So, me, the completely non-probing Spencer Shay watched a whole year of Sam and Freddie bickering. It became an usual thing, actually, watching the two scramble for each others' throats. So, for a year, I ignored the two. What business were they of mine, anyhow?
I tried to be involved in Carly's life as much as I could. But I was busy. I mean, I was a stay-at-home artist! You know how much effortthat takes? Anyway, I started getting more involved in her life when she announced that she was making a web show.
A web show? What does she expect to succeed with a web show? Who would watch it? What could a couple of plucky thirteen year olds say or do that would be so entertaining that they could sustain an actual web show?
Somehow, they earn success quickly. At about that time I checked out of the situation and went back to watching not-so-clean videos on the internet. But they asked for my help frequently, and I tried to give it to them.
Even though they now all have a hobby in common, it did not stop the fighting between the blonde and the brunette. Carly and I began to ignore them, honestly, because we both knew that any kind of friendship development between the two won't happen for a very, very long time. Or at least I knew it.
One time, I was attempting to help Carly with iCarly stuff. They were trying to find dance videos, and I thought it was a perfect chance to show off my beastly dance moves. Because I can dance. Trust me. I even invented my own dance, the Firecracker.
As I was looking for my special helmet (trust me...I need it in case my explosions of floppy passion cause me to fall) and I walk from my room to the bathroom to see if I was bathing with my helmet one day and forgot. As I walked past, I heard the following dialogue.
Freddie must of agreed with Carly's score of the dancer, and I heard Sam say: "Weird you'd agree with Carly."
For once, Freddie didn't snap back with annoyance or fury. It was more of a weirded out kind of way as he says, "Weird you'd say that..."
This kind of made me arch my eyebrows. Sam surprisenly does not respond to that. They go back to watching dance videos as if nothing had happened at all.
I don't know what to make of this, but there is an inner fangirl inside of me saying, You know you're not surprised.
The inner fangirl inside of me only grew louder a little while later, after I had been digging through my stuff only to find no helmet again, I caught another glimpse of the two. Carly was simply watching the dance videos, but Sam and Freddie were practically asleep. Well, yes, practically asleep, but they were also lying against each other. Sam's head was fallen on Freddie's shoulder, and Freddie looked completely comfortable.
Of course, like all of their sudden moments, it ends when they realize what they are doing and they pull away from each other, exchanging awkward glances.
My suspicions were actually continuing to grow. Even as I walked away again, I could feel the corners of my mouth tilting up in a smile.
I kind of remember Carly telling me that Freddie has never had a girlfriend. Carly's been in a relationship twice or three times I believe, Sam was in a relationship once...that was it. The whole dating game in seventh grade is so cruel and humiliating. I am so glad I managed to get through middle school.
But then Carly tells me they found a girlfriend on the internet for Freddie. While I know I should sit the three down and explain to them to not trust people on the internet, she explains that they videochatted with this girl, and that she lives in Seattle.
Okay, okay. So Freddie is going to have this date at my apartment. I think it's kind of odd that Freddie and Sam have my apartment their second home, but I don't question it. Anyway, right before Valerie (the girl's name) comes here, Freddie asks me a question once we're alone. "Spencer...can I talk to you seriously for a few minutes?"
"Need a little first date advice?" I answer back. I blink in sympathy at this poor kid. Puberty has not been kind on his poor body, and he's already awkward enough. He'll need some help.
"Wouldn't hurt, I'm a little nervous." He answers, his round brown eyes wide.
"Just be yourself." Is the first thing I say. But here's the thing. I'm not even thinking of Valerie. For some reason, the picture of the blonde-headed terror flashes in my mind, and as I keep talking to Freddie about this, it won't go away. I tell him some more details about how you should just stare into the girl's eyes and say nothing, and how they hypnotizes them. It's worked for me several times, I must admit. I even demonstrated it for him.
But Freddie and Valerie's couplehood only lasted a week before they realized Valerie was just using Freddie. Guess who Valerie ran to in order to get her own web show running? That's right, Sam. I don't know why this was...maybe there's a deeper reason...but what do I know? I'm not Valerie.
Surprisingly, Freddie wasn't so bothered by the break-up. Yet again, I don't know. Maybe it was because he knew getting used was bad? Maybe it was because of Carly?
Or was it because of someone else?
But, like Freddie, Sam gained her own little romance of her own. With some kid named Jonah. Taking one look at Jonah completely convinced me that someday I will see his name in headlines saying, Youth Committed Felony: Have You Seen Me? Of course, Sam wasn't far from there either, so there end lies the perspective.
And yet again, like Freddie, Sam was only being used. But this time, it was to get closer to Carly. It's sickening to see the future delinquent have interest in my sister, but it's even more horrifying to think that someone would really use Sam that way. Sure, Sam may be abrasive and violent, but she's fun and excitable and pretty and charming. Take it for what it's worth.
They think I didn't see them.
They thought I was blind.
They didn't think I saw the little exchange between the two. It was right after Carly had shown me that they were still wedgie-bouncing Jonah. Carly ran upstairs for a bit and I followed her. She claimed she wanted to show me something. While she was looking for it, I walked back downstairs for a sec to grab a drink. I then saw Sam and Freddie talking.
"Hey," Freddie says to her.
Sam looks blankly at him, making a little hand motion. "Huh?"
"You gonna be alright?" Freddie asks her.
Sam shrugs. "Yeah." she says, half-assed. "At least we got revenge."
Freddie looks at her. "You know, revenge isn't the most important thing in the world."
"Oh, and what is?" Sam snaps back.
Freddie just shrugs. A few moments later, he says, "So I guess we were both used."
Sam looks at him.
"You know," Freddie says. "Me and Valerie. You and Jonah. Both of them were just using us for one thing."
"Yeah, well that's a way to look at it." Sam says with a half-smirk.
"I didn't pine for revenge, though." Freddie tells her.
Sam blinks. I think she was realizing that he's correct. "But why?" She asks.
"Revenge is worthless." He steps closer to her. "Someone hurts you, and then you hurt them back. You think it's to cancel out the issue, but what really happens? Now you both have permanent scars."
"Well, if you don't seek revenge..." Sam says. "How are we supposed to heal the scars they give us?"
"There are other ways." Freddie says softly.
My hand, which was now sweating from anticipation, causes me to slip and fall down the stairs. Both Freddie and Sam rush to my aid. "Are you okay?" they ask.
In my mind, I'm screaming, No! No! Awh, God damn, that was so bittersweet! But I say, "Yeah, fine. Just fine."
Carly comes downstairs to make sure I'm okay. Yes, yes, I'm fine. Now, Sam and Freddie, get back to your cute moment!
But they don't. And I'm furious with myself for ruining it.