iupset Gibby
This idea popped into my head abut a week ago. I don't know why, but all of a sudden I find the Cibby pairing appealing so this one is very Cibby-centric, but still has plenty of Seddiness mixed in.
"That's all for this week's show." Carly giggled. "So till next time, eat your peas."
"Feed a hobo." Sam jumped in the frame.
"Do your homework." Gibby reminded, standing beside Carly wiping mustard off his forehead.
"And kick a clown." Sam shouted.
"And join us next week for more iCarrrllyyyy!" They all sang in unison.
"Annnd, we're clear. Great show, guys." Freddie said, setting down his camera and going behind his new, much larger production station in the studio.
"You were great tonight, sweetie." Carly kissed Gibby's cheek and smacked her lips. "Mmmm, mustard-y." Gibby's part in the show had definitely increased since he and Carly were a couple.
Sam made gagging sounds as she walked toward the tech panel to help with the post-production work and slyly took Freddie's hand, out of the sight of their friends. No one knew they had been secretly dating for over four months.
"Saa-aammm." Carly scolded. "Stop making gaggy sounds about me and Gibby. Here, Gibs, let me get that for you." She took a baby wipe and stretched up to help him clean the condiments from his face. Just in time for their senior year, Gibby had gotten taller and much more grown-up looking. Compared to his petite girlfriend, he was literally a giant and he towered over Sam by nearly a foot, now. Of course, this still didn't stop Sam from busting his chops on a regular basis.
"It's not my fault, Carls. I just hope I can keep my tuna sandwich down after seeing that." While Carly and the bigger boy were being close, Sam and Freddie were playing it cool behind the over sized production equipment, completely hiding the fact that they were holding hands while he finished up the technical work on the latest show. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the blonde to see she was watching him the same way.
"C'mon, Fredbones, let's go get a smoothie before these two start to devour each other's faces." Sam suggested as soon as he was finished. She really just wanted and excuse to be alone with her secret boyfriend as much as she wanted the drink.
"Ha-ha." Carly stuck her tongue out at her friend. "While you're going out, bring me back a strawberry splat, please."
Sam and Freddie boarded the elevator and left the lovers alone. As soon as the doors were shut, the blonde threw her arms around his neck and put her lips to his. "Whew, I almost didn't make it. I thought I was gonna get the shakes waiting to get my Freddie on."
Freddie's hands found her waist but not before pressing the stop button on the elevator. "Mmmm, me too."
After a few minutes of deep kissing, the two came up for air. Sam released the elevator to Freddie's groan of disappointment.
"Aw, settle down, we can have another round on the way back, Mama needs a blueberry blitz."
"Sam, don't you think we should tell our friends about . . . this."
"We will, Fredlove. Eventually. Don't you think it's fun the way we're having to be all covert, like we're spies or something. Besides, as soon as Carly knows, she's gonna be spilling it on the air and then we'll have to deal with that whole Seddie and Creddie chiz like we did at Webicon. Then we'll have to tell your mom."
"I hope the fans have given up on Creddie by now, Carly and Gibby came out as a couple over a month ago so I doubt anyone even thinks about Creddie any more. At least I know I don't."
"You'd better not, mister." Sam playfully punched his shoulder as they stepped out into the lobby at Bushwell.
"No teenagers getting frisky in my lobby!" Lewbert shouted at the two, who quickly pulled away from each other.
"Nyeah!" Sam shouted back at him. "Go comb your wart hair."
The couple made their way out onto the street and headed for the smoothie shop. "You know, we're gonna have to come out sooner or later. We made it through Valentine's day low key because Carly was all excited about Gibby asking her out the first time, but Prom's coming up, it'll be hard to hide it then." Freddie tried to reason.
Sam wasn't ashamed of their relationship. At first they agreed to keep it low-key so if things didn't work out they wouldn't have to deal with the fallout from their friends. As time went on, they found it fun to 'sneak around' but Freddie felt the time had come to confess what they had been doing. Sam, on the other hand, wanted to get through as much of their senior year as possible without having to deal with all the gossip at school.
With their relationship secret, the worst she had to deal with was the occasional girl flirting with Freddie or asking him out. That was typically nipped in the bud by her playing the part of the obnoxious, clingy friend with too many opinions or by simply scaring the offending girl off with 'the look'.
"I know. Carls is already all hyped up trying to find me a date, I'll have to tell her soon or she'll be setting me up with God only knows who. I just need to find the right way to tell her so she doesn't go all fan-girl on me. Or get totally cheesed off that I didn't tell her as soon as we got together. You know, the whole 'no more secrets' thing she's obsessed with."
