DISCLAIMER: If iCarly was mine, this story would've been an episode.


Chapter 2: Carly POV

I walked into Ridgeway high school, carefully avoiding the drops of pudding on the floor of the hallway. It was beyond me why someone would be eating pudding in the hallway, but this was high school. Some weird stuff can happen here.

I kept my eyes open for Gibby, I wanted to make sure that he was alright after last night. He banged his head pretty hard, and he didn't wake up until a couple of hours later. He had said something about a new lotion, then left. He's a very… interesting kid.

I saw the baseball team standing in the middle of the hallway. I smiled to myself and went over to wrok my Carly magic.

I twirled my hair around one finger and went up to them. "Hey guys! That was a great game last night."

"Ummm.. actually, we didn't have a game last night." They all started to snicker. Hmph, I guess playing dumb doesn't work on the baseball team. Oh well, I'll just stick to the football team. They're more masculine anyway.

I held my head high and walked to my locker, where Freddie was waiting at our usual meeting spot.

"Hey, Freddie!" I greeted.

"Oh, hi Carly…" He said half-heartedly.

"What's the matter? You seem distracted."

"Oh… it's nothing." Just then Gibby, who was shirtless of course, walked up to us.

"Hey guys." Good, he looked okay. I can tell Spencer not to worry about Gibby suing us.

"How you feelin'? Does your head still hurt?" I asked, concerned.

"My head feel's a lot better, my mom rubbed it for me last night."

"Oh, um, that's nice?" He sounded pretty pleased about it, so I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Have you guys seen Sam? She should be here by now." Since when does he care where Sam is? He should be grateful that she isn't here now; anyone besides me and Freddie that talk's to her this early gets a Vegas-style wedgie. Don't ask.

Freddie glared at Gibby and walked away. What's his problem? He's barely said anything.

"Um, I don't know. Sorry Gib, but I gotta go!" I ran down the hall after Freddie and grabbed his shoulders.

"Freddie, just tell me what's wrong! I'm your friend, you can tell me anything." Instead of saying 'Hold me tighter!' like he used to, he pushed my arms off his shoulders and sighed.

"Look, there's nothing wrong. I'm just tired. But can you do me a favor? And don't ask any questions about it."

"Sure."

He looked down, embarrassed. "Uh, when you see Sam today, can you ask her if she likes Gibby?"

Well, that's a weird question. "Well, they're… kinda friends. So of course she likes him!"

"No, I meant… like like. You know… as in more than a friend."

"Oh… okay then. I'll ask her in Social Studies." The bell rang and we parted ways, with me heading to Algebra 2 and him going to Chemistry.

In second period I saw Sam sitting at her desk and I hurried over to her.

"Sup?" She asked as I slipped into the seat next to her.

"Oh, nothing." Just then Gibby strolled into the room, with Ms. Briggs yelling at him to put a shirt on.

Sam scoffed at him and turned to me. "Is the mermaids head better?"

"Sam," I scolded, "Gibby is NOT a mermaid! And he said that his mom rubbed his head and it felt better or something." We both shuddered and I remembered Freddie's favor. "Hey Sam, can I ask you something? And you have to answer truthfully."

"Okay…"

"Well, uh, do you like Gibby?" She gave me a look. "I mean, as in more than a friend."

She burst out laughing. In fact, she laughed so hard that her eyes were filled with water. "You..." She was struggling to catch her breath. "You think that I LIKE Gibby? HAHAHA!" She fell into another round of uncontrollable laughter.

"No…"

"Then why'd you ask it? Does it LOOK like I like the mermaid?"

"Um, no. I don't know!" Sam stopped laughing and her face froze.

"Wait… it looks like I like Gibby! Holy chiz! I DO NOT like him at all! Ugh, does everybody think I like him or something?"

"No! No, Sam, that's not what I meant! I'm not even the one who wanted to ask you this!"

"Well, then who did?" Would Freddie get mad if I told Sam that he wanted to know? Nah, probably not.

"Freddie." She got a confused look on her face. She looked like she was about to say something else, but just then Ms. Briggs decided to start class.


Later that day when it was time for lunch, I went to my locker to get my lunch and the books that I'd need for the afternoon.

Freddie was already at his locker, and when he saw me come he jumped up and asked, "So what did Sam say?"

"She laughed hysterically and said no." He looked relieved and smiled when he spotted Sam walking toward us.

"Ugh, that chemistry test was horrible." She groaned, opening her locker.

"Did you study for it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well… no. You know I'd rather help my mom fit into her bikinis than study." I didn't find it funny at all, more like disturbing, but Freddie burst out laughing. Me and Sam exchanged a glance, and when Freddie noticed that nobody was laughing with him, he stopped and blushed.

Sam did an awkward turtle motion with her hand and said, "Well, Momma need's her meat! So let's go!" Freddie looked relieved at the distraction and we all headed down the hall towards the cafeteria.

As we were walking, I put my Carly Shay, master of romance face on and thought. Okay, so both Gibby and Freddie were acting really weird, and it was about Sam. Gibby wanted to know where she was, and Freddie wanted to know if Sam liked Gibby.

Suddenly I realized what was happening. Pretty soon, Sam was going to be caught in the middle of a love triangle. This can't be good.


A/N: Uh oh! A love triangle? Poor Sam…

Anyways, I don't see this story being that long. Maybe four chapters at the most. Sorry if that disappoints!

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