Title: iGot Invited
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Disclaimer: If I own iCarly, the show's gonna suck, count on it!
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Chapter 2: iPlay Dress Up
Freddie's POV
I cautiously knocked at the door, hoping that Carly's not with Sam. She pranked me a while ago at school, making me wear a skirt and… nah! I don't want to talk about it. If she's with Carly, we'll probably have a terrible row again. Carly opened the door. Thank goodness! Sam already left!
"Hey! Did you ask your mom?" Cary queried.
"Yeah. But she said I can't go." I told her.
Her face fell. "What?!? But you have to go! I'll talk to that crazy , old —"
I took her arm before she barges in my apartment and wages a war with my mother. I grinned. "Just kidding. I'm going."
Carly shrieked victoriously and hugged me. Whoa. Didn't see that coming. I've always tried to let go of my feelings for Carly. But just one little measly hug can turn it back on. Man! Why is love so complicated?
Carly's POV
This is great! Freddie's in! I couldn't contain my happiness and hugged him without thinking. I didn't know when our hug lasted, but I'm sure it's pretty long. I mean, none of us seems to want to let go. Gosh! He's pretty warm. He's like one, big, cute and fluffy stuff toy that you won't grow tired of hugging. But, like all hugs, it came to an end. Freddie pulled apart, grinning from ear to ear.
'"I can see that you're really glad," he told me.
"Of course, I am!" I squealed. "How did you get you're mom to say yes?"
"I made a deal with her," he replied.
"What kind of deal?"
"You don't have to know."
"I seriously need to know. Come on! Just tell me."
"It's a family thingy. You wouldn't understand. Besides, it's weird," he explained.
"Okay. I won't invade you're 'family thing' sort of deal. Now, what are you going to wear?"
"Huh?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"I already shopped for the clothes I'm going to wear with Sam. How 'bout you?" I questioned.
"I dunno," he placed his hands on his pockets, a mannerism of his. "I'm just gonna get something out from my closet, I guess."
I groaned. Sometimes, Freddie can be so clueless. "Dude, you are going to a popular girl's party! Every popular kid in school's going to be there! You need to wear something that'll make you fit in with them."
"What do clothes have to do with fitting in?" Freddie asked.
"Let's just go to your room and we'll see if you got some nice clothes for you to wear at the party," I said, motioning for him to lead me to his room.
We got inside his apartment, and I greeted Mrs. Benson good evening. She smiled at me and asked Freddie where he is taking me. He just told her simply that I wanted to see his room. Mrs. Benson nodded and told me that I should stay for dinner, and that she's making guacamole pies, turkey legs and salsa for dinner. I said I won't be, even though the turkey legs and salsa for dinner sounds delicious. But Spencer's making his famous spaghetti tacos, and also I don't know what guacamole pies tasted like. In Freddie's expression when her mom mentioned the guacamole pies, I'm sure it tasted horrible. Freddie opened the door leading to his room.
"Here we are. My totally dull room. Make yourself comfortable," he chuckled softly.
I gazed at his room. It was my first time to ever see Freddie's bedroom. It was much spacious than mine. It was full of CDs and DVDs, his desktop computer was located at the left side corner next to his Pearbook laptop, a TV set, posters of iCarly and some rock bands, pictures of him receiving awards, trophy cases and medals, a bed (of course), 3 drawers, a closet and a door leading to the bathroom. For a boy, his room's pretty neat. It wasn't dull at all in my opinion.
I went towards his closet.
"What are you doing?" he questioned.
"Looking for some clothes for you to try on." I answered.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," he said in an abrupt fashion. "You can't just open my closet and rummage through my clothes!"
I looked at him. "Why not?"
He gave me a 'duh' look. "Because my underwear's in there," he reasoned.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I'm not gonna rummage in it and see your underwear," I smirked. He went to his closet, took a few clothes and closed it fast so I couldn't get a peek. "Just stay right there," he quipped and went to the bathroom.
"I will!" I called back. I flopped to his bed. It was soft and warm, my kind of bed. I reached towards the pillow and placed it below my head. If my bed is like this, I'd probably be asleep in an instant. I can hear Freddie opening the faucet. I imagined Freddie changing here, inside this room and not in the bathroom. He probably won't agree if I asked him to change here and I'll just turn around. He's a shy and reserved boy; he wouldn't even let me take a peek on his wardrobe for the reason that he's afraid that I'll see his underwear! I giggle at the thought. He grew taller than me, his voice got deeper and even though his skinny, I can tell that he got a little bit muscular and burned all of his baby fat. He's also a very smart guy, being a straight-A student, being a spelling bee champion and knows a lot of things when it comes to computers and technology and stuff. Anyone who gets to be Freddie's girlfriend's going to be lucky. But no. There's no way I, Carly Shay, am going to be Freddie's girlfriend. We are just friends. I established that rule. No matter how perfect Freddie may sound. We're going to be just friends.
The bathroom door opened, making me stand up and peer at my shoulder. My eyes grew wider.
Freddie was wearing a black shirt with embroidered designs that fits for a guy, a black sweater, denim pants, grey Converse shoes and black wristbands. His hair was a little bit messy, maybe because when he slipped on his shirt, he had a nervous grin on his face and cleared his throat a couple of times.
"So? Is this okay?" Freddie asked, obviously uncomfortable.
I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. It seemed that all of it was stuck in my throat. He looked great! Quite attractive, I might say. The way his clothes fitted his frame perfectly, it can make every girl in school just stop and stare at him.
"I know, I know. This doesn't fit me. I'll go change," he headed towards the bathroom.
"Wait!" I grabbed his hand. It was warm, like he was when I hugged him earlier. "It's uh… great! Awesome! You should wear that at the party!" I stammered, hoping I wasn't making a complete fool of myself in front of him.
He doesn't seem convinced. "Really?"
I nodded. "Yes! Really. I just, well, I wasn't expecting you to have those kinds of clothes, especially the wristbands. I thought you're mom doesn't want you to wear wristbands? She said that maybe you can't get it off and it may block your blood circulation or something."
"These are just gifts from my cousins. I'm not used to these clothes, either. Maybe it's not a good idea to wear this at Nicole's party."
"Why not?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Just a feeling."
"Wanna know my feeling?"
"Yeah. What?"
"I feel that you finally got the right clothes to wear."
He smiled at me. Gosh! His smile was breathtaking! "Thanks."
He took of his wristbands, afraid that his mom will see them and opened the door, motioning for me to step out of the room first. "After you," he added jokingly.
"Why thank you, kind sir," I grinned and curtseyed before him. We both laughed and headed to the door and I went to my apartment.
"Goodnight, Carly," he flashed me his warm, brown eyes.
"Yeah. Goodnight," I smiled and closed the door behind me.
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Phew! That was hard. I was so excited I decided to make chapter 1 and 2 in on go. Anyway, please review!