"Good luck with that one." He smirked. "I'll miss you."
The two shared their drinks, Sam had some deep fried foods off of a stick and they made their way back to Bushwell. "Let's drop off Carly's smoothie and go over to my place. My mom should be leaving for work in about half an hour. We can tell her you came over after iCarly so we could study for that physics test next week." Freddie suggested as the boarded the elevator, thinking about studying anatomy more than physics.
The blonde immediately knew what he was thinking. Actually, Sam could have cared less about the physics test. She knew the material pretty well and for her it was an elective class anyway so she didn't have to worry about her grade, even if she flubbed a few questions.
"Your mom's working night shift again? Time for a sleepover!"
Freddie just grinned. "Good idea, but you didn't bring any pajamas."
"Whatever will I do." She gasped in a fake posh tone. "I guess I'll have to sleep au' naturale."
"Sounds like fun, mom won't be home till evening tomorrow, she's working a double so she can have off Sunday for an aggressive parenting lecture."
"Oooh, and Sunday afternoon Freddie time." Sam snickered and stretched up for a quick kiss. "Aww, wait, I just remembered I promised my mom I'd go with her to the bikini wax place on Sunday."
Freddie just raised an eyebrow at the thought of Sam getting a bikini wax.
"I know what you're thinking." Sam quickly smacked the back of his head just as the elevator opened in the Shay's living room revealing Spencer working on a gigantic sculpture of an egg. "And I'm just driving the car, so forget it." She whispered to him
"Greetings teenagers." Spencer exclaimed. "What do you think?"
"Um, eggy." Sam replied.
"Yeah, eggy." Freddie repeated.
"Hey, Freddo, before I forget, I've been needing to ask you. Would you mind helping Carly study for her Geometry test?"
"That test's on Monday, Spence. I'm, uh, I kinda made plans for tomorrow, the only time we could study would be Sunday." Freddie didn't want to give up his alone time with Sam on Saturday but he couldn't come out and tell the artist what he was doing, either.
"I'll pay you." Spencer quickly pleaded. "She really has to pass this one, Freddie. You know how she is with math stuff, it gets her all flustered. And if she doesn't get at least a C she might even have to go to summer school in order to graduate."
"I tried to tell her to take something easier like general math when we were selecting classes, but noooo, she just had to take geometry because Jeff Holmes was taking it and 'he's soooo cuuute'." The blonde quoted her friend sarcastically. "Now where is she, Jeff came out just before homecoming, and is dating the captain of the boys' tennis team. Carly's dating a potato with a strip-tease fetish and she's stuck in a class she doesn't even understand." Sam shook her head.
"I'll paaaayyy you!" Spencer repeated emphasizing the pay part. "Fifty bucks."
"A hundred." Sam was now bargaining on Freddie's behalf.
"Awww, all I've got is . . . " Spencer pulled a handful of money out of pocket and counted. "Eighty-six."
"Spencer, Carly's my friend, I'll help her study but I can't possibly take . . . " Freddie began, but was cut off.
"Deal!" Sam shouted, covering Freddie's mouth with her hand. "Mama's got a craving for prime rib and cheese cake and that should just about cover it." She whispered in his ear.
Freddie delivered Carly's smoothie and finalized the plans to help her study on Sunday afternoon while Sam taunted her about the reason she was stuck in geometry to begin with.
After their sleepover and spending the day together at Freddie's place, Sam and Freddie went on their Saturday evening 'secret' movie date. The movie theater was the perfect place for them to go, even if there were no movies playing they cared to see. It was dark so no one could see them being close, there was plenty of food and they could even sneak a few kisses here and there. They had a little trouble getting away from their brunette friend on Saturdays before she got together with Gibby, but now that they were an item, the two had no problem stealing away unnoticed.
Sunday, Freddie got up, ate his breakfast, showered and dressed and then headed across the hall to the Shay's. Just before he left, he had a quick phone call from Sam, who was soon ready to take her mother to have her middle aged body waxed dolphin smooth.
"Hey, Freddie. Let's go up to my room to study." Carly met him at the door. "Spencer's date is still here from last night and I'd rather not be in the living room when she does the walk of shame if you know what I mean."
Freddie nodded in agreement. The two sat down and shared her textbook. Freddie had passed geometry with flying colors in tenth grade, so he didn't have a book of his own. Many crumpled pieces of note paper later and Freddie could feel a huge headache coming on. He loved Carly like a sister, but he was so frustrated at her lack of mathematical ability that he was ready to pull his hair out.
