A/N: hey readers, this is the second chapter of iGo to Prom! Enjoy!
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Freddie POV:
I have no idea why I was just staring at her like that. Her ice blue eyes locked onto my brown ones. It sent a shiver down my spine. Her face was pale but her cheeks were flushed and the tip of her nose was red. I never really took the time to look at Sam properly before. As she had grown older her luscious golden locks were no longer small curls but smooth waves. She looked beautiful-woah woah woah I did NOT just say that!
I looked deeper into her eyes and could see my reflection in them.
"Ahem"
We both jumped and looked towards the direction of the sound. Carly.
"Ooh heeey Carly….." we said simultaneously.
Carly tossed her newly dyed jet black hair over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow at us. The awkward silence was too much to bear. Luckily, Sam's embarrassed voice sliced through it.
"H-how long have you been standing there?"
"About seven minutes"
Sam POV:
SEVEN MINUTES? There is NO WAY we were staring at each other for that long. I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I could tell that Freddie was embarrassed too because he awkwardly cleared his throat and changed the subject.
"SO." He said a little too loudly.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and groaned.
"Why did you call us over here so early?" I mumbled.
Carly, in her excitement, dropped the subject. She jumped up and down screaming
"PROMISINAMONTH!"
"What?" Me and Fredlumps questioned at the same time. I glared at him and slapped him hard and he did the same.
"I SAID PROM IS IN A MONTH! AHHHH!" she screamed. I covered my ears. Don't get me wrong, I love Carly but the fact that she gets so caught up in this girly stuff drives me insane!
I looked over at Freddie and his face was contorted in annoyance. Weird, I thought he'd be dying to get a chance to take his dream girl *cough* Carly *cough * to prom.
I groaned.
"Don't make me go, Carls, you know I hate this kinda stuff!"
Carly made me and Freddie sit down on the couch. She stood in front of us with her hands on her skinny hips.
"You are BOTH going to this prom whether you like it or not! Are we clear?"
"But!"
"ARE WE CLEAR?" I sighed.
"Yes, Carly" we grumbled.
"Good. Ooh I have to get the perfect dress, oh! And amazing shoes and a smoking hot date! THERES SO MUCH TO DO!" Carly dashed to the computer to Google prom dresses. Chiz. I guess I'm going to prom.