Okay, so I thought this was going to just be a one-shot… but I had a feeling that it just wasn't quite… finished… Enjoy!
Disclaimer: iCarly? Yeah, not mine.
Ripping and Crushing on Guys - Part II
Carly Shay and Samantha Puckett were always the best of friends. That's common knowledge. So when the brown haired girl noticed a change in her friend, she decided to say something about it. Unfortunately, she forgot one important fact about Sam. She doesn't confront her feelings for anything or anyone.
"Sam, don't you realize you and Freddie are…"
"Say it Shay, and you lose a finger!"
"Threats? Really Samantha?" Carly replies with a look of amusement. "Don't you see yourself looking at him like a love struck idiot?"
"Umm, seeing as I don't carry a mirror with me 24/7... No I don't."
"You know what I mean!"
"Actually, I don't."
"Fine. Be oblivious."
"To what?"
The brunette girl throws her hands up into the air in part defeat. It was no use trying to get through that thick skull of hers. Sam was her best friend but sometimes she drove Carly crazy with her 'blindness to see the obvious'. Such was pretty much everyday for Miss Carlotta Shay.
"Freddie's coming over for rehearsal soon."
"Really?" Sam asked, her eyes widening, but realizing her unusual reaction. "I mean… who cares?"
"Can't fool me, Puckett." Carly scoffs, and then covers her mouth going into a fit of giggles.
"This is beyond funny, Carls."
"I know," said the girl, still clutching her side. "It's hilarious!"
"Ha ha," said Sam in monotone.
Just then the door swings open and in walks their technical producer, ready for the insults that Sam usually throws his way. It always involved either him being a complete nerd or dork or some jab about his psychotic mother. He sighed and prepared for the worst.
"Hi ladies."
"Hey Freddie," replies Carly.
"Freddie…. What's up?" Sam asks, as she's lounging on the red beanbag.
Both Carly and Freddie turn to suddenly look at the blonde girl partly in dismay and partly in confusion.
"…let's rehearse… I guess…" stuttered Carly, grabbing a bucket of feathers and marbles off the hood of the car. Their webshow was weird.
"Umm, is Sam feeling well?"
"Nub," she scoffed. "Of course momma's feeling well. Let's get this over with."
"That's the demon we all know and love."
"Quiet dork." Sam spat out, as Carly pulled her out of the beanbag.
After their rehearsal, all three teens headed down stairs to hang around the kitchen. Spencer, Carly's older brother, was a sculpter and working on his latest masterpiece. It looked like a goat, but it had bunny ears. That man had some creative mind. Sam, Freddie and Carly were never surprised when he came home with some junk he had "bought" from a junkyard-usually with his best friend Socko as an accomplice, and was gluing, nailing items together in a random fashion.
"What up girls and guy?" Spencer inquired.
"Hungry," replied Sam.
"Not bad, Spence," said Freddie, smiling at the weird piece of artwork.
"Hey bro, you have to clean up that mess!" Carly exclaimed, skipping to where her best friend was pulling out some leftovers that could have been a week old.
"Sam! That's old!"
"So's my g'mammaw, but she's still kicking butt."
Both Freddie and Spencer chuckle and shake their heads at the blonde's comment. Carly is frowning as she snatches the bowl of green pasta out of Sam's hands and dumps it in the trash can.
"I was eating that!" Sam whines, while pouting.
"No!" Carly retorts. "You weren't."
"But it had extra flavor!"
"Give it up Puckett," said Freddie, smirking, as he took a seat on the couch. "Your powers are of no use here. Be gone before someone drops a house on you!"
"Freddork. No one asked you to speak."
"I know. I love to annoy you."
"Hey! Sam cried out, rushing over to hit the top of his head, not gently. "That's my line!"
"Oh not again," mumbled the brunette girl, searching for a spray bottle.
This time, when Freddie tried to kick Sam, she was too quick. Wait, she always was too quick for his slow reflexes. Smirking to herself, she gave his leg-that she had grabbed in both her hands- a harsh pull, so his back ended up flat on the floor. After she had jumped on him, attempting to squish his lungs and choke him, they both felt some moisture being sprayed over them.
"That better be water, Shay," threatened Sam, but not taking her eyes off of Freddie for one second.
"It is. But you two have to quit this fighting!"
"Only if Sam decides to…" began Freddie, trying to sit up but failing miserably.
The blonde hared demon screams loudly as she pushes him down once more and now is leaning her shoulder forcefully over Freddie's chest. Carly rolls her eyes and begins to spray some more water at them but it's no use.
"Carly," said Spencer, as he watched the two wrestle on the floor. "Let them go."
"No!" Carly whines. "It's so frustrating that they're…"
"Hey, remember Rebecca French?"
"Umm, what about her?" Carly asks, looking confused at her older brother. "This isn't one of those long winded stories is it?"
"See, I dated Rebecca while we were in senior year… before then though, we fought like cats and dogs, day in and day out. Until one day…"
"You fell in love with her, yeah, I know."
"…and it turned out she always harbored a crush on me… even while we were at each other's throats…"
Spencer smiled down at both Sam and Freddie, who were intensely fighting yet again. It was just normal for them, and they knew nothing different. Like a game had been started all those years and they were afraid to stop playing because they were enjoying it too much, or they were just scared to admit the actual truth to both themselves and one another.
"Seriously… they," said Carly, pointing to her two best friends. "Have always hated one another."
"Let em' go, sis, let em' go." Spencer said, turning back to his unfinished sculpture.
"But…"
"Carly, no meddling."
"Oh but…"
"I mean it Carly Shay!"
"Fine."
Her brother leaves, giving Carly a chance to whip out her cell phone and dial in a familiar number. She races upstairs to her room, leaving the wrestling friends to their own devices on the living room carpet.
Mistake? Not a chance. Did something happen? Of course. It's Sam and Freddie!