"I think we need a break." She announced. "How about I go down and grab us a bowl of popcorn or something?"
"Sounds good. Hey, do you mind if I lay down on your bed for a few minutes and try to get this headache settled down."
"Sure, Freddie, help yourself. I'm really sorry if I gave you a headache."
"Oh, it wasn't you, Carls. I, um, can feel a thunderstorm moving in and I, uh, guess maybe I'm a little dehydrated." He didn't have the heart to tell her she was driving him insane.
"One glass of lemonade along with the popcorn, right away professor Benson." Carly shot him a mock salute and left the room. Freddie shivered at the thought of Carly's lemonade.
He stretched out on her bed and rubbed at his temples. Sam may not have been the best student, but at least she didn't take classes that were over her head. He sent his girlfriend a text to see what she was up to and vent a little of his frustration.
She quickly called Freddie back to talk for a few minutes and flirt with him over the phone. Turns out Sam was still waiting for her mother. Apparently, the salon ran into a rather thick patch of hair on Pam's lower back and it would take another round of wax to remove it. This gave Sam lots of time to kill and she took advantage of the time to flirt with her boyfriend over the phone. Flirting turned to innuendos and Freddie was just hoping he didn't get caught talking dirty on the phone and have to explain himself. Especially with the way he was blushing from the things Sam was saying.
While Carly was making their popcorn, Gibby slipped into the apartment with his little brother in tow. He had taken Guppy to have a wax replica made of his head. "Hey, baby." He greeted her with a peck on the cheek, keeping it rated G in front of the kid.
"Hi, Gibbs." She smiled back.
"You all done studying?" He asked, not seeing Freddie in the room. "I can take Guppy home and we can . . ."
"No. I'm really having a lot of trouble. We're studying upstairs."
"Oh." Gibby felt like he was punched in the gut. Even though he and Freddie were buds, he was extremely uncomfortable with him being in Carly's room. The poor boy was still hung up on the idea that Carly was totally out of his league and he was very uneasy about the way other guys looked at her. He knew he wasn't a 'hunk' or a 'stud' and those were always the kind of guys Carly drooled over. Add the fact that he had literally spent years hearing Freddie fawn all over her, and he couldn't help but be a little jealous.
"Hey, I wanted to ask you, did you get those new songs put on my Pearpod yet. I was going to hit the gym after while and I wanted to take it along."
"Yeah, I did that first thing this morning. It's up in my room on my dresser. Go ahead up and grab it, I'll keep an eye on Guppy." Carly was still waiting for the second bag of popcorn to pop while she stirred up a pitcher of lemonade. "Would you like some lemonade?" She asked the child, who just made a yuck face and remained silent.
As Freddie talked to Sam, he kept one ear peeled toward the door and quickly made an excuse to end the call when he heard footsteps in the hall.
Gibby made his way upstairs and strolled into Carly's room to find Freddie on the bed with red cheeks and a flustered look. "Gibby?" Freddie choked a little. "Wh-what are you doing here?" This made the bigger boy very uneasy.
"Uh, just came up to grab my Pearpod. Carly put some new music on it for me." Gibby quickly went to her dresser and grabbed his device. On the way past her desk, he noticed the open textbook and note papers. He signed a bit of relief, 'they're just studying', he told himself 'they're just studying'.
Gibby left, Carly returned and after several more hours, Freddie's headache was starting to return. It took them until late that evening to get through the study session and convince him she was ready for her test.
"I really owe you one, Freddie." Carly hugged him in a very platonic way as they were packing up. "How about I make you dinner some night. I know how much you love lasagna and your mom won't make it for you."
"Um, s-sure." He stuttered. "But what about Sam. An-and Gibby. Won't they . . . "
"To heck with them, they didn't help me study. Besides, if Sam comes I'd have to make twice as much." Carly knew her BFF too well. "I know, let's do it Thursday evening. Sam has that family counseling thing with her mom and I'm pretty sure Gibby said that's when they go to pick up Guppy's head. We can have the evening to ourselves."
"I don't really feel right about you having to cook for me." He frowned.
"It's fine, Freddie. But don't tell Sam or Gibby, alright." She suggested. So much for the 'no secrets' thing. "This is just between us, best friends, as a way of saying thank you, OK."
Freddie nodded in agreement and went home to get some sleep. "See ya at school tomorrow, Carls."
The conclusion coming next week.