Freddie pushed Sam through Carly's bedroom window, then launched himself in. He landed flat on his face, which surely hurt him. Sam laughed.
"Good aim."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Freddie lifted himself up and both Sam and Freddie headed downstairs to Carly's living room. Carly sat alongside Gibby on the couch, who was showing her a new app on his Pearphone. Sam snuck up behind Carly and tapped her on the head. Carly shrieked.
"Where did you come from?!?" Freddie laughed and strolled next to Sam.
"You opened your window for us, remember?"
"Yeah, but—oh nevermind. Gibby's throwing a party."
"Hey! Carly, I wanted to tell them." Carly raised her eyebrows at Gibby and sighed.
"Sorry, Gibby. Tell them what you want to say." Gibby stood up, faced Sam and Freddie, threw off his shirt—to which they wore horrified expressions—and smiled at them.
"I'm throwing a party!" Sam and Freddie both raised their eyebrows at Gibby. They didn't really know what to think of it.
"A party?"
"Yep. It's a post-birthday party. Only for the cool kids." Sam looked absolutely horrified.
"You mean the freakin' petting zoo wasn't enough?" Freddie pinched her. Gibby didn't deserve that. He never meant any harm.
Gibby frowned. "I think you guys are cool… I just wanted to invite cool people to a party. Here are your invitations." Gibby reached into his pocket and gave them pink invitations with a thuggish picture of Gibby on it. Freddie smiled.
"Thanks, Gibby. We'll come." Sam was just about to tell Gibby the opposite when Carly jumped behind the couch and covered her mouth. Gibby smiled at Freddie.
"Thanks, Freddie. You're a good man." Gibby held out his arms for a hug. Freddie felt disgust rising. Carly slowly took her hand off of Sam's mouth, who smirked.
"Want me to get that raccoon for you?" Freddie glared at Sam, then reluctantly turned back around to hug Gibby.
It was an awkward hug to watch. Gibby squeezed Freddie as hard as he could, and for the longest amount of time, too. Sam was clearly enjoying this.
When Gibby finally let go, he nodded at Freddie and slowly headed towards Carly's front door. Sam picked up Gibby's shirt with her fingertips.
"Hey Gib, you forgot your shirt." Gibby turned back around and winked at Sam.
"You can keep it." Sam shrieked and threw the shirt to the side, but of course, she wasn't as scarred as Freddie was.
Freddie had hugged a shirtless Gibby.