Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I wish I did, but I don't. So sad =(
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe I lied, but I really didn't mean too! This chapter won't be the first date, even though I said that it would be. When the concept of this story entered my head, I had originally planned for them to just go out on a date and all that, but I guess when I actually started to type it out... the story took a whole new direction. Lol. Hopefully you like this little bit! Please, read and review! Tell me what you'd like to see happen on the date. I'll do my best to put your suggestions in the date.
CHAPTER 2
"Can't we just like... go out now?" I raised an eyebrow at my utterly beautiful girlfriend and gave her a small smile. I took in a deep breath like I was really thinking of agreeing with her before exhaling and shaking my head.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?" she asked incredulously.
"Because we're still in school, Sam." I exasperated, closing my locker door after retrieving the books that I needed for the rest of the day.
"But there's only two more class periods left!" she started, "Why don't we go to your house and you know... do things?" she suggested quietly with waggling eyebrows.
"No, hun." I said with a laugh and shake of my head, "You know we can't. Spencer's gonna be home. Plus, we already agreed on me picking you up at your house remember?" I wanted to laugh out even louder when Sam formed a pout on her lips and that sad-puppy-dog look, only used when trying to change my mind. Shaking my head, I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "You are too cute, but it's not gonna work this time." I giggled, pulling away when the bell rang.
"Fine." she said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, "C'mon, I'll walk you to class." With that, she took my hand in hers, laced our fingers together, and lead the way to my Home Economics class. I was always amazed at how perfect our hands fit together nicely, or how easy it was to find each others hands when we were walking side-by-side.
"You be a good girl," I told her, giving her a stern look as we stopped at the doorway of my class.
"Yes, mother." she exasperated.
"I'll see you after school, Sweetie." I leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips, but kissed the air instead. Startled, I opened my eyes and glared at Sam when I noticed she was about a foot away from me with a one sided smirk on her face. "Okay then...," I trailed off, building up suspense. "I won't be seeing you after school." I turned around and started walking into my classroom counting down in my head 'three... two... one.'
I managed a smirk before wiping it off of my face when she gently, but firmly, pulled me by my upper arm to look at her. "You don't play fair, Carly Shay." she growled out, pulling my arm towards her chest, giving me a passionate kiss.
Pulling away with a lazy smirk of my own on my face, I traced her jawline with the index finger on my free hand, and tap her nose once, "I know." I stated before turning around and walking to my seat. I think I heard her growl before stalking off to her own class.
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Argh, that Carly Shay. Why does she have to be so damn... irresistible?! Even if I "wear the pants" in this relationship, it's so obvious who's got who wrapped around their fingers. I would do anything she asked me too, A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Thankfully, everything that she's asked of me are all positive things.
Currently I was in my AP Biology class, yes... I am in an advanced placement Biology class. Everything about life itself amazes me, so I took this vigorous class to expand my knowledge. Sometimes the work load is too much for me, but with the help from my helpful girlfriend, and nerdy best friend (whom I would never admit to the public), I pull through (even though it's with a low C) and get things done. Speaking of the devil, here he comes now. I can see him walking into the class room, but I can't really see him. The image of Carly wrapped in ham just popped into my head. I licked my lips at the image.
"Thinking of Carly wrapped up in ham again?" Freddie asked in a deep voice, taking a seat next to me. I jumped up, startled out of my thoughts. I blinked and looked up at him with a blank face. "I'll take that as a yes." he chuckled deeply.
It amazes me still at how deep his voice got. When puberty hit, it hit him hard. He shot up almost a damn foot, looming over Carly and me. His voice got deeper, body got leaner, and I hate to admit it, but he's pretty handsome... for a nerd. He's pretty much hot stuff now in our Senior year of high school, girls ogle him and guys always want him around since he has girls hanging off of him all the time. He's still that humble, nerdy, technology crazed boy though, that hasn't changed.
"Shut up Fredweirdo." I threw back lazily. Propping my elbow on the table, chin in the palm of my hand, I let out a huge huff.
"What's up with you?" he asked with one raised eyebrow. "You didn't have any turkey bacon this morning?" he asked comically.
"HA HA." I replied sarcastically, with a glare. "I did have turkey bacon this morning, actually. It's about Carly though." I sighed, resuming my previous position, staring off into space.
