished his song about rubber duckies.
"Oh, hey..."
"Wendy."
"Wendy, right, of course, what's up?"
She sighed, looking dejected. He clued in to her mood and sat down on the black recliner, frowning slightly.
"Hey, what's up?" Spencer repeated in a soft voice. He was an expert at dealing with teenage girls, if he did say so himself. And he did.
"Nothing, really. Just..." she paused in the right spot, sniffling a little. "My boyfriend and I just split up. He was super immature about, like, everything."
The man who was stroking his light-uppity socks absentmindedly while she spoke nodded sagely. "Teenage boys definitely aren't up to the maturity level of, say, moi."
"Exactly," Wendy said. She scooted to the side of the couch that was closest to him. "That's why I want an older man."
"Well, college boys aren't much better. To be honest I think their maturity level goes down another few notches."
"I was thinking a little older."
"How old we talking, here, Hugh Hefner?"
She decided that it was probably time to make her intentions more obvious. She was, after all, well aware that Spencer was kind of an idiot.
"How old are you, Mr. Shay?"
"It's Spencer, kid," he grinned, mussing up his hair. "And I'm almost thirty."
"Really?" Wendy gasped with huge, innocent-looking eyes. "You don't look it at all Mr. Sh- I mean, Spencer."
"Well, I do eat a lot of Fiber Nuts."
After a few more minutes of the same kind of conversation, Wendy was getting increasingly annoyed. How oblivious was this guy? Her hints got more and more obvious every time she spoke, but he was still clueless.
Time for the direct approach, she decided.
She stood up, and with a winning smile, walked the couple steps closer to him so she was looking down at him. He stared politely back up at her.
"Thanks for listening, Spencer. You're awesome." With that, she leaned down and kissed him right on the mouth. She felt his body freeze with shock under her, and pulled away with a grin. "Tell Carly I'll see her tomorrow."
And she walked out of the apartment.
Spencer was thoroughly confused. So he did what he always did when he got bamboozled like this.
"CARLYYYY!"
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Fin.
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note; Just a quick, silly little thing, but I hope it makes my followers happy. :)