I'm back with another chapter! Thanks to those who reviewed and/or just read the story.
I really want this story to develop as I have had so many ideas in my head. Of course I replaced me with Kelsey in my mind… but let's move on.
"Sam! You're being difficult." Carly sounded frustrated, sitting on the sofa, talking to Sam. She however, was not making direct eye contact, biting her lip and twirling a part of her hair.
"You got any more puddin'?"
"Sam!"
"UGGGHHH." She made a load grunt and flung her back over the chair, like a blonde rubber band. "FINE. We'll… talk about it." Sam then shut her eyes tight and embraced for the worst.
"So. You made out with Freddie." Carly nodded her head trying not to laugh and slowly shifted her eyes onto Sam. She now had a pillow on her face, hardly making any movements.
Her legs suddenly moved frantically and she sat up, ripping the pillow off her face. "We didn't 'make-out'! And can we please refer this incident to… uh… The Thing?"
"Hm. The Thing? So you could say me talking about this is like me mentioning… panties?" Carly widened her eyes, shouting that word in Sam's face.
"Oh my god, don't say that!" She put her face in the palm of her hands.
Carly laughed and reassured her. "Oh come on, it's just an undergarment. Anywho…" She trailer off and crossed her legs on the couch. "Why did you do it?"
Sam froze a little, letting her arms dangle beside her. "Because." She sighed heavily. "Because I'm tired. Of… of pretending that I hate him. I mean sure, in the first couple years I actually DID despise him. And I knew Freddie was sort of into you anyway." Both of them shuddered. "Now we've grown a little older, a little more experienced and I don't know, maybe I think Freddie's actually – cute?"
Carly cocked her head to the side, eyes widening again. It was silent for a minute, then another groan came from outside.
The door flew open and there was Spencer, face a little pink and carrying the box inside the loft. The girls both twirled towards him, and when Carly saw why he was struggling, her face turned sour. "You were meant to get rid of those!"
He finally put the box down with a thump! and straightened his back. "I couldn't. Let's just say old Lewbert was being difficult."
"Ha! I knew it." Sam smiled a little, giving a satisfied look. Carly swerved to face her. "Don't change the subject."
"Oh, sorry. Were you guys talking?"
"Nope. Just chillin. Chilling's fun. Try it, Spencer!" Sam's words flew out of her mouth quickly, as her smile grew wider.
"Yes, we were. Well, I was trying to." Carly shook her head in dismay, as she watched her brother walk to the kitchen.
"Oh, is it about Seddie making out?" Spencer said unintentionally, then quickly shutting his mouth.
"We did not make-out! Gosh!"
"Woah, angry Sam coming out. Where is Freddie anyway?" Spencer grabbed a bottle of water and proceeded to sit down on the dining chair.
"Mrs. Benson asked him to come home because their relatives in New Jersey are staying in Seattle for a few weeks." Carly explained.
"Aaand?" He knew there would be something else weird going on.
"And she wanted to vacuum his son so he's not going to give them germs." Carly said meekly.
"There we go." Sam interjected. "So you couldn't return the baby toys, huh?"
"Sure. Just change the subject again!" Carly cried. They both ignored her and continued their conversation.
"Yeah. You know Lewbert. Didn't really do anything helpful. Except show me that what I had actually ordered…" He looked down to the floor.
Carly was now intrigued and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "What did you order, Spencer?"
"I entered the wrong quantity in from 1 to 100." This time, Spencer bit his lip and transiently stayed quiet.
"Of course you did! Spence, did you learn nothing from the 200 pillows you ordered?" Carly shook her head, looking at him.
"Those were some pretty comfy pillows though." Sam mused to herself. "Carly, look on the bright side. Maybe you can come up with a better bit for iCarly. I didn't want to say this… but I didn't really like the Giant Pacifier idea."
Carly gasped in shock and turned to her abruptly. "You take that back! It was going to be amazing."
Sam just shrugged and put her feet up onto the coffee table. "So Spence, that thing heavy?"
"Meh, a little. But it was worth it." He said simply, sipping his water.
Carly's eyebrows lowered and smiled a little. "Why?"
"I met a pretty girl." Spencer turned his chair to face the girls.
"Ooh, a pretty girl!" Sam mocked him and giggled a little. "What's she like?"
"Hmm. We didn't talk much. She's uh, pretty."
"Pfft, yeah, you said that!" Carly said. "This pretty thing got a name?"
"Kelsey, if I remember correctly… she came here searching for a pink, something. I think, a berty. From the bathroom?" Spencer gave a puzzled look, as his thought process became less apparent.
"You mean a beret." Sam corrected him. "Hang on." She rushed out of the room, letting the door slam behind her.
"Hey, be careful! We aren't made of money you know!" Spencer shouted after her. "Where's she going?"
"Who knows." Carly shrugged. "Maybe to find Freddie and make-out with him more!" She laughed.
They both high-fived and went their separate ways through the house.
Music interlude.
Freddie came out of his apartment, souring his face at the clean smell of vacuum on his skin and clothes. He was walking to the Shay's to discuss an idea for iCarly to replace the Giant Pacifier bit.
At that moment before he reached the door, Sam came running up the stairs looking like a blur, and carrying something pink in her hand. "It's ok, I'm here! It only took me thirty minutes to run to my mum's, get this and come back." Her voice sounded croaky, and looked a little dizzy.
"Oh. It's you." She remarked as she saw Freddie about to knock on the door. He noticed what was in his hand and pointed. "Is that a pink beret?"
"Yeah. What of it?" Sam snarled at him, making Freddie want to jump back, but he stood his ground.