"What about Car-," he was cut off when the teacher walked into the class and started his lesson right away. Mr. Morrison was a big guy, but very down to earth, and talked with a lisp. He had graying hair, and wore rectangular glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose.
"Alright class, today we're going to be continuing what we did yesterday. Finish your terms then read the chapters and answer the chapter review questions." he assigned, "you may break into groups if you'd like. No more than three to a group though, and Sam... keep your voice down this time, would ya?" he pointedly asked me. I felt a blush make its way up my neck and to my cheeks, I mumbled under my breath and nodded my head. "Get to work then!" he dismissed us and went to sit at his desk to grade assignments. If I didn't respect the man so much, I would've mouthed off back at him. It took a lot of self-restraint, but it's kept me from being sent to the office in this class.
"Buuuuuuurn!!" Freddie taunted with a laugh. I shot a glare at him and that got him to stop quickly. "Ahem," he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "so what about Carly?" he asked quietly. He says that he's over her, but seriously... I think he's still in like with her. I mean come on! She's Carly Shay, how can you even try to forget about her?!
"I don't know...," I trailed off, pulling the thick biology textbook out of my backpack. "Can I have some paper?" I asked after realizing I didn't have any loose leaf paper in my binder. "Thanks." I thanked after he gave me a couple of sheets, "Anyways, Carly came up with this weird... concept or whatever for our date tonight." I explained after feeling his gaze on me when I was trying to start my work. Usually I'm better under intent gazes, but after I got with Carly that just flew out the window and I always broke down and told her everything.
"What kind of concept?" he asked curiously, leaning more into the table.
"I don't know... something about trading places or... something." I informed.
"Trading places?" one eyebrow raised up and his head tilted to the side a little, looking like a lost puppy. I smiled. He looked at me like I was crazy. I shook my head and responded.
"Yeah, like she'll be me and I'll be her. She'll do things I usually do, and I guess I'll be doing things she usually does...," I trailed off into space. What do I usually do anyways? Eat all the ham, tell her to be quiet before Spencer could hear us, eat all the ham... man, there really wasn't much that I did.
"What's so bad about that?" His quiet deep voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"She won't let me go to her house after school!" I exclaimed a little louder than I should have.
"Sam...," I heard Mr. Morrison warn as the whole class suddenly got quiet at my little outburst.
"Sorry Mr. Morrison." I said sheepishly, looking down at my work. I shot Freddie a glare when he tried to stifle a laugh behind his folder.
"Well, you usually pick her up at her apartment right?" he asked after his quiet laughter subsided, I nodded my head, "okay then, she's just doing what you would normally do. Remember, trading places?" he asked slowly shaking his head.
"I know, I get that!" I said quietly, "but do I really have to go home and wait a couple hours for her? It's so boring at my house." I finished with a frown, a pout, and arms crossed over my chest.
"Just go with it Sam," he laughed at my childish behavior, "I'm sure it'll be worth it... if you know what I mean." he stated, attempting to air-nudge me with his elbow.
"Shut up, Nub!" I laughed, "I guess you're right." I paused for a couple minutes to think. "Do you're work so I could copy." I said with a smile, "I'm going to be busy this weekend."
"Sam," he exasperated. I rolled my eyes and gave him a determined look.
"Hey," I said, spreading my arms open a little and shrugging, "you said to go with it. In order to do that I'll have to put my whole being into it." I smirked when he gave out a big sigh and shook his head, but continued to do his work. "Good Nub." I said triumphantly. The smirk on my face turned into a dreamy one as the image of Carly wrapped up in ham crossed my mind again. That was the only thing on my mind as the rest of the class period went by.
A/N: They're older now, and I wanted to show just what kind of impact Carly has had on Sam since they've been together as a couple. Oh yeah, I guess as Sam got older, she mellowed out, and now she can have a nice decent conversation with Freddie without trying to abuse him (just wanted to clear things up). Anyway, this chapter was more of a filler than anything else, really... I had my mind wrapped around an idea, but it was hard trying to put it in words. Hopefully this will hold you off until the date?! REVIEW! It makes me happy =)
A/N#2: has anyone else heard Jennette McCurdy's single?! It's kind of, well maybe it is, country, but I still like it. She has a pretty good voice. If you haven't heard it and want too, here's the link: myspace. com/jennettemccurdymusic