"Just asking. So… how are you?" He put his hands in his back jean pockets and swayed side to side. Sam raised her eyebrow and spoke with confusion.
"What are you talking about? Benson, did your mum vacuum out part of your brain or something? And why are you even here?"
"It's called light conversation! And I'm here because Carly wanted me to run new ideas by her for the show next week."
"Alright, fine. No need to go into details." Freddie groaned in his mind, remembering how difficult Sam can be.
He knocked on the door and then they waited there in sheer silence.
"Y'ello?" Spencer opened the door quickly, his hand on his hip.
"There you go Spazzcer." Sam said bluntly, throwing the beret into his hands. "Carly here?" Freddie asked, as they both walked in the door.
"Uh… yeah, in her room." He slurred his words a little. "Sam, where'd you get this?"
"Huh?" She dazed off, walking in the direction of the fridge. "Oh right. I took it from the bathroom."
"You mean, you stole." He corrected her. She just shrugged and took out a pudding cup. "Mama loves her pudding."
"Right…" Freddie shook his head. "I'm going to see Carly now." He walked up the stairs, leaving Sam to enjoy her pudding, and Spencer confused.
"Now you can give it to the pretty girl!" She smiled and began to follow Freddie.
"Well, I would if I could, but I sort of… can't!" He began shouting softly. Sam just raised her eyebrow.
"I only know her first name and will probably never see her again-"
"FREDDIE?" A female voice screamed from the hallway across the loft. "Dear, your family is arriving!"
Mrs. Benson barged in to the apartment and looked frantically around for his son. "Where is he? Fredward?" She shouted.
Sam already had her ears covered before she walked in the door and Spencer looked stunned, but also amused. "I'm sorry, who were you looking for?" He said to himself.
Looking a little frustrated, Mrs. Benson walked up to Spencer, looked him in the eye and whispered, "My Fredward."
"I believe you." He whispered back, seeming scared.
"Oh, and Sam, how are you?" She turned around to her and smiled politely. "Oh, just hunky dorey!" Sam replied, giving her the thumbs up.
"Right, ok." She looked confused. There was yet another awkward silence. Until… "FREDWARD?"
Sam and Spencer clutched their ears and moaned. "Oh god, that's gonna hurt tomorrow…"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Freddie yelled impatiently from the stairs, power-walking down with Carly. "Hi Mrs. Benson." She said sweetly.
"Hello dear. Come now, let's go!" She motioned Freddie to the direction of the door. "Oh gosh, how rude." Mrs. Benson suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Would you all like to come?" Everyone else glanced at each other, not knowing what to say.
She sighed and put her handbag over her shoulders. "There'll be free food and beverages."
An array of 'Let's go!'s and 'I'm in's erupted from those 4, and followed Mrs. Benson out the door.
And Spencer left the pink beret behind.
Music Interlude
Carly closed the door behind her, since she was the last one out.
"Alright, bring on the gouda!" Sam shouted and held up her arm for a high-five. "Heck yeah GOUDA!" Spencer slapped his hand against hers, being a little more excited than he should be.
"Excuse me…" Mrs. Benson began. "This is a formal family get together. No slapsy-wapsy's in our home."
"Hm, your mum's so cool Freddie." Carly whispered to him. He just shook his head with embarrassment and sighed.
Mrs. Benson got the keys out of her handbag and started to unlock the door.
"Freddie? Is that you? You've gotten so tall!" An older voice said, coming from behind them.
"Joan, Harold, great to see you!" Mrs. Benson smiled freakishly, walking over towards them. "Yes, my Freddie is growing." She patted him on the head, making him try to not shudder. She then cleared her throat. "Freddie, dear, introduce them."
"Oh right, my bad. You guys, these are my… relatives of some kind. Joan, Harold, these are my friends Carly, Sam and Spencer." He sheepishly said to everyone.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Spencer held out a hand.
"Aren't you a little old to be hanging around with teenagers, son?" Harold questioned.
"Ah, but sir, I am not your average grown man." He said proudly. "Ha, grown man…" Sam had to hold in a laugh.
"We'll go inside shall we?" Mrs. Benson insisted.
When they got inside to the apartment, the gang, Joan and Harold were joined by about 20 other people, sitting down and mingling.
"Geez Freddie, who are all these people?" Carly asked, half expecting an answer.
"I have nooo idea." He mused to himself.
"Oh, well that's your great Aunt Jenny." Mrs. Benson pointed out. "Oh and that's your little nephew Steven. What a cutie!" She looked around the room for more relatives, and Freddie looked for a way to escape and find the gouda. "Oh, and that's your second cousin, Kelsey!"
Spencer raised his eyebrow at this name, remembering the girl in the lobby.
"I've never even met any of these people!"Freddie exclaimed.
Sam turned to Carly and said "I'm bored, let's find food."
"Lets!" Carly said, satisfied. So they went off amongst the crowd of people.
"Ooh, Kelsey's not free, let me see if I can get you two to meet." Mrs. Benson continued. "Kelsey?"
"Ugh, mum not so loud!" Over near the other side of the room, a girl turned her head and looked in their direction.
Oh geez, it's her… Spencer thought. At least you didn't bring your in-progress monkey butt sculpture to show everyone.
She caught him staring at her as she was walking over, smiled, blushed and focused on where she was walking.
She couldn't be any cuter.
YES. I ended on a cliffhanger. Sort of…
I just really wanted to get this chapter up no later than tonight, because of all I nice reviews I got.I would have updated sooner, but new term and school, assignments and my school Formal was on.
Hopefully next chapter the Spensey relationship starts to develop a tad. And yes, I've already given them a ship name.
AND. Did anyone catch 2x19 of Glee? HOW AWESOME WAS IT!
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